Confession #3: The more you try to hold on to me, the more I want to run screaming in the other direction.

It happens to everyone sooner or later. Things are trucking along, everything's good, then you begin to notice something strange about your boyfriend/girlfriend/classmate: they always seem to be where you are, whether or not their classes warrant it. They follow you to lunch. They follow you to your car. They watch silently as you play cards with other friends, talk on the phone, or read your book. Their eyes are burning a small but persistent hole in the side of your head. 

They call you. They text you. They e-mail you. They comment everything you've ever posted on facebook, even stuff that's three weeks old and has nothing to do with them. 

And then they invite themselves on an outing you've planned with someone else. What are you supposed to do now? 

Confession #2: I would sell a piece of your soul for a macbook.

Once upon a time, a good, decent, hard-working high school student named Chelsea had enough money in the bank to buy a modest laptop.

That time was three months ago, before she lost her job and became acquainted with the graduation bills/class dues/gas/everything else that FLIPPING SUCK THE LIFEBLOOD OUT OF A CHECKING ACCOUNT LIKE SOME KIND OF BAD VAMPIRE EROTICA.

Now, $2000 poorer and virtually broke (but still paying for gas), she is reduced to begging her parents. She hasn't yet managed to convince them, but there is a silver lining in this dark, dark cloud - she turns eighteen in four days. She hopes very much that some kind soul will donate to her cause.

She isn't holding her breath.

Confession #1: I want to have hot, steamy love affairs with the Indoor Drumline marimba.

For serious. That instrument is sooooo much cooler than most people I know.

There are so many different mallets to choose from to get the sound I want - and just when I think I'm never going to make any progress with the technique, I nail a flipping fast Green Scale and surprise myself (and, incidentally, the redheaded boy who plays the upper octave, who laughs like a girl but is still kind of cute in a two-years-younger-than-me sort of way.)

Plus, Chad's said we can throw dynamics out the window for the first few practices, so I'm allowed to beat the snot out of it.

It is fantastic stress relief. ;)