A Fresh Start

So, today I deleted all of my old posts. I read back on some of them, and they reminded me too much of my frightening past. This is a new thing, and I'm not going to kiss and tell, or shit talk anyone. I'll state my problems, poems, and other stuff. (I suck at poetry, by the way.) Create lists of pros and cons, lists of new things, and the good, bad, and ugly.

To start things off, I'm Leah, and you are? No, actually. Don't tell me. Leaves me with all the more satisfaction of suprises. Today I found this photo on PhotoBucket, and decided to leave it here to be loved.

I simply love pictures of trees. They're simple, yet fascinating, all in one. Each and every one has the usual leaves, branches, and trunk. Needless to say the roots, too. But, every one shows unique bark patterns... Also sometimes a story to tell. We have this tree at our soon-to-be cottage. (An empty lot, for now.) I named it Lenny, and it was the tallest of the bunch. I seriously love this tree, it's my favorite. Anyway, he's planted on the lot. That's my story.

On another note, school is shortly approaching. I hate to admit that I kind of don't want it to come, because I strongly dislike (hate) phys ed. Everything else should be a cinch.. And don't forget how desperate I am to see Anthony! The very thought just makes me all tingly inside! Sure, we talked every day this summer, but we didn't see any of eachother. I saw his sisters, and my parents saw him, but never did I see his adorable face, cute thighs, or beautious hands. I swore not to kiss and tell this time though. So don't look for me going into deeper detail. There are very few things I'm not looking forward to. You see, over the summer, this girl (whom I now couldn't give a flying shit about) was supposedly my best friend. I saw her twice at the beginning of summer. That's it. And both times, it was her using me. When I asked why I hadn't seen her, she gave me the dumbest, most lame excuse ever. Ever. Don't bother getting me started, you'd wish I hadn't mentioned it.

I'm looking forward to band class very much. A friend of my friend's (Jerson Munoz, look him up) is a trombone player. I look to him for advice on tone quality, and other stuff. He suggested I buy my own, new mouthpiece. I, for one, am not a trombone player, but a low brass player. This is going to be my fifth great year at it, and I'm ready for more of a challenge than what I've had so far. He sent her a song (which was forwarded to me) called Blue Bells of Scotland. I took a quick glance at it, and it seemed pretty complicated. Although, I plan to master it fairly quickly.