The Push

Sooner of later we grow up. We can't all live in Neverland. We learn to make our own decisions and are pushed out of our nest to test our wings. This year I have been so focused on getting away from everything that is now. I guess you could say I'm running away. No, I'm not literally running away from home, but rather from everything that is now. I've managed to find fault in everything; friends, parents, school and the list goes on. I now am beginning to realize that everything that I find fault with is what I love most (minus school). The complaining is just my way of coping with what I hope I won't miss when I leave for school in the fall. It's possibly the worst mindset to have when I leave. I now see how thankful I am for such great, supportive friends and family who are willing to help me out of the nest. I've been going with the mindset that everything will be the same, when I know it won't. I'm not going to see my life long friends that I have here, everyday. The people I've grown up with and have fallen in love with, I'll have to really work hard to keep (which I'm totally willing to do).

Tests are these evil little boogers that teachers give us students to make our lives harder. I believe that my leaving is going to be a test to see if I can really stick with and appreciate what I've been so very blessed with. So now I'm ready for the push. I know my supporters will be below the nest ready to catch me if I fall. It's time for me to spread my wings.

Thanks for reading.

love always,

Mary Fugitt

theft

Usually I look down on thieves; cursing them for stealing whatever it is that they have stolen to be labeled a thief. But I have a confession to make. I've been stealing my next door neighbor's wifi because ours was knocked out by a storm a week or so ago. Hey, I have to keep in touch with the universe via twitter, facebook, skype and so on and so forth. Ok, ok I know it's just like saying, "Well my cat took a piss on my left shoe so I'll steal my neighbor's until it gets washed." I feel like I should go over to their house and tell them but would that not be weird? I dunno. It's killing me. Darn my good morals. I'll be debating about this all week until I can scrounge up some cookies to take to them after beating myself up for thieving.

The point of this blog? Don't steal or just lower your morals so that you don't care if you're stealing or not. I would suggest you don't steal though. It's less messy and the cops won't be kicking down your door at 4:30 am to question you. Anyways, those are my thoughts for today. Thanks for reading. :)

love always,

Mary Fugitt

HEADLINES

Report cards are a dred at my house. Each time I come home with one the grades get lower and lower. After a long fallout with my father he decided that I would not get the chance to go to MSA regardless of the next nine weeks grades. I accepted it and told all of my friends. Of course I was upset and decided to just completely give up on even trying. So my dad just informed me that he wants me to continue to persue my MSA accpetance. I guess I better work on my grades:) Sara, one of my best friends now has the right to say I told you so. So go ahead Sara. MSA here I come!

Direction

Today I directed a little boys choir alongside our usual chancellor choir. Although I had no idea what I was doing and the little boys paid no nevermind to my direction, we managed to pull off a pretty tight act. Lucky me for having the little kids who memorized their music. I know I want a music career but don't really know exactly what direction I want to take. I've been really leaning toward the music therapy direction but at the same time I really enjoyed directing; whereas I'm usually the one being directed. It felt nice to see how things are on the other side of the podium. Much respect to my choir director. It really isn't all that easy. I've heard the saying, "Those who can't do, teach." This is a plausible statement actually. I know many people who can direct and sing. It's more of a preference, I suppose. I like performing classical music. When it comes to more modern songs I'm really out of my comfort zone. The sheet music comforts me. I guess I'd rather take orders than do a half baked job making up my own if that makes any sense. Probably not. Well that's all I have for now. Not really all that exciting of a day here in Possum Town. Not that there really are ever any exciting days. That's all I have to say. Thanks for reading.

love always,

Mary Fugitt

And so it Begins

Blogs; my dad had one, best friends have them, now I have one. My life is boring. So i advise that if your life is already boring without reading another boring blog that you switch quickly to facebook or twitter. I assure you, no excitement will come from this ole keyboard of mine. Close down your Safari or Internet Explorer quickly. No? DISCLAIMER: I warned you.

Starting off; I don't exactly know where to begin with this whole blog thing. I feel kind of like I'm in that Julia Childs movie where the chick writes all these blogs that in actuality no one really gives a dern about. I guess I'll start off with where I live and such; without giving the actual name of the city of course. We'll call it Possum Town, Mississippi. This is no made up name. The city was called Possum Town long, long ago. This is both before my time and off subject. Born and raised in Possum Town, I've learned one thing. It sucks. Oh, let's go to Target... wait a second.. we don't have one! Oh yes boys and girls. Possum Town is THAT small. All I want to do is get out! It's like I'm in this box. The box is closed but has this eensy weensy little light peering through the tiny slit in the box onto the speck that is my life. Yea wonderful right? Well I was recently given the chance to leave and go to an arts magnet school (otherwise known as MSA, Mississippi School of the Arts) type deal. That chance was ruined when my grades fell and so begins the search for another slit in the box. I want a knife so I can just slice the box open but I'm sure It's far easier said than done. Ah, well. It's late and I'm directing a children's choir (for the first time ever) tomorrow at church... Oh dear Lord! Wish me luck.

love always,

Mary Fugitt