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I MADE IPFW TRI-STATE BAND!

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“Good luck, man.” – Jacky

So I’m pretty much.. kicking ass on my solo.  I think I’ve decided to join church orchestra after the ISSMA contest.  Probably Jan 28th.  If I go onto state.. which I had better… then I suppose I’ll be alright.  The church concert was pretty cool.  The ONLY flute.  One.  One flute.  (who really plays the piccolo through most of it) was only… slightly…SLIGHTLY intimidating.  Well… on the piccolo anyway.  Course my piccolo just simply sucks.  I mean the pads are turning green… every single key sticks… the headjoint falls out if you turn it upside down… and the pinky key is so permanently corroded that you can barely push it down.  It was… only a tad better than that when I first bought it.  OH well what can you except for a 100 bucks.  At least it’s pretty looking!  … from far away.  So if they expect me to play piccolo…. ah haaaa… okay!    It’ll be FUN!  -_-  Ahem.  Anyway.  I’m sick.  Yay.  So tomorrow I’m going to leave school early for a doc appointment.  Or sometime this week.  And I also have to hopefully meet with Wadkins for help with me solo.  I don’t.. really know what he’s going to do… but I don’t take lessons soooo… yep might as well meet with him.  I really should get working on that psychoanalysis essay due… Thursday?  Yeeeah… and… wait… when is the 16th?  … Well, the 14th is Wednesday… so that’s… Friday? … well that’s odd.  Now I’m confused.  … Well, anyway… This WEEKEND is going to be fun.    Brit and I are having a giant girl’s day out!  Hehe.  Can’t wait to see ”Memoirs of a Geisha”… she read the book, too.  We’ll see that… and “King Kong” hehe.  And eat something between them.  And then to her house after the movies to play pool.  Maybe I’ll spend the night or something.  That’ll most likely be Saturday.  Course… we might have to meet up with someone who can drive after one of the movies so we.. lol.. have a ride to her house… yeeeah.  Hm.  … yay walking!  Good excercise….  Okay goodbye.

“Yeah… I answered about 4 questions.” - Greg about the math test today.  yeeah… back atcha.  I…. ha… I don’t think I have ever done that badly on a math test in my life.  I was about to cry/laugh in frustration and self-pity.   

YAY hw.  Writing a sociology paper.  Not so bad.  I had to watch “Jay Jay the Jet Plane” and “Rugrats” to write a paper about childrens’ television shows and their effect on socialization.  Hehe I used to watch “Rugrats” all the time.  Aaand I read some of Wicked… practiced for about 10 minutes heh.  Been playing a LOT of sims 2.  I really want the expansion packs.  I think there are… th.rr.eee now?  Maybe.  Skipped the game yesterday.  … yeah I don’t care.  Brit didn’t go either.  Wonder if Nathan ever did.  Going to a church concert tonight.  You know.. I’d like it if there weren’t any singing.  Or is it “wasn’t any singing”… oh whatever.  I might play in the orchestra thingy there.  I’ll have to see how it is.  If it doesn’t seem to be to eh.. challenging in the least, then forget it.  I had a dream about backup-band last night.  Kinda odd.  It was in New York.  Aaaand I had this solo.  I couldn’t find my flute.  So Mr. Vey made me one out of a bamboo stick.  … lol.  And I played it!  And everyone loved it, so I went to Broadway with an act and performed for Donald Trump.  …. I… lol… just don’t know.  Sometimes my dreams are em.  Very odd.  And I had this other dream.  My dad was in it.  I was running away from a killer and I had to knock on my dad’s door in order to get away from the killer dude.  Very adventurous.  Just because I was running for my life, doesn’t mean the dream wasn’t pretty darn exciting.    Well, I’m going to finish my paper now.     

“Where were those 8 inches you promised me last night?……..” – hahahaha a lady on the news to her fellow anchorman.  oh man.  talking about snow.. snow yeah.  I think she realized what she said.

Yay for today.  Finally got my music back.  Hope Jacky can play it.  Been reading over “The Masque of the Red Death”… I love that little story.  I’ve analyzed it to death, so now I’ve moved onto math hw.  Gots a test coming up on Friday… not so bad.  One page of notes.  Whooohooo.  Hm.  Game this weekend.  Which means no movie… unless of course I go during the day.  Hmmmmmm… oh shoot.  I have two B+’s bringing down my two A+’s and three A’s.  lol, maybe I should actually not sleep in class.  Etymology and Sociology.  Yeeah… I never read nor study for etymology.  I really should.  I mean… the main point of taking it is for the SAT and ACT.  Won’t help much if I slack off.  Sociology… that’s my sleeping period.  Course so is french… and math… 

My speech problems today:

Amy: What’s up?
Me: Oh I’m alright, you?
Alex: Nooo she asked what’s up.
Me: OH oops.  Er yeah I’m okay.  ER I mean I’m eeh.. I’m fi–
Alex: Just… nothing is up.
Me: I’m er… I’m… I’m walking.
Alex: Haha, you just give up and say you’re walking…

“I’m tireder more.  Er wow.  I mean I’m tireder.  er damnit.  I’m tired!” – me to Brit… lol, after waking up from my nap in math.  yeeeah I really was tired… 

my.. head… hurts.    and my hands hurt.  -_-  you know, my piccolo and I have a love/hate relationship.   still fun to play.  I’m attempting to get the high C out.  I … have it… just I get it about 60% of the time.  And I can’t play it along with other notes.  I’ve got… from low G up to high B above the staff.  I can’t get the lower notes… I suppose you should be able to play down to… low D? ha… haaaaa… yeah no thanks.  my jaw hurts enough with the flute.  I can hear air!  yaaay.  …. anyway.    I want to play an octave higher at the end where I play my whittle piccolo.  my piccolo doesn’t have a name.  I should name it.  … Moulin!  and it’s red.  …. get it?  Moulin… red piccolo.  …. yeah okay.  So its name is Mill.  Could be windmill.  Cause it’s a wind instrument… eh?  eeeh?  …. Ahem.  So tri-state tryouts were today.  I… eeh… screwed up… a lot!  -_-  Siiiigh why do I have to get so nervous.  When I’m nervous, I rush.  Then it just sounds like a blob mess of notes.  Oh well, first time trying out for that.  Besides my musical update, talked to Zeb today.  Haven’t talked to him in a considerably long time.  He doesn’t seem as… how shall I put this…  vacant as before.  In fact, quite the contrary.  That is good.  And the Haffner brothers forgot my MUSIC again!   hmph.  Logy had better bring it tomorrow.. I even called him to remind him to bring it.  Aaaand he thought Nathan had it.  *sigh* such jets of fluid for cleaning one’s body part.  Oh wait… I said no more music talk…. Eeeeh… WELL I have a math test coming up on Friday.  And a … oh shit.. ha.  A 50-word etymology test tomorrow consisting of words I haven’t even looked at yet.  I think I’m going to take a very long shower.  Yes.

Trevor: Why would you want to read a book about a pedophile?
Me: Oh!  I actually know of a good book about a pedophile.  It’s called–
Anonymous: Brandon’s biography?

You know I’ve realized something.  Most of my poetry is depressing.  I should change that…

“I do not suffer from insanity. I enjoy it.” – Secret_Siren_of_the_Night

Isn’t this a cute little poem?

“Yes!”

My joy is overflowing,
you got down on your knee
and have professed forever
your special love for me.
There was no hesitation,
the moment I said “yes,”
and gave life to the feelings
I’m longing to express.
I give myself completely,
my heart belongs to you;
I’m counting every moment
until we say “I do.”
You are the perfect person
to compliment my life;
there’ll be no brighter day than
when I become your wife.

-Alda Monteschio

Let’s see… this weekend I have to practice, practice, practice.  I think I’ve finally decided on what I’m using for tri-state tryouts.  For the technical part, I’ll use Orpheus… for the lyrical part, my solo (Concertino).  I’m thinking… D to G in Orpheus and A to the end of the first page (almost to D) in Concertino.  I wonder if that’ll be too long/too short.  Is it two or three minutes of playing?  Hmmm… I’ll just not play any of the repeats in Orpheus.  Everyone knows what the can-can sounds like.  And speaking of my solo… hopefully Jacky is now my accompanist.  Nathan is pretty much… yep.. an idiot.  Anyhoo!  I need to start looking up info about higher ed and see what classes I should take if I end up doing that.  Such a pain, though… First, I’ve got to see what I need for psychology at IU.  Then see what IPFW offers… then compare the credits at IPFW to IU and see if IU will accept it… then see what times the classes are at IPFW to see what I can fit between orchestra and band (I REFUSE to quit… it’ll work), then compare the english/math courses I have to take in college to Homestead in order to see what college courses can be credited for high school courses, too… and once all that is planned… I have to compare those class times to Brit’s higher ed class times (if she really does end up doing it) and see if I can catch a ride with her.  But then I’ll have to miss my classes whenever she does if she’s my only source of transportation… if her classes even somewhat match up with mine.  So I’ll need a backup plan of somesort with someone else and compare classes again.. IF any of the classes I need to take will even fit between orchestra and band.  *whew* a lot of “if” ‘s.  Anyway… if I don’t end up doing higher ed… I’ll still stick with band, orch, honors physics, ap psych, pre-calc (if that’s the math I need in college), guitar/music theory, ap comp (if I make it)… and some other kind of english class.  See… I’d much rather take a college psych. course instead of AP psych… and a college english course (that’ll be accepted as high school credit, too) instead of AP comp and whatever else…. cause then I know I have the college credit.  I think I explained that alright.  Well, anyhoo… going to eh… hm.  Read Wicked by Gregory Maguire.  It’s an okay book.  I may have mentioned it before.. reading it for etymology/free time.  It’s the Wicked Witch of the West’s side of the story of “Wizard of Oz”.  Thus far, Galinda is a prissy, wealthy idiot and Elphaba is a witty, laid-back pauper.  Welpers, bye bye.