Untitled Jazz

  • so this is different, but listen. the floor is underrated
  • people are amazing
  • colorful pens are fantastic for taking biology notes and parsing latin sentences. i’ve never looked back.

  • dry erase markers + mirror are handy and make a fun toy
  • this keith green song has been stuck in my head all last week
  • now my mirror is completely filled with writing. all bullet points of course.

  • i think chick-fil-a is a little tired of seeing my team every week. but most importantly i have managed to almost convert all my peeps to the true glory of dipping fries in milkshakes
  • our team t-shirts are pretty epic

  • in december i had an idea. but like 51, it felt different. and special. and it grew. here and there, just been brainstorming. writing down notes. and making collages.
  • i wanted to make this one my background on my phone but then i realized that might look weird. it is a collage of random people that i found.
  • the story doesn’t have a title yet (surprise ha) and it will probably take a long time to find a good one, so i gave it a random stand-in name that came out of no where: untitled timebus jazz.
  • untitled jazz. it sounded like this. random thoughts. bullet points. pictures of life.

  • let me tell you. there is no other experience like singing with sixty other people.
  • giant spotlights shining from across the gym give the orchestra members magical halos when you’re perched on the risers behind, out of sight of the crowd. it’s breathtaking paired with their music that throbs and aches and begs for emotions.
  • that was december but thinking of it still makes me happy

  • saturday i have my mock trial competition. i don’t feel nervous. yet.
  • i know i will eventually. but i also know it will all leave that moment i stand. cause it’s all come together and my friends are amazing and that calmness i will feel is all for them and for all their work.
  • i use to dislike the fact i have the first speech. now it’s my way to stand up and give them all back the confidence they give me.
  • its all for you. you got this.

  • i needed this. maybe you did. maybe sometimes you need to say the obvious or think your random thoughts and clear your mind. tell me if you do. i’ll listen.
  • one final thing: sometimes it’s hard to smile. but perhaps smiling doesn’t mean life is perfect or even great. but maybe it means trying to make other people’s life good. look around. you are loved. so love.
~ evelyn ~