Groove

The sounds flow like water,  a tide of blues and greens and purples dances through a glistening glass like surface, if that surface had been crushed so a thousand shards of diamond was what it looked like, all moving together, undulating and swirling and crashing. Music is saving me. Music has saved a million souls, and thats only this week. Thank you, Pandora and Grooveshark.

Putting together this film is taking longer than expected...I know I had so many plans of grandeur at the start of this endeavor, but I now realize I must focus on ONE thing at a time...my scatterbrained-ness methods are failing me. And organizing events like casting calls is difficult to do if half of the population of south floridian teenagers are sick.

I'm leaving for California today, going to the airport at 5:30 pm...I'll try to take pictures so I can document it...I love people watching in the airport. I was disheartened this morning, though, finding out I have to be home right after school, instead of being able to hang out with my boyfriend like we had planned...I guess I can't be too hung up about it, he'll still be here when I get back. He is always here for me. Thats why I love him.

Speaking of young lovin', Prom is coming up....And I am thinking of not going. At first my initial feelings about it were ones of obligation, if I miss it, I will regret it... But then I thought back to every other major event in my life... it's not the actual event taking place that matters, its what I made of it. Dylan doesn't care either way, and I'm sure if we DO go, he would despise the music, the ridiculous excuse for dancing, and the formalities and over-ratedness of it all...and I would agree with him...Besides, the tickets are exorbitantly priced, ranging from $130-150 each, I wouldn't wan to pay that much for some nice pictures and the ability to say "I went to my Senior Prom!"I think it would be much more fun hanging out with REAL friends, our friends who love the music we love and dance the way we like, and don't judge. A part of thie Prom will be the fashion show, the girls comparing themselves to each other, the boys hoping for a slip of the strap, a breast exposed...maybe I'm being a bit over-zealous about the whole anti-prom thing. Well whatever happens, I know I'll be happy, as long as I see my friends and have Dylan at my side.