So...
I never ever write in this thing ever. I was going to write in it last night but I got distracted with How I met your mother, or in my words how I met yo momma.
Yeah I'm gay, shut up.
So certain things in my life are stressful and sometimes I feel like I'm holding on to the cliff I fell of off with a pinky finger. Other things are just so amazing that I feel like if I did get pushed over the edge I'd float and I wouldn't fall.
Too bad the cliff is metaphorical.
So lets talk school.
School is wonderful. Drama, more drama, band, AP Lit. I think that's a pretty sweet schedule. I'm really glad I decided to take AP Lit. I'm not an amazing A student, but I've decided that I can settle for a high B. I'm proud of that high B. Considering I'm not trying to get into Princeton, I think it's good enough. Report cards come out on wednesday, and if I get a B in American Rev/Civil War, everyone will know it. I want that A like peanut butter wants jelly. That was so random. I'm kinda upset Teresa is ineligable. I wanted her in indoor guard. =(. I'll teach her anyway.
So now about after school. Marching Band is over. Forever. No more NCHS marching panthers and Jello. I think I'm okay with that. I'm ready for bigger (and not to offend anyone) better bands. (It's not you, honestly.) And the play. After me flipping out every moment of rehearsal today's run through meant mucho progress and I think that it may just all work out. It will be great, and I will be so proud of everyone. ADing is one of the most stressful jobs ever. But I'm glad I did it. Even though nobody knows this play, and only family and friends are going to come see it, It will always be full-house potential in my head.
My private lessons and McDaniel Band had to take a backseat to everything else in my life recently, and I'm suffering in those areas for it. My instructor is sad that I haven't been there, and I didn't have enough time to practice for All-State auditions which happen to be saturday. I was thinking about going anyway. Sure, I'll embarrass myself, and I'll probably eff up the scales, but I think I'm going to go anyway. I NEED to go. I told myself I would. Even if I pee myself while I play. All county auditions are later, and I'll have my music all perfected by then.
My room is still infested with obnoxious lady bugs, and one always seems to be crawling on me or my computer when I'm here. We're down to about 2 a day, compared to the 14 on my ceiling 2 weeks ago... I suppose that's an improvement. Can't wait until they find their own houses. JERKS!
On the college end of life: I have to turn in my McDaniel application which means, oh crap, I have to get 2 teacher recomendations for that. I guess I'm going to Brown and Gore? I was thinking I needed a teacher that I really liked from an academic class...but Bontekoe would harp on me because I didn't tell her soon enough.. and who else is there? Tabby? She'd lose it. Hmmm.. Am I really this stupid?...Scanlan maybe? Or maybe I'll just get more than 2 and pick the best? I like that idea. That's a good one, go Jello! So that's that. My mom wants me to apply to other places for early action. I don't know about that. I don't even know about other schools really. Auditioning for the music department, money, far away from home.. I need more time than 2 weeks for that. I'm SUCH A FREAKING PROCRASTINATOR! At this rate, I'll work at Arby's my whole life! Once I go back..
Okay so there was supposed to be something else here but Jeff interrupted me.
Oh I know! So eventually I have to talk to my father. =\. I need a clarinet for college. And I need it sooner rather thn later. And considering I never got a birthday present.. and Christmas is only like a month away... that's what I'm asking for.
And last but most definitely not least. Boyfriend talk. Ruthie, feel free to skip this section. I know you don't care. Sometimes people ask me how I deal with him, and you know.. the right reply to that, is because he deals with me. I wouldn't put up with me all the time. I'd like to tell me shut up once in a while. Sometimes I do. And some of the things he says and does really surprise me, and it's definitely good surprises. The kind that make you all warm and fuzzy. You know the kind. And I love that he is completely different from every other person I've dated. Sometimes it drives me crazy. Like, he's not public... and I am such a public slut it's so not even funny. But it's different. I like different. The same stuff gets boring after a while. I just wish we had more time together, and I guess since band is over we will, or at least I hope so. He's just like.. my only solid constant good thing. I seemed to just trample everything else in my life. That's what I'm good at.
So that is me in nut shell. I decided to get that off my chest and onto a computer screen. Now take that last sentece and get a visual image. That's right. It's awkward.
I love you all. Except the ladybug crawling on my keyboard.
Yeah I'm gay, shut up.
So certain things in my life are stressful and sometimes I feel like I'm holding on to the cliff I fell of off with a pinky finger. Other things are just so amazing that I feel like if I did get pushed over the edge I'd float and I wouldn't fall.
Too bad the cliff is metaphorical.
So lets talk school.
School is wonderful. Drama, more drama, band, AP Lit. I think that's a pretty sweet schedule. I'm really glad I decided to take AP Lit. I'm not an amazing A student, but I've decided that I can settle for a high B. I'm proud of that high B. Considering I'm not trying to get into Princeton, I think it's good enough. Report cards come out on wednesday, and if I get a B in American Rev/Civil War, everyone will know it. I want that A like peanut butter wants jelly. That was so random. I'm kinda upset Teresa is ineligable. I wanted her in indoor guard. =(. I'll teach her anyway.
So now about after school. Marching Band is over. Forever. No more NCHS marching panthers and Jello. I think I'm okay with that. I'm ready for bigger (and not to offend anyone) better bands. (It's not you, honestly.) And the play. After me flipping out every moment of rehearsal today's run through meant mucho progress and I think that it may just all work out. It will be great, and I will be so proud of everyone. ADing is one of the most stressful jobs ever. But I'm glad I did it. Even though nobody knows this play, and only family and friends are going to come see it, It will always be full-house potential in my head.
My private lessons and McDaniel Band had to take a backseat to everything else in my life recently, and I'm suffering in those areas for it. My instructor is sad that I haven't been there, and I didn't have enough time to practice for All-State auditions which happen to be saturday. I was thinking about going anyway. Sure, I'll embarrass myself, and I'll probably eff up the scales, but I think I'm going to go anyway. I NEED to go. I told myself I would. Even if I pee myself while I play. All county auditions are later, and I'll have my music all perfected by then.
My room is still infested with obnoxious lady bugs, and one always seems to be crawling on me or my computer when I'm here. We're down to about 2 a day, compared to the 14 on my ceiling 2 weeks ago... I suppose that's an improvement. Can't wait until they find their own houses. JERKS!
On the college end of life: I have to turn in my McDaniel application which means, oh crap, I have to get 2 teacher recomendations for that. I guess I'm going to Brown and Gore? I was thinking I needed a teacher that I really liked from an academic class...but Bontekoe would harp on me because I didn't tell her soon enough.. and who else is there? Tabby? She'd lose it. Hmmm.. Am I really this stupid?...Scanlan maybe? Or maybe I'll just get more than 2 and pick the best? I like that idea. That's a good one, go Jello! So that's that. My mom wants me to apply to other places for early action. I don't know about that. I don't even know about other schools really. Auditioning for the music department, money, far away from home.. I need more time than 2 weeks for that. I'm SUCH A FREAKING PROCRASTINATOR! At this rate, I'll work at Arby's my whole life! Once I go back..
Okay so there was supposed to be something else here but Jeff interrupted me.
Oh I know! So eventually I have to talk to my father. =\. I need a clarinet for college. And I need it sooner rather thn later. And considering I never got a birthday present.. and Christmas is only like a month away... that's what I'm asking for.
And last but most definitely not least. Boyfriend talk. Ruthie, feel free to skip this section. I know you don't care. Sometimes people ask me how I deal with him, and you know.. the right reply to that, is because he deals with me. I wouldn't put up with me all the time. I'd like to tell me shut up once in a while. Sometimes I do. And some of the things he says and does really surprise me, and it's definitely good surprises. The kind that make you all warm and fuzzy. You know the kind. And I love that he is completely different from every other person I've dated. Sometimes it drives me crazy. Like, he's not public... and I am such a public slut it's so not even funny. But it's different. I like different. The same stuff gets boring after a while. I just wish we had more time together, and I guess since band is over we will, or at least I hope so. He's just like.. my only solid constant good thing. I seemed to just trample everything else in my life. That's what I'm good at.
So that is me in nut shell. I decided to get that off my chest and onto a computer screen. Now take that last sentece and get a visual image. That's right. It's awkward.
I love you all. Except the ladybug crawling on my keyboard.