From here to there.
When I'm bumping through my user info, looking at my friends, as I'm bound to do nearly every day of my life (it's part of my routine now, and I simply can't help it), I'm extremely flattered when I see that someone has added me. No matter how the person may have found my journal, I get this excited feeling in my tummy, as though I'm extremely special.
Anyway, onto other news in my life.
The football game yesterday was quite fun. I was worrying about coming onto the field for no reason, because we did it exactly as we practiced. The drumline didn't do their awesome cadance that Andy wrote all by himself (I enjoy bragging about that as much as possible. I'm not related to Andy, and, okay, it's not like we really talk and stuff, but still, I enjoy saying that a member of my band wrote the piece that the drumline is playing), and we had to wait around ten or fifteen minutes for the football team to actually come out. I hate waiting like that, because the wind is whipping my hair in my face, and I'm not allowed to move. All throughout band camp, he pounds into our heads, "DON'T MOVE!!" He tells us not to twitch, not to fix our hair, don't scratch... honestly, if we didn't need to breathe to survive, he wouldn't have us take in oxygen, either.
So, because I know I can't move, my eye starts to itch, I feel like I need to sneeze, and I just can't stand still. I feel like moving just to spite Harbarka, but I know that even the grass spies for him, so I don't dare. My band grade depends on this, you know.
So, after the football team comes out, we play Gold & White once, before repeating and going off the field. Well, on the way out, we ran into some cheerleaders. What could I do? You can't just stop-- you can't mess up your line. So we basically worked our way around each other. It was quite funny, if we're being honest. There's a lot of sophomore cheerleaders (but freshman cheerleaders in terms of experience), so it was a tough thing. It won't happen again, though. They just need to move faster next time.
In other news, Courtney marches nine (or ten, sometimes eleven) to five. In the marching band world, you're supposed to march eight-to-five, which basically means marching eight steps within each five yard line. After playing Gold & White, Courtney is supposed to march in step with our line, but she doesn't. She just speeds up.. and speeds up.. and speeds up some more. We can't keep up with her. Christine said she was going to talk to Jaskowak about it, but I'm not sure if she did. It's not something Courtney does on purpose, I know, but she has to watch it, because it makes us look awkward. Cody tries to keep up with Courtney, and I have to keep up with Cody, but I can't. Yesterday I finally yelled, "Cody, slow down!" And we got closer together, and it wasn't as bad.
As far as stands music goes, we had to keep playing most of the songs over and over again because we either weren't together, or when we were together, we weren't in time with Courtney and Kathleen's direction. The first time we messed up, it was because the drum line was moving way too fast for us. They're in front, and they like to push it. Most of the time, it's Ethan-- he likes to push it, make us go faster, and Courtney can't ever get it to stop. I'm not sure if he thinks it's cool, but we all didn't think he was cool after playing Kimosabe four times in a row. After the band got together, we were going to fast for Courtney's direction.
That's one of the hardest things about being a drum major, I'd imagine. Directing a band that already knows the songs as well as grabbing respect from your peers. It's quite a limbo, because, as drum major, you are in charge of the people your age. You are in charge of your friends. It's general knowledge that you listen and respect a drum major, and most of the time, that's followed, except in cases like Ethan. There will always be people that try to push you, but you have to wonder where you draw the line. You are technically in charge of them, but to what extent? You don't have as much power as a teacher, but you are the one that people look to for guidance. It's almost a horrid position, but one I desire for some reason.
Half time went fairly well. Due to being the home team, we performed after the away team, who I must say were horrid. I'm often not mean to the other bands (well, okay, I am very critical of them), and I try to understand their ploy considering I am in marching band myself. However, they were bad. Awful. I can't even speak about it, but I'll try to describe it. I'm guessing it was Halloween themed. All the danceline/silkline people were dressed in different outfits and the band members were dressed in an outfit similar to those of the British soldiers, circa American Revolution. Their music was quiet (although that could have been because of the position in which we were seated-- toward the back of them) and it seemed pretty depressing. I was getting ready to fall asleep by the time they were done.
Their band was also extremely small (one tuba?!). I almost felt bad for them. Almost.
I had fun when we got on the field. I wasn't nervous or embarrassed-- I just had a great time. I couldn't help laughing; there was no way to be serious. Christine and I almost walked out onto the field on the wrong count (first time I've ever made that mistake, but what do you expect?) and it was all giggles from there. Jay was amazing with his solo in Eleanor Rigby (he had to learn Trevor's part in a day, too, so it was more amazing than usual) and we actually sounded pretty good. For the first football game, it went smoothly.
Before pre-game, the joke between Christine and Creepy-Kid Sam came to an end. What had been happening was that we had been talking as though Sam was Christine's boyfriend (God forbid) and Garvy went up to Sam and asked him if he wanted to date Christine or something. It was so hilarious and it became a huge mess. Christine ended up screaming, "I am done with this joke!"
I doubt you all get the hilarity of this, but if you knew it, you'd be cracking up. It's too hilarious.
The Eagles highlight book or whatever it is was messed up. Bailie's picture had Menzies' name in it and Nick was listed as a senior. He's a sophomore, but you know how those things go.
Overall, the game was pretty fun. It didn't start raining until the end of the game (thank goodness), so we were saved from that. It's been rainign nonstop ever since, though. I'm guessing it's Ernesto, bless his soul.
Work today went fairly well. Amazingly, I didn't start until nine, which I was excited about, and I ended at four. It was only a seven hour day, thank goodness. I got my check. Something like $141.03 or somewhere close to that. Not as big as I've been getting, but I haven't been working many hours. Quite frankly, I'm shocked at the amount I'm making. It's going to cut drastically, though, considering that I worked last Saturday and Sunday, this Saturday and Sunday, and then I don't work again the rest of this week after tomorrow. I haven't worked much at all. It's mostly due to school starting (Tuesday awaits), but I believe that when we get into the groove of things, I'll get more hours. Hopefully. But until then, having these days off is pretty nice.
Shawn came back for school. He left for the summer, but I just saw him in the sore last night when I was looking at my schedule. Vanna called him Twitchy Shawn. We're all about pointing out a person's better qualities at McDonald's.
For instance, today I learned that I am known of and thought as a Bobblehead. Yes, I did say a bobblehead. Apparently, I'm always moving my head; a fact that I find quite ridiculous, indeed, because I have never noticed it. But I'm sure I do it; I'll bet it comes so naturally I don't notice.
Two of my co-workers called me a troll today. A Troll! And then when I asked about it, one said, "Would you rather be called that or a Munchkin?"
Apparently we're in Munchkin land. When Russ started singing that (or maybe it wasn't Russ...), I learned that Vanna always thought of me as a bobblehead. Pleasant, I know. And then they started showing me how I move my head.
Pish posh.
The day at work was relatively slow, with fast parts in between. We couldn't make coffee fast enough (I'll bet because of the cold temperatures and icy rain), and there were times when we ran out. It was... not fun. The good news, however, is that I'm comfortable with breakfast, finally. It only took months of working it.
I can't think of what else happened today. Good times, bad times. Laughs, etc., etc. I don't want to bore you all with details (although if I remembered what they were, I would).
And now I'm just sitting here. My toe really hurts, but I guess I'll get over it, even though I have to stand on it for a good long while tomorrow. I also need to make a checklist of everything I might need for a football game.
First, I need a really big bad.
Second, I need a blanket.
Third, an umbrella.
Forth, a poncho (well, we'll see on this one).
Fifth... well, that's all I really need for now. But I'll be adding to the list, I'm sure.
I'm running out of ideas to talk about, but as I go, I'll mention that I'm listening to music. As I'm listening, I'm suddenly realizing, once again, how deep God's love is.
Chris Tomlin sings a song, Indescribable, which I find very beautiful. It's in the running as one of my favorite songs of all time, and the words are absolutely exquisite, all very true to the Lord. My favorite line in all the song, though, is:
"You see the depths of my heart and you love me the same"
Who else does that? Who else will love you no matter what? Your parents typically say that, of course, but it's intense when there is a God who loves you no matter what. No. Matter. What. He is forgiving of all things. Anything. No matter what.
I'll never stand for anyone telling me that God is just a belief or hope in a higher power. That may be their opinion, but I'll never believe it.
You are amazing God!
Anyway, onto other news in my life.
The football game yesterday was quite fun. I was worrying about coming onto the field for no reason, because we did it exactly as we practiced. The drumline didn't do their awesome cadance that Andy wrote all by himself (I enjoy bragging about that as much as possible. I'm not related to Andy, and, okay, it's not like we really talk and stuff, but still, I enjoy saying that a member of my band wrote the piece that the drumline is playing), and we had to wait around ten or fifteen minutes for the football team to actually come out. I hate waiting like that, because the wind is whipping my hair in my face, and I'm not allowed to move. All throughout band camp, he pounds into our heads, "DON'T MOVE!!" He tells us not to twitch, not to fix our hair, don't scratch... honestly, if we didn't need to breathe to survive, he wouldn't have us take in oxygen, either.
So, because I know I can't move, my eye starts to itch, I feel like I need to sneeze, and I just can't stand still. I feel like moving just to spite Harbarka, but I know that even the grass spies for him, so I don't dare. My band grade depends on this, you know.
So, after the football team comes out, we play Gold & White once, before repeating and going off the field. Well, on the way out, we ran into some cheerleaders. What could I do? You can't just stop-- you can't mess up your line. So we basically worked our way around each other. It was quite funny, if we're being honest. There's a lot of sophomore cheerleaders (but freshman cheerleaders in terms of experience), so it was a tough thing. It won't happen again, though. They just need to move faster next time.
In other news, Courtney marches nine (or ten, sometimes eleven) to five. In the marching band world, you're supposed to march eight-to-five, which basically means marching eight steps within each five yard line. After playing Gold & White, Courtney is supposed to march in step with our line, but she doesn't. She just speeds up.. and speeds up.. and speeds up some more. We can't keep up with her. Christine said she was going to talk to Jaskowak about it, but I'm not sure if she did. It's not something Courtney does on purpose, I know, but she has to watch it, because it makes us look awkward. Cody tries to keep up with Courtney, and I have to keep up with Cody, but I can't. Yesterday I finally yelled, "Cody, slow down!" And we got closer together, and it wasn't as bad.
As far as stands music goes, we had to keep playing most of the songs over and over again because we either weren't together, or when we were together, we weren't in time with Courtney and Kathleen's direction. The first time we messed up, it was because the drum line was moving way too fast for us. They're in front, and they like to push it. Most of the time, it's Ethan-- he likes to push it, make us go faster, and Courtney can't ever get it to stop. I'm not sure if he thinks it's cool, but we all didn't think he was cool after playing Kimosabe four times in a row. After the band got together, we were going to fast for Courtney's direction.
That's one of the hardest things about being a drum major, I'd imagine. Directing a band that already knows the songs as well as grabbing respect from your peers. It's quite a limbo, because, as drum major, you are in charge of the people your age. You are in charge of your friends. It's general knowledge that you listen and respect a drum major, and most of the time, that's followed, except in cases like Ethan. There will always be people that try to push you, but you have to wonder where you draw the line. You are technically in charge of them, but to what extent? You don't have as much power as a teacher, but you are the one that people look to for guidance. It's almost a horrid position, but one I desire for some reason.
Half time went fairly well. Due to being the home team, we performed after the away team, who I must say were horrid. I'm often not mean to the other bands (well, okay, I am very critical of them), and I try to understand their ploy considering I am in marching band myself. However, they were bad. Awful. I can't even speak about it, but I'll try to describe it. I'm guessing it was Halloween themed. All the danceline/silkline people were dressed in different outfits and the band members were dressed in an outfit similar to those of the British soldiers, circa American Revolution. Their music was quiet (although that could have been because of the position in which we were seated-- toward the back of them) and it seemed pretty depressing. I was getting ready to fall asleep by the time they were done.
Their band was also extremely small (one tuba?!). I almost felt bad for them. Almost.
I had fun when we got on the field. I wasn't nervous or embarrassed-- I just had a great time. I couldn't help laughing; there was no way to be serious. Christine and I almost walked out onto the field on the wrong count (first time I've ever made that mistake, but what do you expect?) and it was all giggles from there. Jay was amazing with his solo in Eleanor Rigby (he had to learn Trevor's part in a day, too, so it was more amazing than usual) and we actually sounded pretty good. For the first football game, it went smoothly.
Before pre-game, the joke between Christine and Creepy-Kid Sam came to an end. What had been happening was that we had been talking as though Sam was Christine's boyfriend (God forbid) and Garvy went up to Sam and asked him if he wanted to date Christine or something. It was so hilarious and it became a huge mess. Christine ended up screaming, "I am done with this joke!"
I doubt you all get the hilarity of this, but if you knew it, you'd be cracking up. It's too hilarious.
The Eagles highlight book or whatever it is was messed up. Bailie's picture had Menzies' name in it and Nick was listed as a senior. He's a sophomore, but you know how those things go.
Overall, the game was pretty fun. It didn't start raining until the end of the game (thank goodness), so we were saved from that. It's been rainign nonstop ever since, though. I'm guessing it's Ernesto, bless his soul.
Work today went fairly well. Amazingly, I didn't start until nine, which I was excited about, and I ended at four. It was only a seven hour day, thank goodness. I got my check. Something like $141.03 or somewhere close to that. Not as big as I've been getting, but I haven't been working many hours. Quite frankly, I'm shocked at the amount I'm making. It's going to cut drastically, though, considering that I worked last Saturday and Sunday, this Saturday and Sunday, and then I don't work again the rest of this week after tomorrow. I haven't worked much at all. It's mostly due to school starting (Tuesday awaits), but I believe that when we get into the groove of things, I'll get more hours. Hopefully. But until then, having these days off is pretty nice.
Shawn came back for school. He left for the summer, but I just saw him in the sore last night when I was looking at my schedule. Vanna called him Twitchy Shawn. We're all about pointing out a person's better qualities at McDonald's.
For instance, today I learned that I am known of and thought as a Bobblehead. Yes, I did say a bobblehead. Apparently, I'm always moving my head; a fact that I find quite ridiculous, indeed, because I have never noticed it. But I'm sure I do it; I'll bet it comes so naturally I don't notice.
Two of my co-workers called me a troll today. A Troll! And then when I asked about it, one said, "Would you rather be called that or a Munchkin?"
Apparently we're in Munchkin land. When Russ started singing that (or maybe it wasn't Russ...), I learned that Vanna always thought of me as a bobblehead. Pleasant, I know. And then they started showing me how I move my head.
Pish posh.
The day at work was relatively slow, with fast parts in between. We couldn't make coffee fast enough (I'll bet because of the cold temperatures and icy rain), and there were times when we ran out. It was... not fun. The good news, however, is that I'm comfortable with breakfast, finally. It only took months of working it.
I can't think of what else happened today. Good times, bad times. Laughs, etc., etc. I don't want to bore you all with details (although if I remembered what they were, I would).
And now I'm just sitting here. My toe really hurts, but I guess I'll get over it, even though I have to stand on it for a good long while tomorrow. I also need to make a checklist of everything I might need for a football game.
First, I need a really big bad.
Second, I need a blanket.
Third, an umbrella.
Forth, a poncho (well, we'll see on this one).
Fifth... well, that's all I really need for now. But I'll be adding to the list, I'm sure.
I'm running out of ideas to talk about, but as I go, I'll mention that I'm listening to music. As I'm listening, I'm suddenly realizing, once again, how deep God's love is.
Chris Tomlin sings a song, Indescribable, which I find very beautiful. It's in the running as one of my favorite songs of all time, and the words are absolutely exquisite, all very true to the Lord. My favorite line in all the song, though, is:
"You see the depths of my heart and you love me the same"
Who else does that? Who else will love you no matter what? Your parents typically say that, of course, but it's intense when there is a God who loves you no matter what. No. Matter. What. He is forgiving of all things. Anything. No matter what.
I'll never stand for anyone telling me that God is just a belief or hope in a higher power. That may be their opinion, but I'll never believe it.
You are amazing God!