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Pheo first of all that picture of the sun(set/rise) is absolutely beautiful holy peak
second of all that looks so fun what the freak

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Pheo it was a bit of a word dump and things weren’t quite linear, but it was more going for a feeling rather than logic this time around I guess <3

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Shazz_ oh my gawd it’s like a shrine I love that

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Hi! I’m back! Kind of.
I know I’ve been offline for a while, but I’ve been really productive over the last month! I spent my last year at LSM (Lutheran Summer Music) Academy up in Northfield, MN and just got back on Sunday.

It was a bit of a bittersweet year, meeting up with friends across the country for the last time. At least for a while. I did some things differently this year, and I’m really glad I did. I was actually a vocal primary, and got into Jazz Ensemble as a vocalist in a trio. (We ended up doing Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy!)
This year the choir got to sing with Cantus on Stephen Paulus’ The Road Home, and I was part of a trio on the descant,
I made my roommate of 4 consecutive years and my mom cry with both my theater solo and my solo recital (Top of My School - Katherine Lynn Rose for theater, and Laurie’s Song from Aaron Copeland’s The Tenderland for solo recital), and it was great.

I should preface this section by saying that I am not a senior, but am rather going into my senior year.
(Also my roommate knows everybody and what year they’re going into, which is important.)
On the last Saturday, we sang ELW 880 (O God Beyond All Praising), which is a hymn set to Gustav Holst’s Jupiter, from his setting of The Planets, which is one of my favorite Holst works. However, this hymn also marks the day that we recognize our seniors.

The Dean of Students (love her) called people’s names, starting with first-year students, then second-years, third-years, so on. I was also just talking to my friends before that morning prayer had started about how they’re going to recognize seniors, and I don’t get that, because I’m not a senior, so when the Dean of Students finally finished listing the senior fourth-year students, she turned to look at me in the front row (already holding back tears because I knew almost all of the seniors), and said “I’m going to include you in this too.”
OKAY SO SHE HATES ME AND WANTS ME TO SOB MY EYES OUT.

ON THE TRAIN OF PEOPLE HATING ME AND WANTING ME DEAD AND SOBBING MY EYES OUT:
I vaguely mentioned something to my roommate, about how I wanted to get this one book that really meant a lot to me (The Boy, The Mole, The Fox, and The Horse by Charles Mackesy), and how I wanted to have people sign it and leave messages, but I couldn’t get one, so I was going to have people sign my shirt instead.
On that Saturday night, after the orchestra concert, he came up to me, and gave me that exact book, signed by my friends, other students I don’t even know, staff, and all sorts of people.

“To show you how loved you are here, and how much of an impact you’ve made, to those you don’t even know.”
Those were his words exactly when he gave it to me.

I read it that night, crying over countless signatures and messages on pages that mattered to me. Pages that I’ve had hanging on my wall since my first year in 2023, pages that I’ve had signed by friends and staff that I’ve known and loved for four years, and pages that make me cry just by looking at them and remembering the memories they hold.

I’m really excited for this upcoming year to show the growth I’ve gone through, and for this upcoming summer in 2027, for my overseas trip!

Hood

Hood

zack

https://open.spotify.com/track/5n6STq2i8W223SFzHoOy8Y?si=lHSXqZp0THmOFfqcznXK8w&utm_source=copy-link

Conversion, software version 7.0
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub
Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city

You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder? Disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

More wood for their fires, loud neighbors
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck
Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city

You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder? Disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder?
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

When I became the sun
I shone life into the man’s hearts
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man’s hearts

zack

https://open.spotify.com/track/5FEXPoPnzueFJQCPRIrC3c?si=DQ2cJ7F2TvSCpvHjGAUJVQ

Uh (what, what), uh, uh (what, what), uh

Day and night (what what)
I toss and turn, I keep stress in my mind, mind (what what)
I look for peace but see I don’t attain (what what)
What I need for keeps, this silly game we play (game we play)
Now look at this (what what)
Madness the magnet keeps attracting me, me (what what)
I try to run but see I’m not that fast (what what)
I think I’m first but surely finish last
Finish last

'Cause day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He’s all alone, some things will never change
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
At, at, at night
At, at, at, at, at night
At, at, at, at, at night

Hold the phone (what, what)
The lonely stoner, Mr. Solo Dolo (what, what)
He’s on the move, can’t seem to shake the shade (what, what)
Within his dreams he sees the life he made, made
The pain is deep (what, what)
A silent sleeper, you won’t hear a peep, peep (what, what)
The girl he wants don’t seem to want him too (what, what)
It seems the feelings that she had are through, through

'Cause day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He’s all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night
At, at, at night
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He’s all alone, some things will never change
The lonely loner seems to free his mind and night
At, at, at night
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He’s all alone, some things will never change
The lonely loner seems to free his mind and night
At, at, at night
At, at, at, at, at night
At, at, at, at, at night
At, at, at, at, at night
At, at, at, at, at night

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@ghøstfacejxdi oh yeah, this is like a glitch or wtv that we get sometimes- it’s pretty quiet most days anymore.

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Kayalangford yeah but like- we rarely get 15+ people max on anymore

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L	Lainey
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