A Message From The Past

Hi, me! Firstly, oh my God, you still have this email address. I am impressed. Secondly, happy birthday. *sings* So, right now I’m at school, writing this letter because I have to do this or draw something and send that, and I can’t draw for ****. It’s period 4, about two thirty, and I’m sitting next to Tom and Sam. They’re discussing how to make Tabber work (Is that still a thing?). I’ve just checked my NationStates, and then decided that I should work on this letter. I’ve got this sheet telling me what to write, but I’m not following it at all. So, I should probably say something about what life is like in 2015. Well, I’m writing this on a laptop with an Intel core i3 processor, and 4 gigs of RAM. It’s on OK computer, but I have a better one at home. I have an iPhone 4, which I got 2 weeks ago from Dad. I wonder what iPhone number they’re up to now? My hasty maths tells me it should be 8, but I’m probably wrong. Maybe Apple are broke. Maybe there’s a new company that’s beaten both Apple and Microsoft. Maybe everyone’s been ****** by nanobots. I don’t know. So, maybe I should stop beginning paragraphs with “so”. I just read over the letter and found out that I’d used “so” to start all of the big paragraphs. I just can’t think of anything better. The bell went. It’s about 7 o’clock now. I’m typing this on my laptop still, but at home. I’ve just done my trumpet practice (I’m preparing for a grade 4 trumpet exam). Talking of trumpet, I’ve just been to the Generations in Jazz festival in Mount Gambier. Junior Jazz, my band, came ninth out of sixteen, although I thought we’d done a lot better. On the bus we got to listen to the recording of our performance, or try to listen, I should say, because the speakers were so bad I couldn’t tell if we were playing or the audience were clapping. It was a fun experience anyway, we stayed at the Old Mount Gambier Gaol, which has 1 toilet and 2 showers for 60 people. The queues got rather long. I also played a round of the word game (say a word that begins with the last letter of the previous word) with Karina that took so long we played it across 2 days. It ended up being a draw, because we both got too bored. In other music stuff, right now I’m thinking of starting clarinet. Did I hate it and quit after one day? Did I stop at the end of year 12? Or do you still play it? I sort of want to know, but at the same time I don’t. It would spoil the surprise. Oh, I just remembered to ask you about flying. How’d it go? Did you get your license? Are you on track to becoming a commercial pilot, or have you completely abandoned the idea? I’m starting to wonder why I’m asking so many questions, when you can never tell me the answer. For this last paragraph I’m going to do something that the sheet said to do, for the first time in this letter. It said to tell you about my friends. So, I’m in a class with Sam (Black), Tom, Ash, and Cameron. At lunchtime I was with Steve, Abigail, Jessarne, Tallulah, Camilla, and probably someone else that I’ve forgotten about. Maggie would have been there, but she was away for some reason. We were telling stories of what we did when we were younger, like how I once tried to clean the house by covering everything in dishwashing soap, and how Steve’s brother once nearly died by choking on 3 grapes, after he tried to swallow them whole. I walked home with Gabe and Sam (Chianta), and discussed video games with them, as usual. If you don’t still know them, please organise a reunion. Because I know myself, I know that you’ll probably ignore that. Please don’t. -Yourself.