The Band Preview

Hello all you bloggers out there! Sorry for the absence lately, but band has really been eating up all of my time lately. Speaking of which, you may have noticed that my sentences in this post are two-toned. This is because I am all jazzed up with school spirit because last night the marching band had the The Preview, and I was completely and totally excited. The Preview is an event where all four bands in our county showcase their marching band shows to the other three schools along with their parents and any other band fans. I enjoyed watching the other bands and their shows; personally Linconlton's was my favorite of the other three. They preformed a Cirque Di Soleil show complete with ring leader costumes and faux tight rope walking. I laughed and clapped through the entire thing. It was just so darned entertaining that I couldn't help myself. (You all know what that's like right?) Anyhoo, last night we were the last to go on,and may I say, we were STUPENDOUS! It was the best run of the show War and Peace that we have had to date!

While this was amazingly wonderful, alot of the band parents just don't seem to understand the premise to our ending. One of those people would be my father, of course. For the past five years that our school and marching band has been in exsistence, we have always ended with a loud, energetic note that basically blows the pants off of the judges and the audience. (I exaggerate of course....Or do I? Hm...) But this year we are forgoing the wet-your-pants-and-drop-your-mouth last note, instead gunning for a much more complex and powerful ending. I am afraid that it is monumentally different than it usually is for us, but I believe that's good so we don't always stick to the same ol' same ol' year after year. We have an insane amount of visuals this year, which I am EXTREMELY excited about. I just hope that I don't slip up and accidently poke someone in the eye and cause them to topple over and over and over one another so we all fall down and ruin the show. Wow, I hope I didn't just jinx myself with that one.

Well, I would write more (that is if I could think of any). But this whole two-toned sentence crap really take much more time than you think it would!


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AP SHOULD stand for Awfully Painful

I think that perhaps when I signed up for my classes, I was temporarily mentally deranged. Maybe I had a touch of the flu and my head wasn't straight, or maybe I just figured, hey, why don't I just go ahead and off myself right here right now? I say this because I have come to a bump in my normally easy going class regiment. Now normally, most of my academic classes are honors, which I have seemed to be able to handle up until this point. But for some reason that not even I have divulged the meaning of yet, I signed myself up for AP English Language. I'll be the first to admit that English is my rock when it comes to school. It is easily my favorite (other than band of course) and easiest class, because I just get it. It's encoded within my DNA to love and understand what goes on in an English class. But this class is unlike any other English I have experienced before. It is...mind blowing. And by this I mean crazy hard. Yes, I much prefer the class to anything mathematical (as I'm sure that's just a shocker to those of you who know me. Gasp, right?), but still, I find myself having to hold my head together so that it doesn't explode with the intake of what my teacher is throwing at me. I'm sure that I'm being a touch over dramatic as I tend to often be in demanding situations. Still, it is unlike anything I have ever experienced. Although I must say that my teacher is phenomenal. So much so that I often find myself ashamed that I am not as worldly as she. I guess I could use the excuse of being a teenager, but even a teenager has the power to pick up a copy of Animal Farm and understand it (something that I have yet to do but hopefully will in the next year). I welcome the challenge though (or as much as I can without going completely insane) and hope to GOD that AP truly doesn't stand for Awfully Painful.







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Oh...My...God!!!!!!!!!

There are no other words to express how completely breathtaking this dress is. Earlier today I was iming Kaitlin. She was going insane parusing prom dresses on the internet, and sharing them with me might I add. But I was all too happy to oblige because if there is one thing that I love to do, it's looking at prom dresses. Dreaming, deciding, wondering, and fantasizing about prom dresses. They are beautiful (well, most of them are anyway. I won't get into the uglier ones because that would just ruin the whole point of this post) and, even though they will only be worn once, totally worth the money. For one night, one special wonderful beautiful night, we high school girls get to feel like princesses. That is how I imagine prom to be anyway, and I must say that if this is not how it turns out then I shall be sorely dissapointed. But anyway, the dress to your left is my absolute DREAM DRESS! I think that if i wer able to obtain this dress and wear it to my very first prom, then I would be the most ecstatic human being ever to grace the earth. Unfortunately for me, it is 150 pounds, which roughly translated is about 220 dollars. I'm thinking my parents would rather have to pay for a dress somewhere in the 60 dollar range, and I would never ask them to buy this for me, especially since it is British. The point is, it is the lovliest dress I have ever laid eyes on (props to Kaitlin for going on a prom dress search rampage and providing me with this loverly dream!). Well, perhaps I can still hold out hope. Maybe my parents will have a severe lack of judgement and buy it for me!


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So I Almost Died Today...yeah...

Don't be too alarmed by the title here folks. It really isn't as dramatic as I've made it out to be, though I must admit at the time it happened I really did feel like I was dying. My life didn't flash before my eyes though...so perhaps deep down I knew I was safe. You're all probably wonder what in God's name I'm ranting about. Well, today is Friday as many of you aware, and completely competent people know. And if you are any kind of high school band or football fan, you know that Friday's mean one thing: football game. So, being a band member, I was all hyped up to go and commence in the merry making (yes, merry making. Shut up) of our first away game. For those of you who don't know, the pep band lives for away games. They are the intermission to our constant stretch of sweaty practices and imperfect home game performances. There is no pressure to win, or any constant fear that we may trip and fall in front of hundreds of people and, most importantly, a select few judges. Well, I think you get the gist of it. (And if you don't then I'm sorry to have to be the one to break the news to you that you are just plain thick). Anyway, I was on my way to the school to board a bus with all of my friends when BAM! it hits me. No, it really hits me. Like, a car hits me. Right in the rear as I'm slowing down to stop, sending me careening into the car in front of me. It was, quite possibly, the most terrifying experience to date in my life. I'm still in shock and it happened close to four hours ago. What really got me was the little girl in the car in front of me. She stumbled out of the car, her nose wet and tears in her eyes, screaming like there was no tomorrow. I suppose, to a four year old, it would seem that way. Well if any of you know me at all you could probably guess that this sent me into a rampage of tears and guilt and a waterfall of more tears. The guy who hit me from behind was distant for the most part, and outraged when the state trooper handed him a citation. I'm fairly sure we will be getting a subpoena any day now. The only injury I seem to have is a slight swelling in my knuckle, but that could be from anything really. The real beaten and bloody victim is my car. My poor, poor, dear, sweet car. It puts up with a lot as old as it is and now it has battle wounds on the front and back bumper. I suppose I can be thankful that my beastly Chevy is made from solid steel. I was so shaken up that I cheated on my diet (this is my excuse for it anyway. A girl in my state needs her ice cream) and some very delectable cinnamon bun ice cream (A flavor that comes in second only to the heaven that is blueberry muffin batter ice cream). I suppose I'm alright now, though if you asked me to hold out my hand it might shake like a wet dog. Don't fret though I'm not having a siezure...well...maybe a mild one. Anyway, I regret not being able to get to the game. I can imagine all my friends there laughing and playing crazy bomp while I'm stuck here mulling over my near death experience. Still, I don't believe I could have taken a football game right now. At least I'm still alive right?


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The Dreaded Band Camp...

Well, another year of Band Camp has passed, fortunately enough for me. I'm not really in the mood for wit, so I'm just going to come right and and say it. I'm TIRED!!!!!!! For the past five days I have spend between eight and twelve hours marching in the hot sun and playing my brains out (seriously, if you were to go to my school and check in the drama room where the woodwinds have our sectionals, you would see tiny little peices of my severed brain scattered across the floor). Thankfully though, it wasn't nearly as hot as it was last year, where all I could think of when we were outside was how a habanera pepper wrapped inside of the sun was cooler. I realize that may be a bit of an exaggeration on my part, but hey, when you're hot, you're hot. The ending of another band camp also marks the inevitable beginning of the school year, which i must admit that I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ready for. True, thoughts of pre-calculus and chemistry homework is not something that I am looking forward to, but I am just ready for something other than lying around watching mindless television, or marching around in the hot sun (unfortunately I have to do that three days out of the week once school starts anyway, but that's beside the point). The structure will actually be kind of nice, and probably something that I need so that I don't get in the habit of becoming a full time couch potato. Even now as I type this, I have moved my laptop onto my bed so that I can lay down instead of having to actually sit upright in a chair. Pathetic, yes, but mighty comfortable if I do say so myself. I really am trying to wrap myself around the idea of being back at school, and this time being an upper classman. I am excited about being a junior, but it has been a hard concept for me to grasp. I never really imagined myself ever getting this far or this old, which is a little silly because I knew that I would, but it all just seems a tad surreal. I am thoroughly excited though, and I hope to God that I can keep up with all these crazy classes that I'm taking. Oh well. AP English Language, here I come!

And So It Begins

Today was the second and final day of Pre Band camp. Which is a two day "review" of marching basics before the ACTUAL serious torture begins. All went fairly well, I believe. The music is crazily AMAZING! (Most years it is, but this year is exceptional). I thought my part was awesome, but it turns out that when everyone plays together, magic happens. Seriously. And I am especially excited about the drum line this year. Last year they had...potential, as Mr. Underwood calls it, but THIS year...incredible. They have far surpassed the talent of last year, and it was crazy good when they played for all of us at the end of practice today. If any of you keep up with my posts, then you will know that this year's theme for our marching show is War and Peace (no, not the incredibly long and tedious book, the actual concepts of war and peace). My favorite show has always been Egypt, but I am hoping this show can rival it. I don't think I have ever been this excited about a show before, and I am waiting on pins and needles for out first competition to arrive. Unfortunately, I have to go through all of the tedious beforehand crap like band camp and after school practices. Not that that stuff can't be fun, it can. Or rather, I suppose the word is Joy (WITH A CAPITAL J!!!!!!!!!), it's just a little...long...and hot. But, we all have to get through the hard work before we can get to the satisfaction. Unfortunately it doesn't work that way. But anyway, all that working out and stuff will be good for me since I didn't do it all this summer, even though I probably should have. I'm just so excited about the first competition and I hope to God that we win!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Another Good Read

I could talk about books for close to a century or two. It's probably not healthy, or anywhere near natural, but I just cannot seem to stay away from them. Not that I would want to. On Tuesday, a few hours after I failed my driver's test for my licence, my Dad bought me my very own copy of Breaking Dawn to console me. I almost had to restrain myself so that I could go to sleep at a decent hour Tuesday night. Grudgingly, I closed my book around 1 o'clock so that I could catch at least 7 and 1/2 hours of sleep. I had to be fresh for the woodwind sectional the next morning at 9 a.m. (Sixteen clarinets squawking in my ear was freaking enjoyable so early in the morning). Anyway, as soon as I got home, I went right back to reading...and reading...and reading. I read for the longest time, almost all day long. I almost didn't even want to eat dinner because that would have meant leaving the story. Luckily, I finished in only two days. Honestly, I was a little apprehensive about reading the fourth book. There have been insanely bad reviews about the newest addition, and I hadn't spoken to one person who enjoyed the book other than Kaitlin who had not finished it yet. I really cannot see why people hate it so much. I loved it! True, many many MANY things happened that I did not expect, but isn't that what makes a great book AND a great author? What's the point of writing something that everyone thinks will happen? Isn't it the authors job to make sure that people are surprised? Personally, I thought many of her twists were genius, and I thoroughly enjoyed them all. People are just insane, I guess. Are Kaitlin and I the only Twilight readers with any sense?

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