And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually.
School's out for the summer!
[deep]Sometimes, hopes and dreams really do come true, though only on occassion. More often than not, they don't, and your entire world comes crashing down all around you. There are things that we experience in our lives that we'll never be able to explain, but somehow you've just got to hold on and pray that everything'll be okay. No matter who you are, you have to put your faith in something, believe in something, regardless of what it might be. One day, you just might find out it's all you've got to hold on to.[/deep]
Yeah, it's been a while since I've posted a blog, and you're just going to have to get over it. I had my second interview at Wendy's, and I got the job. They're paying me more than minimum wage, but not too much more. haha. It's better than what I'd be making elsewhere, and it's not too bad of a job. We've got a rockin' crew.. there's maybe one or two who I can't stand, but I'm nice and I keep my mouth shut about it. Most of the time. Anyhow, I've been working a lot. Lord knows I need the money.
The last few days of school were alright.. good memories were made. The last day of school rocked out loud. We had brownies in Mrs. Eplin's class, wrote a letter to the incoming freshman in Mrs. Gensler's class, hung out in gym, talked in Mrs. Parker's class, ate, and took pictures.. lunch was sad. I finally managed to get a picture of Ashley Hewett. haha. After school, I hopped in Kevin Massie's Astrovan and rode around for a while.. I tagged along with him all evening until about 25 sophomores (only two not from our English class) went to Pizza Hut, then to Strikezone for a wonderful evening of bowling. Good times, good times. Or so it goes...
Graduation was the next morning. I suffered from severe sleep deprivation - yes, moreso than usual - and thus, I wasn't quite as touched watching the seniors walking across the stage as I imagine I'd be. However, might I say that Mr. Rimmer has one hell of a voice, and that was just a beautiful song. Rory and I ate at Arby's afterwards.. Arby's is an amazing restaurant. You got a shitload of food for cheap, and it's good.. You can't beat their curly fries.
I got so burnt out at the end of the year, and just so tired of everything... hence I didn't go to finals. Mrs. Gensler said that she was giving me a C for the last six weeks... and she gave me a 74. I said more than my fair share of dirty words about that.
I've been working crazy hours... I bought DDR and some other stuff with my first paycheck, and a newer computer with my second one. Here's the specs for those of you who understand: 2.8ghz Intel Pentium 4, 512mb SDRAM, 32mb onboard intel graphics, 80gb hard drive with XP pro preinstalled (plus my own 40gb I moved over into it) DVD/CD-RW combo drive... not bad for $311, eh? It's like comparing a Chevy Cavalier to a Corvette... Sure, a Cavalier's a good car, and it'll get you from point A to point B... most of the time. But a Corvette, baby, that's where it's at. Now I can actually browse myspace without waiting an hour for the pages to load and watch youtube videos. It's exciting. Expect to see more comments and stuff from me.
I didn't do Jazz-MU-Tazz this year because: 1. I couldn't afford (what's new?), and 2. It wouldn't look good asking for a straight week off when you're starting a new job. I hope you guys who got to go again this year had a great time, and hopefully I'll be attending next year.
Band's going well. I like most of the music we're doing in our show. I went to Drums Across the Tri-State after band practice on the 28th, ate with Shew and Dylan at Johnny's, then I spent the afternoon at Dylan's house. We napped for two hours.. it was great. haha. And no, I'm not gay, dammit. We didn't sleep together, thank you very much. I passed out in his recliner. I bummed the money off Willis to get a Phantom Regiment shirt out of the bargain bin during intermission at the show, saw Sam Ball, Terrin and Watson, and a lot of other people. I liked most of the corps. The Cadets show is basically Alice in Wonderland on crack. It broke my heart when Regiment lost, but you'll have that. Brianna G. took me home, and we ended up getting somewhat lost. That was fun, plus we went through the Wendy's drive-thru.
I finally got out and did something for the 4th this year. I met up with Rory at Wendy's, Randy was working the front register. We ate hamburgers, the cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast. Then we got Frostys (yes, the only soquid you eat with a fpoon) and walked all the way to April Dawn Park where El Dorado was putting on a concert. They played well, and it was good to see those guys again. Rory and I walked back to Wendy's, where we drank and waited on his dad, who took us over to the Marshalls' house. We swam and ate ribs and chicken and pork. You know, things poor people don't get very often. It was nice. Then we went to Krogers, and after that we went back to Rory's house, where we hung around and watched the fireworks from the top of his hill. I spent the night.. we watched Pulp Fiction and part of The Blues Brothers. Let the good times roll, baby. Our original plans were to go to the wave pool that Thursday, but alas, we didn't account the weather.
This is where I tell you that Rory's dating a chick from Georgia and laugh.
Yesterday, I got about two hours of sleep before band... I ate leftover, microwaved Wendy's chicken nuggets for breakfast.. not quite a hamburger, but close enough. I go to band, tired and dazed as hell. Melanie comes up to me after practice, hugs me with the most pitiful expression on her face and tells she she wrecked her car with Sean that morning... not cool, not cool at all. All four tenor saxes were there. It was a fucking miracle. Anyhow, I come home to find out that I have to mow the grandparents' grass.. so I go do that, then I've to got trim, as well. They fed me good food, though.. my grandmother's an awesome cook. Sean had told me that Lyle's having VBS this week, so I decide I want to go to that. I call Lyle, and Morgan picks up. I've heard her voice so much, ever since I was a little kid, and it's funny how it still manages to make me happy. She calls her dad and asks him to give me a ride since he's still at work. He's pulling into our driveway just as my grandmother and I are, and I ask for a quick minute to freshen up. I then run out and hop in his van, so the story goes.
The evening went well, to say the least... I had fun at VBS. The puppets were hilarious. It was good seeing Lyle, Morgan and the girls again. Very good. I painted a Jesus Rocks thing I'm gonna hang up in the band room. He preached, but something he said really struck a chord in me. He was talking about how he went up to a guy in church during fellowship once and told him that he loved him, and the guy had said, "Lyle, I don't think I've never heard my own dad tell me I love you before." Now, I really couldn't tell you for sure if he was talking about me or not, but it's would certainly apply. I tried not to cry, and I held a lot of it in. I'm not keen on crying in front of a large group of people. There's a lot of times I feel like the biggest hypocrite on earth... but especially when I don't let myself cry because I'm always the one telling everybody else that it's okay to cry their heart out. Most of you know that my real father and my mom never got married, and the worthless piece of shit walked out on her when I was 10 days old. Ever since I met Lyle, he's been the closest thing I've ever had to a dad, and I realized last night how empty my life's been without him.
But the whole "I've never heard my own dad tell me I love you before" really got me to thinking about things. I hold a lot of things in. And it's funny, because I always try and help other people with their problems and let them unload everything on me, but I have such a hard time doing it myself. People have plenty of troubles on their own shoulders without listening to mine. And mine aren't too bad compared to many others'.
Rides home are some of the greatest moments in my life, and the one from Mt. Zion last night was no different. Listening to music, talking to Lyle, Morgan and the girls... Lord, I miss it.
I need to buy my summer reading and start on that... I will with my next paycheck, which I get on Monday. Joy. I'm not waiting until the week that school starts (or in this case, since it starts on a Monday, the week before) to do the majority of my summer reading. It's a bad deal. And there's just a little over two weeks before band camp starts up. One of the many bad things about being in band is that you've got a short summer. Oh well. That's the way of the world. I'm going to have to push myself so hard this year, balancing two AP and an honors class, band, and work on top of prospective relationships and quite possibly church, once again. Hopefully, I'll be buying an acoustic guitar off of Kevin and learning that. I can already tell that this is going to turn out to be quite a year.
Here we go again...
I take my driver's test next Thursday or thereabouts. Wish me luck.
In other news, I'm single.
[deep]Sometimes, hopes and dreams really do come true, though only on occassion. More often than not, they don't, and your entire world comes crashing down all around you. There are things that we experience in our lives that we'll never be able to explain, but somehow you've just got to hold on and pray that everything'll be okay. No matter who you are, you have to put your faith in something, believe in something, regardless of what it might be. One day, you just might find out it's all you've got to hold on to.[/deep]
Yeah, it's been a while since I've posted a blog, and you're just going to have to get over it. I had my second interview at Wendy's, and I got the job. They're paying me more than minimum wage, but not too much more. haha. It's better than what I'd be making elsewhere, and it's not too bad of a job. We've got a rockin' crew.. there's maybe one or two who I can't stand, but I'm nice and I keep my mouth shut about it. Most of the time. Anyhow, I've been working a lot. Lord knows I need the money.
The last few days of school were alright.. good memories were made. The last day of school rocked out loud. We had brownies in Mrs. Eplin's class, wrote a letter to the incoming freshman in Mrs. Gensler's class, hung out in gym, talked in Mrs. Parker's class, ate, and took pictures.. lunch was sad. I finally managed to get a picture of Ashley Hewett. haha. After school, I hopped in Kevin Massie's Astrovan and rode around for a while.. I tagged along with him all evening until about 25 sophomores (only two not from our English class) went to Pizza Hut, then to Strikezone for a wonderful evening of bowling. Good times, good times. Or so it goes...
Graduation was the next morning. I suffered from severe sleep deprivation - yes, moreso than usual - and thus, I wasn't quite as touched watching the seniors walking across the stage as I imagine I'd be. However, might I say that Mr. Rimmer has one hell of a voice, and that was just a beautiful song. Rory and I ate at Arby's afterwards.. Arby's is an amazing restaurant. You got a shitload of food for cheap, and it's good.. You can't beat their curly fries.
I got so burnt out at the end of the year, and just so tired of everything... hence I didn't go to finals. Mrs. Gensler said that she was giving me a C for the last six weeks... and she gave me a 74. I said more than my fair share of dirty words about that.
I've been working crazy hours... I bought DDR and some other stuff with my first paycheck, and a newer computer with my second one. Here's the specs for those of you who understand: 2.8ghz Intel Pentium 4, 512mb SDRAM, 32mb onboard intel graphics, 80gb hard drive with XP pro preinstalled (plus my own 40gb I moved over into it) DVD/CD-RW combo drive... not bad for $311, eh? It's like comparing a Chevy Cavalier to a Corvette... Sure, a Cavalier's a good car, and it'll get you from point A to point B... most of the time. But a Corvette, baby, that's where it's at. Now I can actually browse myspace without waiting an hour for the pages to load and watch youtube videos. It's exciting. Expect to see more comments and stuff from me.
I didn't do Jazz-MU-Tazz this year because: 1. I couldn't afford (what's new?), and 2. It wouldn't look good asking for a straight week off when you're starting a new job. I hope you guys who got to go again this year had a great time, and hopefully I'll be attending next year.
Band's going well. I like most of the music we're doing in our show. I went to Drums Across the Tri-State after band practice on the 28th, ate with Shew and Dylan at Johnny's, then I spent the afternoon at Dylan's house. We napped for two hours.. it was great. haha. And no, I'm not gay, dammit. We didn't sleep together, thank you very much. I passed out in his recliner. I bummed the money off Willis to get a Phantom Regiment shirt out of the bargain bin during intermission at the show, saw Sam Ball, Terrin and Watson, and a lot of other people. I liked most of the corps. The Cadets show is basically Alice in Wonderland on crack. It broke my heart when Regiment lost, but you'll have that. Brianna G. took me home, and we ended up getting somewhat lost. That was fun, plus we went through the Wendy's drive-thru.
I finally got out and did something for the 4th this year. I met up with Rory at Wendy's, Randy was working the front register. We ate hamburgers, the cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast. Then we got Frostys (yes, the only soquid you eat with a fpoon) and walked all the way to April Dawn Park where El Dorado was putting on a concert. They played well, and it was good to see those guys again. Rory and I walked back to Wendy's, where we drank and waited on his dad, who took us over to the Marshalls' house. We swam and ate ribs and chicken and pork. You know, things poor people don't get very often. It was nice. Then we went to Krogers, and after that we went back to Rory's house, where we hung around and watched the fireworks from the top of his hill. I spent the night.. we watched Pulp Fiction and part of The Blues Brothers. Let the good times roll, baby. Our original plans were to go to the wave pool that Thursday, but alas, we didn't account the weather.
This is where I tell you that Rory's dating a chick from Georgia and laugh.
Yesterday, I got about two hours of sleep before band... I ate leftover, microwaved Wendy's chicken nuggets for breakfast.. not quite a hamburger, but close enough. I go to band, tired and dazed as hell. Melanie comes up to me after practice, hugs me with the most pitiful expression on her face and tells she she wrecked her car with Sean that morning... not cool, not cool at all. All four tenor saxes were there. It was a fucking miracle. Anyhow, I come home to find out that I have to mow the grandparents' grass.. so I go do that, then I've to got trim, as well. They fed me good food, though.. my grandmother's an awesome cook. Sean had told me that Lyle's having VBS this week, so I decide I want to go to that. I call Lyle, and Morgan picks up. I've heard her voice so much, ever since I was a little kid, and it's funny how it still manages to make me happy. She calls her dad and asks him to give me a ride since he's still at work. He's pulling into our driveway just as my grandmother and I are, and I ask for a quick minute to freshen up. I then run out and hop in his van, so the story goes.
The evening went well, to say the least... I had fun at VBS. The puppets were hilarious. It was good seeing Lyle, Morgan and the girls again. Very good. I painted a Jesus Rocks thing I'm gonna hang up in the band room. He preached, but something he said really struck a chord in me. He was talking about how he went up to a guy in church during fellowship once and told him that he loved him, and the guy had said, "Lyle, I don't think I've never heard my own dad tell me I love you before." Now, I really couldn't tell you for sure if he was talking about me or not, but it's would certainly apply. I tried not to cry, and I held a lot of it in. I'm not keen on crying in front of a large group of people. There's a lot of times I feel like the biggest hypocrite on earth... but especially when I don't let myself cry because I'm always the one telling everybody else that it's okay to cry their heart out. Most of you know that my real father and my mom never got married, and the worthless piece of shit walked out on her when I was 10 days old. Ever since I met Lyle, he's been the closest thing I've ever had to a dad, and I realized last night how empty my life's been without him.
But the whole "I've never heard my own dad tell me I love you before" really got me to thinking about things. I hold a lot of things in. And it's funny, because I always try and help other people with their problems and let them unload everything on me, but I have such a hard time doing it myself. People have plenty of troubles on their own shoulders without listening to mine. And mine aren't too bad compared to many others'.
Rides home are some of the greatest moments in my life, and the one from Mt. Zion last night was no different. Listening to music, talking to Lyle, Morgan and the girls... Lord, I miss it.
I need to buy my summer reading and start on that... I will with my next paycheck, which I get on Monday. Joy. I'm not waiting until the week that school starts (or in this case, since it starts on a Monday, the week before) to do the majority of my summer reading. It's a bad deal. And there's just a little over two weeks before band camp starts up. One of the many bad things about being in band is that you've got a short summer. Oh well. That's the way of the world. I'm going to have to push myself so hard this year, balancing two AP and an honors class, band, and work on top of prospective relationships and quite possibly church, once again. Hopefully, I'll be buying an acoustic guitar off of Kevin and learning that. I can already tell that this is going to turn out to be quite a year.
Here we go again...
I take my driver's test next Thursday or thereabouts. Wish me luck.
In other news, I'm single.