band band band
i love being in band
i dont care how dorky that sounds, i love it.
its so wierd, i used to hate it with a pashion. now alot of my friends are in it, im pretty good and competing without making a fool of myself, i get really excited when i learn of a piece we might play, i listen to band music all the time. i love it.
and one thing i love even more than band is playing the french horn. im pretty sure we are the most awesome section ever to be written for. quartets. rips. chords. *sigh* (lol =P)
oh yeah, apparently i forgot to mention to some people
Frank Ticheli is my husband, and yes, Vesuvius is our child.
LOL
ok, not really. hes too old for me
but. VESUVIUS is probably the best song EVER written for concert band. no joke. yesterday during our dinner break we all confirmed that playing vesuvius is in fact what we believe having sex would be like. positively amazing.
why am i writing about this??
lol its fantastic
ah well on to other things
i do not want to eat in the cafeteria anymore. im tired of the part of the table thats too immature for my taste anymore. i dont mean to be conceited, but i know im above the crap they pull off, the things they talk about, and the things they want to do. its all so stupid... why didnt i see this long ago
so, im going to try to see if i can eat in mrs. diersings room. i love that woman. shes brilliant. i hope she lets me so i can hang with my real friends... sorry lunch table....
btw- there are a few select people (brian, grace, buddy, josette) that arent all fakey. i appreciate them. they should come find another place with me....
and, theres another something on my mind. "stuff" that i cant exactly see where its going. i cant say i dont want it to go somewhere. not at all. ive been told there are things that wish to be spoken of. what are they?
OH. my report card. im not dead (obviously), and neither is my social life. my parents were kind enough to give me the chance to redeem myself with out their total control- its about time. actually, it might have hurt less if they had taken something away... to my dismay, my dad basically said not much more than "im disappointed"
ouch.
well, off to church
i dont care how dorky that sounds, i love it.
its so wierd, i used to hate it with a pashion. now alot of my friends are in it, im pretty good and competing without making a fool of myself, i get really excited when i learn of a piece we might play, i listen to band music all the time. i love it.
and one thing i love even more than band is playing the french horn. im pretty sure we are the most awesome section ever to be written for. quartets. rips. chords. *sigh* (lol =P)
oh yeah, apparently i forgot to mention to some people
Frank Ticheli is my husband, and yes, Vesuvius is our child.
LOL
ok, not really. hes too old for me
but. VESUVIUS is probably the best song EVER written for concert band. no joke. yesterday during our dinner break we all confirmed that playing vesuvius is in fact what we believe having sex would be like. positively amazing.
why am i writing about this??
lol its fantastic
ah well on to other things
i do not want to eat in the cafeteria anymore. im tired of the part of the table thats too immature for my taste anymore. i dont mean to be conceited, but i know im above the crap they pull off, the things they talk about, and the things they want to do. its all so stupid... why didnt i see this long ago
so, im going to try to see if i can eat in mrs. diersings room. i love that woman. shes brilliant. i hope she lets me so i can hang with my real friends... sorry lunch table....
btw- there are a few select people (brian, grace, buddy, josette) that arent all fakey. i appreciate them. they should come find another place with me....
and, theres another something on my mind. "stuff" that i cant exactly see where its going. i cant say i dont want it to go somewhere. not at all. ive been told there are things that wish to be spoken of. what are they?
OH. my report card. im not dead (obviously), and neither is my social life. my parents were kind enough to give me the chance to redeem myself with out their total control- its about time. actually, it might have hurt less if they had taken something away... to my dismay, my dad basically said not much more than "im disappointed"
ouch.
well, off to church