Breathing is what I need to do. Breathing is good. Except when it comes to marching band. If you breath too heavily at attention, you are so noticable it is the same as fainting right there on the spot. Which almost happened to me yesterday. Which is why I am yet again seen as insubordanent (screw spelling) to everyone else in my section, except the one girl who dropped her piccolo. She was not at rehearsal yesterday, which I do not understand why, since it is her own pic, not one of the school’s. Speaking of school, who needs it. Actually, I do. I think I need school more than I need rest. You see, I need activity, I need deadlines, I need a purpose. Yay for recurring themes! Like in The Cruicible. Which I am supposed to be reading right now. Psh. Yeah right. Anywhoo, I am still not unblocked, although I am starting to feel it coming out. I am beginning to feel the rush. You just wasted time in your life that you could have been writing, the thing I wish to hell I could do with my life. Nice.