December

My brother bought a rifle the other day on our way home from the beach. We went out a couple days ago to shoot his rifle, shotgun, and revolver. He gave me the rifle to shoot first which turned out to be a bad idea considering he didn't tell me how to shoot one beforehand. I ended up having a sore arm up until today. After shooting the rifle once I was too scared to shoot it again, so instead I shot the revolver for a little bit. Later, after summoning up enough courage I shot the shotgun and that was just fine. He finally told me I had to keep the butt of the gun in my shoulder and act like it was part of  my body. Knowing this I didn't feel the kick hardly at all that time. It was completely painless unlike the rifle.
 Josh is currently out shooting his rifle again, and I am waiting to go to a movie with a friend. We're going to go see Frozen. I'm almost positive Frozen won't be nearly as good as Inside Llewyn Davis, but it's something to do. It's nice to go see an animated movie once in a while even though I am a teenager. Animated movies have some content intended for people over twelve years old. If there wasn't most parents would be completely bored watching all these movies with their kids. One of my favorite movies is an animated movie which of course would be Fantastic Mr. Fox. I love that movie so much. It's a hilarious movie, and yet it's such an odd story that it's perfect. Most people I know haven't seen Fantastic Mr. Fox which I don't blame them, because before I saw it I thought it was going to be a lame movie.

Christmas Eve

I had a pretty relaxing day, today. I walked on the beach, ate a bunch of food, and opened presents(one of my brothers' is leaving tomorrow). My dad bought me an acoustic electric guitar for Christmas. The best present I've ever receive without knowing I was getting it beforehand. He made me think for a few minutes that he'd only gotten me socks, but he decided that was a little considering my grandma hadn't given me a card with money in it even though she'd given ten bucks to my one-year old nephew and twenty bucks each to my brothers. Also Brandon didn't get me a present either, so my presents had consisted of socks, a t-shirt, and a toothbrush. I know Christmas isn't about receiving presents, but I did give everybody presents and ones that they actually needed/really wanted unlike most years. Before my dad gave me my guitar Brandon said, "Now, I really feel bad all Stacy got was socks." Once I opened my guitar I was really happy, because I've been wanting an acoustic electric for a long time. It's a really nice one despite the fact it's electric too. All in all today was a good day even if I ate way too much food.

Christmas Break

Well, it's finally Christmas Break, and I'm going to the beach today for Christmas. It's also my brother's birthday to day, a happy birthday to him. He's turning 23 and yet he still acts like a child. It's sad to think I might possibly be more mature than both of my brothers. The last week of school before Christmas Break was awful. It seemed like the week would never end, and when it did I was thankful beyond belief. I have a C and Incomplete in two of my classes which was completely devastating to me, because I have never received a grade below a B. Not even on a weekly grade report have I ever gotten below a B. I honestly can't wait for this school year to be over, because all of this AP stuff is a load of bull crap. You have to analyze people's writing style like crazy. Basically, you have to be a critic, and I'm not a critic. I'm a writer. Next year the only AP class I'll be taking is calculus so that should be pretty easy. Math is the only class I have an A in. This school year is kinda going terrible for me, but at least musically I've been doing pretty well. I played in Handel's Messiah last night, which is one of the highest honors you can get in this town. Not only did I play in it, but I played first violin. It was like playing second violin for Sinfonietta. Sinfonietta has harder music than the Messiah, but the Messiah is still a pretty big deal. The church we played in was packed. People were having to sit upstairs or having to stand. It took me forever to be able to leave. People kept wanting to talk to me even people I didn't know were talking to me. One lady told me she was impressed afterwards. One of my students was there. She's a sweet girl, she made me a scarf for Christmas.
I'm excited for today, because not only am I going to the beach, but I get to go see Inside Llewyn Davis. I've been wanting to see that movie for quite a few weeks now. I really hope it becomes a popular, because that would mean a breakthrough for folk music. Of course, I would want that considering I want to be a folk musician. Also it would mean more people would actually know what I'm talking about when I talk about folk music. More people would recognize the bands on the t-shirts I wear. I wouldn't be so weird if more people listened to folk music.

Family or Foe

My brother, Josh has been here since the day before Halloween, so that makes it a total of eight weeks tomorrow. Last Friday, he got drunk and made me mad since then he hasn't really talked to me. I guess it's because he thought he was being funny on Friday, but he wasn't. He always thinks he's being funny when in reality he's being a complete asshole. I always feel bad though, because he doesn't think he didn't do anything. It's almost like he's a child. I don't know what to do about it, because my dad thinks there's a possibility of him being here still in February. I don't think I can handle him being here that long. He is driving me nuts. He won't leave me alone when I ask, he keeps going through my phone, he keeps making fun of me, and my friends. It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't here all the time. He doesn't have anything to do here so all he does is sit in the house all day. The fact that I can hardly get along with anyone in my family makes me wonder if I have something wrong with me. If I do not a single soul has had enough guts to point it out to me. I wish someone would tell me why I don't have the ability get along with the people who are supposed to be the closest to me?? I can't wait until I go to college. I just want to get away from my family. I know that sounds like every typical teen, but the difference is I really try to get along with my family. They just seem to think that my life is theirs to control. They always tell me what classes I should take, what college I should go to, what career I should choose, and they don't think I can do anything with music. Not all of this applies to everyone in my family, but when you combine all of them this is the list I get. I feel as if I can never get a break from someone telling me how I should live my life. I just want to be me, and they don't want to let me. At times it feels like my biggest enemy is my family and to me that just doesn't seem right. These are the people who are supposed to be supportive and help me, but they do the exact opposite. They just argue about what my life should be like without even considering what I want. It doesn't seem to matter what I want. This is why I need to move away.

Cold Weather

The cold weather is a blessing and a curse. I've a two hour delay for every day of the school week so far including tomorrow. On the down side I don't like it being so cold. I'm excited for the end of this week because that means I will have two free periods again. My psychology class will be over Thursday and I'll never have to leave during the school day again unless I want to.
Yesterday, my brother locked me in my room and said, "You're not a wizard, Harry." I was stuck in there for only five minutes until my dad came upstairs. He let me out of my room and told my brother that it was a fire hazard.
My life hasn't been too exciting lately just really busy getting ready for all of my Christmas concerts I'm playing in. I've already had two of my Christmas concerts and I have four more to go. I've never had so many concerts to play in for one month before. I may potentially have more opportunities to play, but it all depends on if the lady emails me back. My dad saw an ad in the paper for a female guitarist who could sing and that would be me. Unfortunately, she was looking for someone between the ages of 21 and 40, but I still emailed her anyways. Now I'm just waiting for a response. I should hope she would respond even if she found someone else. I really hope I do get an email back, because I want to get more practice being up on stage before I go to college.

Thanksgiving Break

My Thanksgiving Break was sure not what I was expecting. I spent one full day at my house and that was one Wednesday. Today I am at my house, but I didn't get home until about 11:30. On Thanksgiving day I went to my grandma's like I do every year. My nephew was there, but I didn't get to see him much, because everyone else wanted to see him. My brother seems to think I need to talk more during these family events, but I don't have anything to discuss with my family members. I don't really have much in common with most of them. I'm kind of a black sheep of the family. It was funny though, because my aunt said everyone had either blue or brown eyes. I don't. I have hazel eyes, and I'm the only one who doesn't have blue or brown eyes. I'm also the only female that doesn't look like a little boy. I'm not saying that I'm the only good looking one, because I'm not. I just have a very different body type compared to everyone else. I don't have a boxy figure and weigh a hundred pounds. I'm not fat though either, I actually look like eat food unlike everyone else. I probably weigh about twenty pounds more than my cousin, and she's about an inch or two taller than me. It is almost like I'm adopted, but the only thing that assures me I'm not is that I'm tall, have long, skinny limbs, and high cheekbones. Other than that I look nothing like my cousins or siblings.
My brother and I spent the night at my grandma's in order to go to Black Friday to get suits for Josh. Where I live we don't have any nice clothing stores so if you want to look like decent you have to drive an hour and a half away. The same day as Black Friday we had to go down to where Josh's apartment is to get his stuff, because he's moving. He doesn't have a new place yet, but he will hopefully soon enough. I have spent in total this break somewhere around 13 hours in the car, possibly more I'm not really sure. I'm not ready for school at all tomorrow, but I have no other choice.