I woke up this morning refreshed and happy...no more sad Emily...no more depressed Emily...the only thing I am depressed about it is not being able to see Pete, or wake up to the sounds of rumaging 13 year old girls.
Yesterday Kevin and I were watching The Parent Trap and their first call was the exact same as NEMC's bugle first call....I was like, "Where's Pete?" "is it time for dinner already?" it's kinda sad actually...
Last night I realized that I'm growing up...I'm part excited and part scared as shit about it though. Growing up means a lot of things that I can't deal with. Growing up means that everything I have thought this summah is pretty much a big lie.
I came back into society with no one talking to me, feeling like the only person who actually cared was everyone's favorite friendless trumpeter Peter Alfred Schiller...
Boy was I wrong about that...
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