Annoyances: My bad work ethic, My mom, deep emotional meanings
Accomplishments: Some honors band/ all-district band stuff for trumpet
Confusions: music, the human brain
Sorrows: reflecting on my middle-school self, The end of the movie Pay it Forward, how much I'm unable to say in this blog post, my brother being away at college, not giving Herr Bright my full attention
Dreams: sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree
Idiosyncrasies: Jew, hockey player
Risks: Driving while eating breakfast?
Beloved Possessions Now: My computer, My Fathead of my brother's face
Beloved Possessions Then: My trumpet, My blue aeropostale hoodie
Problems: Foresight (lack thereof)
One of the sorrows I have said is how little I have to say in this blog post. I say this because when I roll these "writing territories" around in my head, nothing comes up. Maybe everything I have to say at this time is too emotional to put on some insignificant blog post, and my mind is making sure I don't do this. What's way more likely is that I really don't have anything to say. I appreciate that I had to think about these things for an hour more than I usually would, but I haven't reached anything conclusive yet. So I'm not sure if there's nothing to talk about, or if I just have made the unconscious decision not to do so, but I do have more than 150 words.
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