Life sucks major arse.
so, life has had its ups and downs since ive last written. i shall start in order.
ive decided to go to UT Austin...i'm like 90% sure i am. less stress to worry about there. majoring in biology. doubt if i can stand it for 4 years though. hm. we'll see. if not, yay for math or music education.
how bout them HORNS!?! hold on, how bout V. YOUNG rather so. lol. one player game, and he won it. fuck yeah, go UT. awesome game, USC is a great team also. young's decided to go to pros...but who knows. i heard he wanted to get an education.
eh...and the biggest story for today....area tryouts. rawr. i was so fucked. so fucked that i didnt even want to say it at the time being. i was so prepared too...i practiced, i gave up my lunch....i had a real good chance at making it to state. people were pushing me to make it, and i didnt want to let them down ya know...they had so much faith in me than i had in myself. i was excited. so, we get to the school, and im practicing/warming up....went well. left to go check in...came back, started playing...and then my high notes wouldnt come out. took a look at my horn, and the key at the top of my register key was opening up when it wasnt supposed to, causing air to leak out and my high notes to not play, but instead, squeek. oh fuck. so i so happened to have scotch tape on me. so i start to tape my key so that it wouldnt come up. worked for a bit till it wasnt sticky anymore. dammit. took it to a brenham director. he didnt know what the fuck he was doing! i was so frickin out. shi..so he put a rubber band on it. ok, the high notes were working...yessss. im ready to go! 4A bass clarinets were being called in, so the 5As were next. go practice a little more. so i play my low notes, oh FUCK. they didnt come out. wthell...it was not my day at all. i take a look, and my B natural key was bent. ok, bend it back sarah....didnt work. i was just about to start crying my eyes out. so, i take it back to the band hall.....noone was wondering why there was a student in there. so i asked some random person. he took me to a woodwind player, who didnt know what the hell he was doing. i was telling him that the key was bent...but he was not listening! he was tellin me that a different key was too "stiff" how can a fuckin key be stiff...i dont get it. wtf. ah, then jesus walked in...mr. amsler. ah, so i ran to him, told him what was wrong. he found a pair of plyers, worked his magic, and it worked. YAY! i was so extatic. go practice again, and the rubber band breaks. SHIIIIT, so i used my tape, but then my tape ran out. damn. i had to use my hair tie. and choose between low notes or high notes, cause when i put it on, the high notes worked BUT the low notes didnt. and when i took it off, it was vice versa. damn. so i chose high notes to play, and low notes to half way come out. damn. then the guy came and took the 5A bass clarinets to play. i tried my best with what i had to work with. i knew i should have took the bass clarinet to get it fixed before area tryouts. i knew i should have took my other bass just in case something happens to the nice one...but i didnt. i could have but didnt. it was all my fault. it just happened at the wrong time. i was sounding good and stuff...then the worst took place. i didnt know what to do. there was noone who could help me. i tried to fix it with my tape.... :( i guess it wasnt made for me. state wasnt in "god's" mind for me. humph. it was so close, but it slipped. the 1st chair girl did real good. but 2nd...he had problems. and ya know what sucks, is that i knew that if you would have tried your best, then everything went fine like i practiced, i would have had a shot at that 2nd seat. im not trying to be egotistical or what not, and nor am i trying to make excuses for my getting last chair at area. but, i just told it how it was. and you know, it was so saddening, that i didnt cry. it was that bad.
its like, everything i try hard for, i dont get. and i know that people are rooting for me to fail...and i try to proove them wrong, but it just doesnt seem turn out the way i planned in the end. like how norris puts is...ya stick ur fork in a piece of steak, and as u bring that juicy steak into ur mouth, it drops on the floor....except, if that happened to me, i would pick it off the ground and eat it. in my words...its like, im going for pros in football, but in training, the day before a game, i hurt my knee and can never play again. yeeep. thats how it feels. yeah i know thats how life is, but life sucks major ass right now.
ive decided to go to UT Austin...i'm like 90% sure i am. less stress to worry about there. majoring in biology. doubt if i can stand it for 4 years though. hm. we'll see. if not, yay for math or music education.
how bout them HORNS!?! hold on, how bout V. YOUNG rather so. lol. one player game, and he won it. fuck yeah, go UT. awesome game, USC is a great team also. young's decided to go to pros...but who knows. i heard he wanted to get an education.
eh...and the biggest story for today....area tryouts. rawr. i was so fucked. so fucked that i didnt even want to say it at the time being. i was so prepared too...i practiced, i gave up my lunch....i had a real good chance at making it to state. people were pushing me to make it, and i didnt want to let them down ya know...they had so much faith in me than i had in myself. i was excited. so, we get to the school, and im practicing/warming up....went well. left to go check in...came back, started playing...and then my high notes wouldnt come out. took a look at my horn, and the key at the top of my register key was opening up when it wasnt supposed to, causing air to leak out and my high notes to not play, but instead, squeek. oh fuck. so i so happened to have scotch tape on me. so i start to tape my key so that it wouldnt come up. worked for a bit till it wasnt sticky anymore. dammit. took it to a brenham director. he didnt know what the fuck he was doing! i was so frickin out. shi..so he put a rubber band on it. ok, the high notes were working...yessss. im ready to go! 4A bass clarinets were being called in, so the 5As were next. go practice a little more. so i play my low notes, oh FUCK. they didnt come out. wthell...it was not my day at all. i take a look, and my B natural key was bent. ok, bend it back sarah....didnt work. i was just about to start crying my eyes out. so, i take it back to the band hall.....noone was wondering why there was a student in there. so i asked some random person. he took me to a woodwind player, who didnt know what the hell he was doing. i was telling him that the key was bent...but he was not listening! he was tellin me that a different key was too "stiff" how can a fuckin key be stiff...i dont get it. wtf. ah, then jesus walked in...mr. amsler. ah, so i ran to him, told him what was wrong. he found a pair of plyers, worked his magic, and it worked. YAY! i was so extatic. go practice again, and the rubber band breaks. SHIIIIT, so i used my tape, but then my tape ran out. damn. i had to use my hair tie. and choose between low notes or high notes, cause when i put it on, the high notes worked BUT the low notes didnt. and when i took it off, it was vice versa. damn. so i chose high notes to play, and low notes to half way come out. damn. then the guy came and took the 5A bass clarinets to play. i tried my best with what i had to work with. i knew i should have took the bass clarinet to get it fixed before area tryouts. i knew i should have took my other bass just in case something happens to the nice one...but i didnt. i could have but didnt. it was all my fault. it just happened at the wrong time. i was sounding good and stuff...then the worst took place. i didnt know what to do. there was noone who could help me. i tried to fix it with my tape.... :( i guess it wasnt made for me. state wasnt in "god's" mind for me. humph. it was so close, but it slipped. the 1st chair girl did real good. but 2nd...he had problems. and ya know what sucks, is that i knew that if you would have tried your best, then everything went fine like i practiced, i would have had a shot at that 2nd seat. im not trying to be egotistical or what not, and nor am i trying to make excuses for my getting last chair at area. but, i just told it how it was. and you know, it was so saddening, that i didnt cry. it was that bad.
its like, everything i try hard for, i dont get. and i know that people are rooting for me to fail...and i try to proove them wrong, but it just doesnt seem turn out the way i planned in the end. like how norris puts is...ya stick ur fork in a piece of steak, and as u bring that juicy steak into ur mouth, it drops on the floor....except, if that happened to me, i would pick it off the ground and eat it. in my words...its like, im going for pros in football, but in training, the day before a game, i hurt my knee and can never play again. yeeep. thats how it feels. yeah i know thats how life is, but life sucks major ass right now.