Pwmpen

I've finally gotten my lovely Penrod and Midge. Two pumpkins, for the wondering. Every year it is customary to grab two of the misfit pumpkins from the crusty lot, take them home, and name them Penrod and Midge. Penrod tends to be the larger one we carve and later eat, while Midge it the tiny portable one. I don't take her places, but she's nice to organise around the room. Halloween make-up was bought Monday, with only the absence of white eyeliner. I'm certain the grocer has it, must've eluded me like most things do on Mondays. A red lip, smoky black eye and teased hair is the look that will accompany my skeletal figure. Oh the irony is delicious. That was all early this week, though. Yesterday I was allowed to enjoy a mental health day and prepare for the following weekend of Homecoming. We bought a dress, some shoes and some earrings. Later finding ourselves at a salad diner, we discussed many things mother and daughter ought. Things we needed to discuss, and things that maybe should have stayed in our closed mouths. But we haven't really had chances to talk-talk like we used to, where the chances were plentiful and overwhelming. I like it better this way, though.
I'm liking a lot of things this way.

East Lake

Our competition Saturday was great! To make block we needed an 83, but instead we made an 82. Last week it was an 81 and we made an 80.9. The judges have something against us, I know it. But we landed first place in 4A, which is pretty fabulous. Even though there was only one other band we were up against, looking hopeful is the least we can do. The next two weeks are completely free due to Homecoming and just a well-known and well-deserved break. Practise from today just involved some visuals to help us get to at least an 85. If that's even the number we have to reach to make block. Or is that over with? Hard to keep up with these band geeks.

Blah

"Well I'm getting getting happier all the time, which is nice."
-Ringo Starr

Flight of Pegasus

To extrapolate further, we did fantastic on Saturday. It being my first competition, but not first time performing, I was completely psyched. I couldn't wait to get rid of the butterflies and shake that plume proudly. A fourteen inch plume, I might add. I only was out of step for the very very last bit of Kraken. Easily amendable, if it wasn't for our director giving us a whole new movement to memorise. Same song, different marching all together. We only have two more practises to make this perfect, out of the weeks we had to complete what we assumed was it. He might pull us out, but nothing is for sure. And even further than that, due to my week of absence, tests and assignments piled like a fjord. I had 6 to complete by Thursday, and have only gotten 3 done. The remaining 3 are for tomorrow. Sorry, EBV, school comes first. My nose seems to be running faster than I have lately, and the next season begins in 4 months. Go away, sickness!

Wrong

Legs crossed, ears shut, and arms stiff. A song buzzing through my head, like bees that ought to be busy elsewhere. As I should be. Working on the comb, crafting wax, pleasing the queen. I'm not sure what my job should be. The beat pulsating through my foot, incessantly tapping. I need to do something. But I've done everything in time, on schedule, what is there? My shoulders are aching when there's not even anything on them. The season is heating up when it's supposed to be cooling down. People are becoming bitter, when they're supposed to be growing softer. Will everything always be so skewed here?

Hybrid

"I want to be a robot with bullet-proof skin.
And a cold metal heart, that wont let love in.
With razors and lasers, and signs that say 'warning',
To charge all night long, and process in the morning."
-Molly Windman