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i'm so glad to be home...
fridays game sucked for me.
and it all began with one little splinter.
it just was not my night.
i had this painful splinter jamming into my fingernail, my socks kept on falling. then water got spilled on my headdress. on accident, of course, but still. then my chaperone wouldnt let me go the bathrm and get some paper towels or anything to dry it off, so my green feathers are now slightly black in sections. and THEN. what just set me off....passing out the gauntlets.
they give me the box, so i started passing them out. "hey, pass this to mariel." no big deal. but then mrs lafay (spelling??) started SPAZZING OUT and tried passing some out at the same time, trying to speed it up, and it was just CHAOS CHAOS CHAOS. she ws trying to pass them out, and yelling out to ppl, but it doesnt work that way. all she did was make a normal process turn into shiza. i can't even explain how frustrated and upset i was starting to get, b/c she was like "your clarinets need to know their gauntlet numbers for when u pass it out" (i think, no, they dont need to know their numbers, i cant just yell out a # and expect them to hear me 20 ft away - its easier if i just say hey, pass this to so-and-so). but anyways. after that mess, i was just ready to cry cuz i was already emo and stressed out, and mrs lafay just made it all multiply by a thousand.
so i sat there, staring at the other band, thinking "gee i wish we could sing 'heeeey baby, i wanna know, wont u be my girl' as well".
and then cara was like "awww whats wrong" and came up and hugged me.
which made me start crying.
the two things you never do when i'm trying to not cry: hug me or try and get me to talk. you're just releasing an avalanche.
and then *everyone* around me was like "whats wrong laura" and turned around and looked at me, and all i wanted to do was hide. its nice that they cared, but i seriously hate crying in front of people. all i could say was "i've had a bad day."
the only thing that really cheered me up was the cute sax frosh joking "if you dont smile i'll give you a lapdance" and tono yelling "laura i love you!"
the halftime show sucked. o well. i kinda expected that with how unfocused the band was.
then afterwards.....more stress, picking up the gauntlets.
i'm in charge of counting 'em and if its not the right amount, checking the numbers. well, april said that maggie couldnt find hers, had borrowed someone elses, so i assumed the gauntlets not on the list were the ones she's borrowed. but then nikki's were missing, and she'd handed them to april who'd given them to me, and it was like dude, how can they suddenly be missing. we had 2 missing and one not on the list.
so i spent the entire 3rd quarter going thru the gauntlets, counting and checking, thinking WTF why is it always the basses...told april, we looked around, and we finally were like *sigh* lets go tell mrs lafay and get our asses chewed out.
but no.
she had taken maggies after the halftime. and its like, wtf, why did i just spend all that time trying to find them when mrs lafay had them.so nikki had used #56 instead of 70. which means that we had the right amount but the numbers are messed up.
and them as i walk back up to my row, i see my headdress, gloves, and my clarinet. surrounded by a giant puddle of water.
WTF.
i've never had water spilled on my stuff before, and now its twice in one game? thanks, saxes.
my clarinet was soaked. as were the rest of my black feathers.
so i went back up to the empty space by the bass drums, and mrs miller got some paper towels and i dried the inside and outside of my clarinet. got margret to come down and talk to me, since i was ready to cry again. i mean honestly, murphys law times a thousand. everything that could go wrong was, it seemed.
and thinking about it made me more upset, so i sat/hid behind the big bass drummer (edit: no margret, not 'the fat bass drummer' there arent any - the guy who drums the biggest bass lol), and just sat there with my hands covering my face crying. i feel kinda bad now for the dude, he was like "aw whats wrong....im sorry...." and i prolly made him feel uncomfortable. sigh.
the busride almost made up for how shitty the past few hours had been. the back of the bus had a good talk....how there's no real leadership in the band b/c we have no authority to enforce anything, how things have changed over the past few years; all these like, 15-yr-olds are having casual sex; other stuff.
but then the busdriver wouldnt let me keep my feet on the edge of annes seat, and then she made me sit up (i'd been lying down on kevin, sleeping). that really pissed me off.
went to waho with mar, nick, and meg. didnt get home til 1.
~*~*~*~*~
this weekend......went to my grandparents. went golfing with my grandpa. the usual. slept in late, ate out.
=( he was like "you'll be the last person i golf with for atleast 2 months". he's having surgery for his bladder cancer on tuesday, and he's really worried about the pathological report, and that it might have spread.
i'm praying, thats about all i can do.
but atleast i made his weekend a little happier.
but i'm tired now. and i still have hw to do, colleges to apply to...ahhh....
fridays game sucked for me.
and it all began with one little splinter.
it just was not my night.
i had this painful splinter jamming into my fingernail, my socks kept on falling. then water got spilled on my headdress. on accident, of course, but still. then my chaperone wouldnt let me go the bathrm and get some paper towels or anything to dry it off, so my green feathers are now slightly black in sections. and THEN. what just set me off....passing out the gauntlets.
they give me the box, so i started passing them out. "hey, pass this to mariel." no big deal. but then mrs lafay (spelling??) started SPAZZING OUT and tried passing some out at the same time, trying to speed it up, and it was just CHAOS CHAOS CHAOS. she ws trying to pass them out, and yelling out to ppl, but it doesnt work that way. all she did was make a normal process turn into shiza. i can't even explain how frustrated and upset i was starting to get, b/c she was like "your clarinets need to know their gauntlet numbers for when u pass it out" (i think, no, they dont need to know their numbers, i cant just yell out a # and expect them to hear me 20 ft away - its easier if i just say hey, pass this to so-and-so). but anyways. after that mess, i was just ready to cry cuz i was already emo and stressed out, and mrs lafay just made it all multiply by a thousand.
so i sat there, staring at the other band, thinking "gee i wish we could sing 'heeeey baby, i wanna know, wont u be my girl' as well".
and then cara was like "awww whats wrong" and came up and hugged me.
which made me start crying.
the two things you never do when i'm trying to not cry: hug me or try and get me to talk. you're just releasing an avalanche.
and then *everyone* around me was like "whats wrong laura" and turned around and looked at me, and all i wanted to do was hide. its nice that they cared, but i seriously hate crying in front of people. all i could say was "i've had a bad day."
the only thing that really cheered me up was the cute sax frosh joking "if you dont smile i'll give you a lapdance" and tono yelling "laura i love you!"
the halftime show sucked. o well. i kinda expected that with how unfocused the band was.
then afterwards.....more stress, picking up the gauntlets.
i'm in charge of counting 'em and if its not the right amount, checking the numbers. well, april said that maggie couldnt find hers, had borrowed someone elses, so i assumed the gauntlets not on the list were the ones she's borrowed. but then nikki's were missing, and she'd handed them to april who'd given them to me, and it was like dude, how can they suddenly be missing. we had 2 missing and one not on the list.
so i spent the entire 3rd quarter going thru the gauntlets, counting and checking, thinking WTF why is it always the basses...told april, we looked around, and we finally were like *sigh* lets go tell mrs lafay and get our asses chewed out.
but no.
she had taken maggies after the halftime. and its like, wtf, why did i just spend all that time trying to find them when mrs lafay had them.so nikki had used #56 instead of 70. which means that we had the right amount but the numbers are messed up.
and them as i walk back up to my row, i see my headdress, gloves, and my clarinet. surrounded by a giant puddle of water.
WTF.
i've never had water spilled on my stuff before, and now its twice in one game? thanks, saxes.
my clarinet was soaked. as were the rest of my black feathers.
so i went back up to the empty space by the bass drums, and mrs miller got some paper towels and i dried the inside and outside of my clarinet. got margret to come down and talk to me, since i was ready to cry again. i mean honestly, murphys law times a thousand. everything that could go wrong was, it seemed.
and thinking about it made me more upset, so i sat/hid behind the big bass drummer (edit: no margret, not 'the fat bass drummer' there arent any - the guy who drums the biggest bass lol), and just sat there with my hands covering my face crying. i feel kinda bad now for the dude, he was like "aw whats wrong....im sorry...." and i prolly made him feel uncomfortable. sigh.
the busride almost made up for how shitty the past few hours had been. the back of the bus had a good talk....how there's no real leadership in the band b/c we have no authority to enforce anything, how things have changed over the past few years; all these like, 15-yr-olds are having casual sex; other stuff.
but then the busdriver wouldnt let me keep my feet on the edge of annes seat, and then she made me sit up (i'd been lying down on kevin, sleeping). that really pissed me off.
went to waho with mar, nick, and meg. didnt get home til 1.
~*~*~*~*~
this weekend......went to my grandparents. went golfing with my grandpa. the usual. slept in late, ate out.
=( he was like "you'll be the last person i golf with for atleast 2 months". he's having surgery for his bladder cancer on tuesday, and he's really worried about the pathological report, and that it might have spread.
i'm praying, thats about all i can do.
but atleast i made his weekend a little happier.
but i'm tired now. and i still have hw to do, colleges to apply to...ahhh....