silence speaks louder than words

it was...different. Than I expected. Very different. Comfortable. Relaxing yet still completey nerve-wrecking. And it was Starbucks filled. I did not see one person after the masterclass that didn't have Starbucks or that wasn't going to Starbucks or that hadn't gone to Starbucks. I went to Starbucks and took comfort in the warm caramel macchiato that I downed in about 5 seconds.

It was delish! lol. And, I keep saying this, but I met Lukas With A K and he was cute and nice and played guitar and wrote and went to a special arts school with 2 other people that were there and was German (he didn't have an accent, but he was still German) and wasn't obnoxious or anything like that. He seemed to be a great person. And I keep talking about him. God, I have problems.

And Walker is a guy. A guy with a very very very strong southern accent. I mean, a really strong southern accent.

In the interview it was really quick. I hope that's a good thing. The didn't give any indication either way. Looking back, there wasn't much silence. That's good, right? I think so. But we did get off subject of things relating to anything with our discussion of Sam's Corner and the mean guy that's probably dead that used to work there with the really bad teeth...that doesn't seem good. And my reason for wanting to go sounds stupid now that I think about it...the masterclass wasn't that unknown though. It doesn't affect me getting in as much... and I liked my sonnet. It was good, I think. But overall, I think it went well...or, at least, I hope it did.

And I went ice-skating and fell four times. It was great. Except for this really annoying kid in a blue shirt that ran into me a lot and when he wasn't running into me he was almost running into me or throwing around the walker things that little kids and bad skaters use or running into other people that weren't me.

I don't want to go back to school tomorrow and ruin this weekend's momentum. I want the letter telling me if I got in or not to come now. In my mailbox. I have a mailbox!! I've never had a mailbox. It's really weird. And I feel like checking the mail again even though I did two hours ago and, of course, there wouldn't be anything in it...whatever.

It's really quiet in here. I can here the faint sound of the super bowl and people laughing. but it's definitely more silent that loud. that's very unusual for my house. Unless no one's here...

Still awaiting news. It was only yesterday so, obviously, there wouldn't be any...

lovingly, apparently emo-ly, and excitedly yours,
♥Heather