Once upon a time, when I was a freshman in high school, there was a choreographer named Frank Suarez
This weekend...what can I say? Life happened.
I went home this weekend. Friday was fun. Merrill is 12 1/2. He is definately 12 1/2. This is the average age that males begin puberty. He is very emotional right now. And I was thinking he was a cry baby, until we read about it in my Junior High/Middle School education class. I never full understood everything about puberty. My parents never explained the emotional part to me. They just told me my emotions were PMS and popped me a Midol or five. Just kidding, 2 pills, every four hours. Anyway, so the mood swings are real, and seem very overdramatic to the rest of the world. Merrill is definately in this phase. Friday was not his day.
Dad and Merrill are in a golf league that goes golfing (go figure) every Friday. Merrill loves this. He's pretty good for his age, and he gets to spend good time with his dad. Cool beans. Well Friday, golf got "rained out" as Dad explained it. Well, there wasn't any rain. The grass was dry. Merrill thought Dad was just being a jerk and not going. He was pretty bummed. (It was actually because of the lightning...there wasn't a lot, but anyway) Well, he got his "allowance" on Friday, so he thought that instead of going golfing, he would go buy a used video game. He buys games and then sells them back. It's like renting them, but keeping them longer. We pull up, and the stupid store is closed. Not just closed for the evening, closed as in moved out. So Merrill is just really bummed. He only ate one taco for dinner. I out ate him. I haven't done that in a couple years. So I figured that we don't get to spend a lot of quality time together, and since the last few months we have been starting to get along, we should do something before I go to the movies with Darren. Merrill likes coffee, it's a rare treat for him, let's go to Starbucks! So we had a great time! It made up for the lack of golf and video games. So then we get home and Dad decides that a heart to heart conversation about not being bummed out all the time would be the best thing. So then Merrill is bummed again. I think Merrill and I are a lot alike in the sense that if there is a problem, a problem that isn't a big deal, we just need to do something else to get our minds off of it. Don't bring it back up. Please don't bring it back up. If I want to talk about it, I'll bring it up.
So then Darren and I went to see Rush Hour 3. He said it was the best of the three. I said that it was about equal. Then we went back to his house. Father of the Bride was on, so we tried to watch it. But Darren fell asleep in the first 5 minutes. So I left by 10:30, because he couldn't stay awake. Stupid teachers that have to get up early. (Except Darcy isn't stupid.)
Saturday. Whoa. Eastside had their first competition at Carroll. Whoa. Rain. Lots of rain. So they performed in the gym. Arch it up. Cindy counted at least 5 drops. Inside. One of them was during drop spins. The posture wasn't good at all. They were pretty good on posture walking through the halls. So we climbed the bleachers to watch. Photographer was right there taking pictures. I was smiling anyway because I was so excited, not having seen the show in a few weeks, and not seeing any of the second number for the guard. We got 4th...out of 4. Everyone said it wasn't their best. At least they know. But for the first contest, and the fact that everything was way out of wack, I'm not worried. I gave the rifle captain a list of things to work on.
So I was listening to the tape from the auxilary judge today. So, Darce, KTK, remember Frank? Our choreographer from freshman year? Remember when he taped the swing flag routine and then randomly started impersonating a butterfly, fluttering and frolicking around the band room on the tape? He was the judge. Did you know there is an accent over the A in Suarez? I screamed when he said his name on the tape. Merrill thought there was a spider that needed to be exposed of. Bless his heart.
I got back to Muncie at 5. Four and a half hours later, no homework done. I just have to write a paper and such tonight. No big. I am going to have so much to do tomorrow, but I don't care.
So last week I went to Dr. OBGYN. She gave me some pills for PMDD. I take them every two weeks. I took the first one today. I hope they kick in soon. It has some weird side effects though: insomnia, anorexia, accidental injury....I mean really, what is this? It really needs to kick in. I'm mad at Darren, and I don't know if it's the whacked out hormones, or if I should really be mad. He usually doesn't do stuff to warrant true anger. But this time, it feels borderline. I don't know if it's him, me, or both. Let's go with both. And I am overdramatic to begin with. But so is he, depending on the topic. Or maybe not depending on the topic. I don't know. And he is probably going to read this. I hate being like this. STOP THE MADDNESS!!!!!
Oh, and there is this thing where when bands are called for their awards, they are called to attention while they are in the stands. I remember maybe one or two bands that did that when we were in guard, but I think about half did it Saturday. Weird. I'll be at the DeKalb Invite on Saturday if anyone else is there, look me up.
Have a great week everyone!
I went home this weekend. Friday was fun. Merrill is 12 1/2. He is definately 12 1/2. This is the average age that males begin puberty. He is very emotional right now. And I was thinking he was a cry baby, until we read about it in my Junior High/Middle School education class. I never full understood everything about puberty. My parents never explained the emotional part to me. They just told me my emotions were PMS and popped me a Midol or five. Just kidding, 2 pills, every four hours. Anyway, so the mood swings are real, and seem very overdramatic to the rest of the world. Merrill is definately in this phase. Friday was not his day.
Dad and Merrill are in a golf league that goes golfing (go figure) every Friday. Merrill loves this. He's pretty good for his age, and he gets to spend good time with his dad. Cool beans. Well Friday, golf got "rained out" as Dad explained it. Well, there wasn't any rain. The grass was dry. Merrill thought Dad was just being a jerk and not going. He was pretty bummed. (It was actually because of the lightning...there wasn't a lot, but anyway) Well, he got his "allowance" on Friday, so he thought that instead of going golfing, he would go buy a used video game. He buys games and then sells them back. It's like renting them, but keeping them longer. We pull up, and the stupid store is closed. Not just closed for the evening, closed as in moved out. So Merrill is just really bummed. He only ate one taco for dinner. I out ate him. I haven't done that in a couple years. So I figured that we don't get to spend a lot of quality time together, and since the last few months we have been starting to get along, we should do something before I go to the movies with Darren. Merrill likes coffee, it's a rare treat for him, let's go to Starbucks! So we had a great time! It made up for the lack of golf and video games. So then we get home and Dad decides that a heart to heart conversation about not being bummed out all the time would be the best thing. So then Merrill is bummed again. I think Merrill and I are a lot alike in the sense that if there is a problem, a problem that isn't a big deal, we just need to do something else to get our minds off of it. Don't bring it back up. Please don't bring it back up. If I want to talk about it, I'll bring it up.
So then Darren and I went to see Rush Hour 3. He said it was the best of the three. I said that it was about equal. Then we went back to his house. Father of the Bride was on, so we tried to watch it. But Darren fell asleep in the first 5 minutes. So I left by 10:30, because he couldn't stay awake. Stupid teachers that have to get up early. (Except Darcy isn't stupid.)
Saturday. Whoa. Eastside had their first competition at Carroll. Whoa. Rain. Lots of rain. So they performed in the gym. Arch it up. Cindy counted at least 5 drops. Inside. One of them was during drop spins. The posture wasn't good at all. They were pretty good on posture walking through the halls. So we climbed the bleachers to watch. Photographer was right there taking pictures. I was smiling anyway because I was so excited, not having seen the show in a few weeks, and not seeing any of the second number for the guard. We got 4th...out of 4. Everyone said it wasn't their best. At least they know. But for the first contest, and the fact that everything was way out of wack, I'm not worried. I gave the rifle captain a list of things to work on.
So I was listening to the tape from the auxilary judge today. So, Darce, KTK, remember Frank? Our choreographer from freshman year? Remember when he taped the swing flag routine and then randomly started impersonating a butterfly, fluttering and frolicking around the band room on the tape? He was the judge. Did you know there is an accent over the A in Suarez? I screamed when he said his name on the tape. Merrill thought there was a spider that needed to be exposed of. Bless his heart.
I got back to Muncie at 5. Four and a half hours later, no homework done. I just have to write a paper and such tonight. No big. I am going to have so much to do tomorrow, but I don't care.
So last week I went to Dr. OBGYN. She gave me some pills for PMDD. I take them every two weeks. I took the first one today. I hope they kick in soon. It has some weird side effects though: insomnia, anorexia, accidental injury....I mean really, what is this? It really needs to kick in. I'm mad at Darren, and I don't know if it's the whacked out hormones, or if I should really be mad. He usually doesn't do stuff to warrant true anger. But this time, it feels borderline. I don't know if it's him, me, or both. Let's go with both. And I am overdramatic to begin with. But so is he, depending on the topic. Or maybe not depending on the topic. I don't know. And he is probably going to read this. I hate being like this. STOP THE MADDNESS!!!!!
Oh, and there is this thing where when bands are called for their awards, they are called to attention while they are in the stands. I remember maybe one or two bands that did that when we were in guard, but I think about half did it Saturday. Weird. I'll be at the DeKalb Invite on Saturday if anyone else is there, look me up.
Have a great week everyone!