Friday, December 10, 2010

End Of A Good Week

Ahhh... it's been such a nice week. A week full of winterguard, napping in class, reading delicious books of forbidden love, and spending time with the best guy everrrrrr. Super ever. Like, sometimes I feel bad for my friends because they have no idea. I, however, am enjoying ever minutes of this. I can't believe how damn lucky I am :)

I feel like I've been... characterized this week. Last night during the tondu part of the Courtney/Halo warm up, I saw Mrs. Sealy talk to Scott and look at me. I know I turned bright red, but got even more red afterward when he talked about how much of a shell I usually create. He said I give off vibes of a tough chick, the kind of person that will beat you up. He even talked about how grouchy I am in the mornings. The point was that apparently in that last run through, I looked completely different. I looked delicate and approachable and even interesting to watch. It felt nice to be called out on good performance and not Sarah for once... I know that's mean of me, but hey, jealousy's a bitch.

And then during art, Mrs. K told a girl to come to me for dark makeup tips. Then she looks at me and goes, "No offense Marissa, but you're like, the gothiest of the class." Thanks Mrs. K, you sure know how to make me smile! Then of course, there's also this sad look I get after I read books... what the hell? Times like this make me question who or what I am. Will I be remembered as that intimidating girl with a sad look on her face who wore black band shirts and was in art class? I dunno. It's like I'm a goddamned Oreo.

Oh well. This song's on my badass romantic CD full of my favorite love-ish songs, and damn, Kamelot is soooo good. This is one of my faves from them, next to "Up Through The Ashes", "Soul Society", "Nothing Ever Dies", and then the two mellow songs "Don't You Cry" and "Wander". I <3 Kamelot. I need to get a shirt from them, too! This video sucks, but the song is gouda.


xx Raise Me Up Into The Light Marz

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