The Ghost In Our Piano

I have been working on this song on the piano for Halloween and it came with lyrics! I thought it was a cute song, so I'm gonna post them here. Enjoy!

Someone is playing a song
But something is terribly wrong
There's nobody here
So I sadly fear
It's the ghost
In our piano

It's happened two times before
But now he's come back here for more
I don't want him 'round
That's one scary sound
When he plays
On our piano

I wish he'd just go away
And never come back here to play
He should go back home
Where he's all alone
And play
His OWN piano

I like it very much. It sounds a lot cooler with the piano accompaniment. I was hoping to play it tomorrow for my friends on Halloween, but it seems that I won't be near a piano unless we start at my house, which I don't see happening.

With all the snow I mentioned yesterday, the school day has been canceled for tomorrow. I'm relieved, to be honest. Recently, I have been working on a research paper about Adolf Eichmann, who was a big contributor to the Holocaust. I had to write an outline with six body paragraphs by tomorrow, and it didn't seem I was going to make it. Perfect time to get writer's block, isn't it? But now, perhaps my mind will be clear enough to come up with something substantial.

I was kinda hoping that I would get to show off my costume to fellow students tomorrow, but I'm alright with what happens. I have decided that I will try not to push against things so much. If I'm feeling sad about something that is happening, like snow in October, then I should tell myself that whatever happens, I am still going to have lots of fun. For example, since it has snowed and we now have a very limited time to go trick or treating, I have decided that it's okay, since I will be with three good friends and we now have more time to hang out afterwards!

Walking In a Winter Wonderland

You may not be able to believe this--unless you live near me--but it is snowing outside! That's right, that's no typo, I do mean SNOWING!! It's exciting, but at the same time worrisome, considering that it is the weekend before Halloween. I was really looking forward to trick-or-treating. I got the feeling that this would be the last year I got to walk around and ask for free candy before I got too old. How did that even get started?

I know that Halloween was a day that originally meant that the spirits would come out, so people would dress up as ghosts to scare them off. I'm not sure how the candy got involved. Perhaps they had festivals or something, I don't know for sure.

My friend Sara and her family put up grand decorations for Halloween. The last year I was there, there was a fog machine setup, some crazy strobe lights, and a projection that said "Happy Halloween" and showed some slide shows. It was really cool. I have plans to go over her house along with two other friends, Anna and Evelyn. We were then thinking what we could do if it was raining, or if the snow was too thick, and we decided to go to my other friend, Anna's house and just party it up over there. The costumes would still be worn of course. My brother had plans to just to to a party, but it turns out that they will be doing some trick-or-treating too apparently.

Halloween this year will land on a Monday unfortunately, which means we will be waking up early and going to bed late. Not the best combination. I don't really care, since I'm sure I will have a blast. Before all the snow started falling, I decided that whether or not the storm did end up arriving, I would just enjoy whatever happened. Knowing that we have a Halloween backup plan helps too. It feels so much better to sit back and accept what happens rather than push against something that ends up happening anyway. I know the harder you push against something, the more you are bringing it to your attention, and therefore allowing it to be created. The same goes for you wanting something. The more you want and picture yourself with the success that comes with the desire, the faster it will come. We are never content, and we are not meant to be. That's most of the fun. Always wanting and desiring, and then relishing in the joy when we feel content enough to just drift off down the lake.

I should really explain that metaphor.

Imagine that you are rowing in a boat. It's just you and the quiet lake. You are rowing against the current, harder, and your progress is really slow. Then, maybe out of exhaustion or just curiosity, you let go of the oars, lay back, and softly drift down the current. It feels nicer, easier. It feels good, and you are content, with no plans to meet and no reason to begin going against the current again.

I want you to go over that paragraph, and just sit back and imagine the scenario. Imagine how relaxed you should feel when you finally let go of the oars. Feels good, doesn't it?

Yep, that's how I felt when I was feeling stressed and my mom told me that story. I felt wonderful, like there was nothing that I needed to do. I could just sit back and be exactly where I needed to be. That's what life is like. You are always right where you need to be based on where you want to go. The timing couldn't be more perfect.

I shall leave you with that wonderful picture until next time.

Concerts and Other Thoughts

So I now know that it is very possible to be in contact with the Nonphysical. Now all I would like to know is this: how?? I have had some dreams that have included Mom, but she was always sort of distant. Except for this one. She came up and pretty much startled me by coming right up to my face, turning, and then petting Willow (my cat). That section of the dream consisted of us sitting in the living room just enjoying the moment. The TV wasn't on, and Willow was the center of attention, which is just the way she likes it.

I have recently found that my dreams relate to what I was thinking about before I fell asleep. Like, if I had just been reading a book, then I would have a dream that I was part of the book. I had another instance where that happened, but I forgot what it was.

I have felt so much better just knowing that it is possible to be in communication with her. So, if that article in my last blog says that they can contact us as easily as they could when they were in physical bodies, then wouldn't it be as simple as writing a note and getting a response? I have no idea. Maybe there is some sort of ritual. All I know right now is that it is possible, and I'm going try whatever I can think of to get back in contact with my mom!

Tomorrow is Columbus Day, so naturally, we don't have any school, making this a long weekend. So what else would I be doing on a free day? Going to a concert, of course!
Specifically, a Dream Theater concert!

Dream Theater is one of my favorite bands. Their music is so unlike anything else that I have ever heard. They just released a new album called A Dramatic Turn of Events. Their previous drummer left the band due to scheduling conflicts, and their new drummer is now Mike Mangini, who just so happens to be my drum teachers past instructor when he went to Berklee. It is so cool that I have a connection to someone who has broken record for consecutive beats per second. This guy can drum roll with one hand! ONE HAND!!! I don't think I could ever do that! Mangini has officially pushed past everyone and is now #1 in my "Favorite Drummers" list. I would tell you who is in 2nd place, but I forgot how to spell his last name, and I don't want to spell it wrong.

I should get some sleep now, since the concert will go pretty late.
C'ya!

Nothing to Write About

I logged on, thinking that I would come up with something to write as I went, or even a title, but I don't have anything to write about. I guess that should be my title, huh?

There. Now it is.

So...I guess I should just start with current events in my life. I had a nice day at school today. I didn't get a lot of homework, so that was really nice. I haven't had a lot of homework for the past two days. I have just had one assignment from one class, although technically, I do have to study for a geometry assessment tomorrow, but I feel that I really know what I am doing enough to feel good about the grade I will receive.

Creation #2 (I think)
I see myself feeling perfectly comfortable in my room. It is set to my perfect temperature.
I see myself falling asleep gently and easily.
I see myself waking up feeling refreshed and ready for the upcoming events.
I can see myself having a fun and relaxing Friday (oh shoot, got that song stuck in my head, you do too now, don't you? muahahaha!)
I can see myself having a nice, easy amount of homework that only takes me a little bit of time after school.


Oh! I want to tell you something I learned yesterday! Let's see, how should I tell this?
Okay, so I think I may have somewhat explained Abraham-Hicks. If I didn't, well I don't wanna get into details at the moment, so tough luck. I might explain later.

So basically, I go by this philosophy that Abraham teachers. She's like a guide, I guess you could say. A lot of it is on the basis that you should do things for yourself and because they make you feel good, not just because you think you have to. So, I have been wondering for a long time whether or not it was possible to talk to someone in the nonphysical (a ghost). I read this one article that said that they are as aware of you as they used to be. I can't really explain the whole story, so here is the article that I read it off of. http://www.abraham-hicks.com/lawofattractionsource/journal.php?eid=412
(warning: to view this complete reading, it will ask for your email, just so you know).

So, yeah. I guess that's all I can come up with. Talk to you next time!

This past week has been very good. I got a chance to hang out with more of my friends, and I didn't get as much homework!

In my civics class, we have, I think, begun our Community Action Project (CAP). In previous years, the CAP was an individual assignment. It was a lot more difficult as well. This year, it will be a classroom group thing between my class and the corresponding English class. However, it turns out that our teachers have already come up with our assignment. So guess what? My chosen community work is a.....

Blood Drive! Yay!

If you think about it, a blood drive at the high school doesn't make any sense. Seniors are the only ones who are even allowed to sign up to donate blood, and the teachers don't want strangers from the town walking through the school while we are taking classes. Somehow, we are supposed to make a decent amount of money from the whole thing. My brother's class has been assigned to make the high school's playground more handicapped accessible. I'm not sure how they plan to do that, bu they had better not touch my spot!

To elaborate, I will tell you that I like to stop off at the park on my way home from school and do some of my homework. My spot consists of a green picnic table underneath a tree. To me, it's more than that. It's beautiful. Truly magnificent. a place to just relax and think. At my house, I have too many distractions, among them is my dad telling me about my distractions. So I have been given a nice place where I can sit back and do my homework before going home.

Winter had better not come too fast.

Most recently, I had just gotten the phone number of a friend of mine, and we were texting this afternoon. I found out that she lives right down the street from me, only about a 10 minute walk. I suggested that she should come to my house sometime and meet my cats, since we have talked about them a lot in geometry class (don't worry, not during the time that our teacher is giving instructions, we aren't bad students, although I wouldn't say I am exactly a model student. I sometimes have trouble focusing). I feel really excited to know that I have yet another friend that is walking distance. Now maybe I will have a friend to walk home with, since we go the same way. Oh, now I am really excited thinking about this!

The Knowledge May Crush You

In my civics class, my teacher keeps stressing about how important it is to watch the news so we can know what is going on in the world. I have to disagree. I mean, it might be nice to know some things for some circumstances, although I can't think of any off the top of my head. But I just don't see why we need to know everything about the world. If you pay attention to the news, you need a positive attitude, or the knowledge will crush you. It's amazing how much we are like crabs.

Allow me to explain.

When fishermen catch crabs, they put them in a container. They don't need to put a lid on. You see, if one crab were to climb up the side to get out, another crab would come over and pull it back down as if to say "You're not going anywhere! You have to stick with us!"
That's something that some people can do to others. Perhaps they are not aware of it, I can't really be sure. I have just felt it going on around me; people pulling others down to their level.

I think people inflict it to begin with when they are feeling negative. It doesn't make them feel good to see others who are doing well, so they pull them down. I have a couple examples of human-crab behavior that happened in my own life.

A few times this school year, we have been asked to fill out these forms asking us if we have thought about college and sometimes just asking for information about us, just for our guidance counselors to know. There was one column on this one particular sheet that asked for our parents' information (emails, phone numbers, etc.). I had already filled out my dad's information and came to my mom's. I wrote down her name. Under "phone number," I wrote down the house number, since she was never one to answer her cell phone or even understand how to turn it on anyway.

Then I paused.

The next line said "email address." I knew my mom's email, but I couldn't decide whether or not to put it down. After much debate, I finally just put it down. Then, at the bottom, I wrote a quick note saying that nobody should send anything to that email, since it was technically no longer valid. I thought nothing of it.

Until a few days later.

I was in my room, reading my book, when my dad entered. He asked if I remembered the day that my guidance counselor had us fill out these forms. When I said yes, he said something like, "Your guidance counselor emailed me, telling me that you wrote out Mom's email." I told him about my whole hesitation over that, and the note I had written at the bottom, and he said that was what he had suspected. Well, apparently, my counselor was worried that I had forgotten about mom, or had maybe never realized it in the first place.

My only thought then was how strange it was that my guidance counselor thought I was going insane, which was kinda funny to me. Then I thought about it some more. What if I really had truly believed that my mom was just sitting in my living room? What would she do? Would she try to talk me out of it and tell me it was wrong? What would make it so wrong? It just struck me as odd that some people can see that what others believe is wrong and try to change them for that. I dunno, it just seems like people should be a bit more accepting, now that we have all these individual rights. By the way, at this point, I'm just rambling. It's a bit hard to keep my train of thought with my grandparents, dad, and brother in the same room watching my brother play Grand Theft Auto on our Xbox 360 (sponsor!), so I am not completely sure what I have been typing. I can only hope that it was at least somewhat related.

So, since I don't really want to keep writing/typing, I shall log off now.

Here's me, logging off.