torrential downpour. on my head.

I’m not done reading everyone’s diary yet. In fact, I’ve only read Dustin (HHH) and Aimee’s so far. I figured I should write really quickly just in case I don’t have time to later. (Which I won’t.) Yes, I’m still alive. Yes, I’m still at home. Yes, I still have band every morning. Yes, I did get rained on during band. Yes, I did get poured on walking from the practice field to the band room. Yes, I was wet throughout the ENTIRE rehearsal for 3 hours after that. Yes, my Grandpa is here, and yes, he is staying until Tuesday-ish.

Where in the WORLD is Jared? Oh my God… I just thought of that. I haven’t talked to Jared all week. Oh my God… I wonder if he’s ok. Lord, I hope he’s ok. Goodness… now I’m worried. I was just thinking how I’ve heard from everyone I really really care about from camp now… except for Ryan. Which made me think how Jared and I have indeed talked since camp. But it also made me realize I haven’t talked to him in FOREVER and one day! Which made me think of his homicidal and suicidal tendencies. And those greatly concern me. Dear Lord, pllllleeeeeeeeassse let Jared be ok.

Oh, and speaking of ok… Aims??? Are you ok? Do we need to re-hash the RO week? Seriously. We need to do coffee sometime or something. If your mom ever lets you out of the house again. Hmm… *ponders this* Do you think she’d let you get coffee with me if it was just me and I drove and everything? And promised to bring you straight home when we were finished? Maybe?

Andy’s online? And he imed me. Uhh, tuba Andy, that is. I really have very little to say to him. But at the moment, I’m feeling like no resentment towards him right now. I think that’s a healthy step. Yup.

My hair is wet. Not from band still… no no. It’s from the NICE HOT shower I got after band. I swear I could get a horrible cold and that west nile whatever disease from such harsh damp, cold treatment. It’s like the dark ages revisited, I tell you!

Did I just tell Andy I was going to hear Candlerain at the beach tomorrow? What was I thinking? Now he’s probably going to come. BAH. Nah, he won’t come. Definitely not. Don’t be stupid, grrl.

I make Nate cry. I love that kid… what a great kid. Not drummer Nate… pianist from camp Nate. You have to read this email:

hey erin, what’s up? I was so excited to hear from you and completely and totally flattered by the kind words. I promise I will find music this year and send it to you. that would be the coolest if we could pull something like that off. I still can’t believe that you are the only person that can make me cry the way you do like none other at reach out. Even now when i just think of you, it almost brings a tear to my eye. Well enough of that. How are you doing? What masterpiece are you perfecting now. I’m still plugging away at that dang Rhapsody in Blue. That will just be a life long headache. Well maybe i’ll talk to ya online sometime. Until then, devil woman, ha ha, keep safe and god bless

love,
Nate

Aww… what a great kid. Gotta love him.

With that, I’m off to be

~swept away in contact with far-off friends~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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