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I think everyone is looking forward to the best day they've had all break today. I know I am!! I'm going to Brittany's in a while to set up DDR and hang out all day...and all night!! I cannot wait for this party!!For anyone who gets this in a timely manner, State Finals are on PBS. Right now they're showing Class D. They're already to first place.I hope everybody has fun at whatever party/place they end up at!Happy New Year!!

It's after 4 am

I should be tired by now.But I'm not.I think I'll go to bed anyway.Besides, I'll be up all night tomorrow...well technically tonight : ).Goodnight!(And my mood is because of that very nice e-mail I recently received : )

Home! *Yay*

Home from Illinois! Nothing against my cousins, but I just like the internet and phone too much to sacrifice it for even a couple days. As most of you noticed : ). Oh my goodness. The car ride was complete and total HELL. Two hours of shitty, shitty, horrible music compliments of Susan (who came with us to Illinois...honestly), who I'm pretty sure thinks she is black. SHE IS NOT. Then her and my dad got all revolting and romantic-like sometimes...NOOOO. My brother had long since stolen my cd player, so I couldn't even escape the awfulness and the music. I did have my Lord of the Rings (Fellowship) book, but when your dad and Susan think it's funny that you're miserable and are blasting the awful music, you can't really concentrate on the confusosity of that book. Confusosity is a cool word. I read it in the Angus books. So yeah, my dad gets out of the car to take Susan's bags inside her house, and I turn to my brother, and I go, "That was the WORST fucking car ride EVER." He just nodded at me angrily. Once we got home, my dad tried to drag my brother to Susan's house. So I had to talk to my dad and tell him flat out that he is forcing Susan on us, and that my brother can't take it, especially right now. So I finally brought him to his senses and saved my brother. My dad just does not understand how shitty this really is. SHE'S NOT MY FUCKING MOM, OKAY??Otherwise, I've been having fun playing DDR on my spraind ankle. I still limp, but DDR really does not hurt that bad. Maybe I'm just convincing myself of that, I don't know. But at any rate, I WILL play tomorrow at the party, no matter how much it hurts. I am SO looking forward to this party!! It's probably the most exciting thing I'll do all break; and I have had enough "family time" to last me for more months than I care to count. Been ignoring homework all break. Fun stuff. I probably won't do it until this weekend. After my sax quartet. And lesson. Maybe I should practice...eh, I should do a lot of things. Well, I'm off for now. Andrew and I hate life. It is overrated. And it really kinda sucks. Well, right now at least. We're both in pretty much the same boat. Almost. Sort of. Okay, I'm done. Bye!!

Why

Why do my emotions get thrown around so much?Why do kind words hurt more than angry ones?Why do bittersweet feelings hurt more than anything?Why do I care so much?Why do my tears fall so freely, but my words get caught in my throat?Why does jealousy take me over so often, when I know it destroys so much?All this time that I felt like this won't endWas for youAnd I taste what I could never haveIt's from youAll those times that I tried My intentionsFull of prideAnd I waste more time than anyone{Outside - Staind}I don't mean to be meanBut that's all I can beIs just me{The Way I Am - Eminem}I'm sorry. To anyone and everyone. Just sorry.

In Illinois

Hey everyone, I'm having a pretty good time here in Illinois (woo), but we constantly run out of things to do. Well, when we were going out to the garage (when I got dragged to church yesterday), I kind of missed the, uh, stair...and twisted my ankle pretty severely. So, my main concern would be the party in two days that I want to play DDR at A LOT...so I better heal by then or all is lost. I'm limping for god's sake! *Sigh*Other than that...going to see Lord of the Rings The Two Towers in about an hour...YAY!! That way no one can go GIVING AWAY the damn movie anymore *glare*. So I'm looking forward to that...and I will talk to you all later. I gotta go shopping once I get home tomorrow...ugh. Well, later!

Bored, as usual

Why do you all go to bed so early?? This results in me having no one to talk to. I'm pretty sure there's someone still online, but due to a SECRET SCREEN NAME they are succeeding in not talking to me. And I have no one to call anymore because, coincidentally, the person with this secret name has "gone to bed" because they have to "get up early". I refuse to believe you. I bet you are still online. *Sigh* Meanwhile everyone else has put on their nighttime away messages and I am left reading them repeatedly, as though expecting them to change. It really is boring. I'm too tired now to continue playing DDR, which I did until about 1. Then my dad yelled at me and my brother tried to tell me what to do, resulting in anger, threats, and revenge by being on the phone against my dad's and brother's wishes. My brother kept trying to get the computer from me. I told him he shouldn't be up this late anyway. Then he goes, "You're playing DDR anyway." I informed him that inbetween songs I enjoy talking to people. He is too stupid to know that I was not actually talking to anyone. So, in the fight for the computer, I won. Hehe, I always win. They are asleep now, and, as I've already pointed out, am very bored. I think I'll go edit my profile.Oh my gosh. I just made up the stupidest quote ever. Actually, it almost sounds like one of those Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy on SNL. Here it is: "If you see a cat and the cat is on fire and then that fire spreads to a nearby car and the car bursts into flames, and you're the only person around, I think you should run, because someone might think you're responsible for the cat being on fire."Jebus I'm bored. Okay, found the real Deep Thoughts. Here are some of the ones that make me laugh out loud.Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it's head with a note that says "You." After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad.It's true that every time you hear a bell, an angel gets its wings. But what they don't tell you is that every time you hear a mouse trap snap, and Angel gets set on fire.I guess I kinda lost control, because in the middle of the play I ran up and lit the evil puppet villain on fire. No, I didn't. Just kidding. I just said that to help illustrate one of the human emotions, which is freaking out. Another emotion is greed, as when you kill someone for money, or something like that. Another emotion is generosity, as when you pay someone double what he paid for his stupid puppet.I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on. Okay, I am done. Maybe I've amused someone else. Well, I'm pretty tired now. I guess I'll go off to bed. Night!

Don't You Know I'm All That and a Bucket of Wings

Then it is settled. Relationships are overrated. Then why do I want one so bad?

*Sigh*

Wow, you all wrote a lot while I was gone. And I was only gone for a day. Michigan sucks. Family sucks. Again, I have to say, I don't really HATE many things or people, but I truly HATE my brother. I can't even beat him for the stupid, dumbass, aggravating things he does. And my dad and my brother both snore. Now, given, I am usually up until 2 am anyway, but not because I have to be. Not because I feel more insane than usual because of constant snores. Worst night ever.Off to Illinois in the morning. But, there is a computer and fun family (cousins) there. So it will be better. Oh yes, and instead of a 5 hour drive, it is 2. Man it is sounding good. Got to play with my new, hard, metal DDR mats tonight. They are awesome. Anyone going to Brittany's New Year's can look forward to trying them out. They are basically indestructible (though they don't seem like it).That about sums up my day. Driving and DDR. I hope you are all having a more exciting time than me. Well, I'm off to continue my thrilling day. Talk to you all later.

The U...

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Yay for Okay Days

Okay okay, you all know you want to hear me say it...MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!AKA Happy Materialism Day. But we're not going to go there. Overall, pretty good day. Mom and brother got me up around 8, I opened stuff and found myself back in bed by 9. It was fun. Then got woken up again and laid around for a while looking at my new and rather needless possessions. But I like them! Most of them are pretty. Or fuzzy. Or of entertaining value. Like The Emporer's New Groove. Yay!! And clothes. I like clothes. Now this was all at my mom's house. Oh yes, and Christmas Eve shopping rocks. All the crazy people are out. And it started snowing! I hate snow. But it's the thought that counts. Okay, I hate snow for its coldness. I like it for its decorativeness. ...yes.Anyway, after a sad goodbye to my mom it was off to my dad's. Air hockey table. Well, okay. I'm not complaining but...okay. DDR mats still not here. Oh well, they better make it by New Year's. Other presents included much desired DVD's, letter jacket and championship ring. Not a bad year, I'd say. And I got cool stuff from friends beforehand...now I have to go buy stuff for them before New Year's. But that's okay, everything will be on sale starting tomorrow.Overall, pretty good day. Now, tomorrow I'm off to Michigan (family), day after coming home, day after going to Illinois (Aunt/Uncle/Cousins), day after coming back, and then I'm free until school starts again. It's going to be an amusing few days. And hey, will someone please call me about a movie or something? There is literally nothing to do around here, especially without a car. So please, someone, save me!Well, a Merry Christmas nonetheless, I hope you all enjoy yourselves, I have to go back to pretending to enjoy family time. Bye bye!!

Oh, Lovely Horrible Day

Despite the fact that I got up at 3:30 in the freaking afternoon, it has been a long day. I have discovered many things about myself...and learned nothing. I am very sick of happy couples...they piss me off so much. Why? Because I haven't been in a "happy couple" for a few years now. And that, my friends, is indeed a depressing thought. Not to mention I have had my heart broken now so many times by such a small amount of people that rejection just might be my greatest fear...which is why I try not to put myself on the line much anymore. You would think by now I would have heard enough hurtful words to be able to take anything...but you'd be wrong. The same words from a different mouth can hurt equally...I fear that too. I'm sorry, do I sound like I'm complaining? Good, because I am. And another thing, here is something I have learned that you all should take to heart: I was unhappy in a relationship. *gasp* I know I know, you sit by and think you want a thing for so long that once you have it, you realize just how much you really didn't want it at all (did that make sense?). Anyway, I'm sitting here, unhappy in this relationship, and I see two options: One was trying to fix it. So I asked myself, "Is this worth fixing?" Finding the answer to be no, I went to option two, ending it. Well, in the actual pursuing of option two, trying to fix things sort of came up, but we both decided in the end that breaking up was best. And guess what? I was happier from that point! Now I'm not even sure if writing that was more to my benefit or yours, but do with it what you will. But the point is I was better off.I guess I have learned something about myself. I really don't like living my life. Don't tell me that's cynical-it's true. It's completely and totally true. Not only is my life boring as hell (maybe that's just break, I don't know), but I find myself day by day looking for what I truly want, and finding that I just can't have it. I figure God is probably trying to get back at me for all the sins. I have learned one other thing, which only one person who may or may not read this can take seriously and understand. I have come to realize that I just want things the way they were. Like in the summer...but I can't even have that anymore. Well, I'm going to go now. Not to bed, but to do something of entertaining value until maybe I fall asleep. Goodbye...

Lalala

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BORED

I missed a day of writing. Wow. Go me. Today has been boring, but what can you expect, it is both Sunday and Christmas break. Not that I'm complaining about break! You know what? I stayed home last Monday, and this is pretty much exactly how I felt. This is an improvement and a disimprovement in many ways. I can almost taste food and smell things again, but I feel pretty lightheaded (in a bad way).Short entry for now, too lazy to write much, nothing to write. Until something interesting happens in my life (besides plots to beat the hell out of the people upstairs-or blast them away with amps), I'm gone...3 days until Christmas.

*Bows Head*

I would like to give my regrets and best wishes to the Forsythes, who one year ago yesterday lost their mother, Tomi Forsythe. May she forever rest in peace.

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Loooong Days

Definitely woke up on the bed in here about a half hour ago. Oops. Missed first hour today, and most of second. Went to the doctor, figuring antibiotics would help. JUST KIDDING. So for now, I am just going to kill myself tomorrow by going to school before having two weeks off. Woo. Went to ballet tonight (against my wishes). It was okay. My mind kept wandering though. Geometry quiz tomorrow and gotta get caught up in biology and jazz band. Other than that, I'm back to hating my life, hating certain people who make my life a living hell, hating being sick, and hating terrorists. 1 day left...until Christmas break....1 day.6 days until Christmas. (and no shopping done yet)

Why??

Why does it seem that certain people only exist to make my life HELL???? Don't you ever have a nice word to say to me anymore? You used to...but it's all changed now. You've turned friendship into hatred that you may never become aware of. Are you happy now? And have you ever thought that when I say I hate you, I might just mean it?

*Phew*

Dreaded concert over. I am so relieved! Things went wrong, but nothing extreme. Had major cold and fever problems though...I got through it without too much trouble.Boy, has today been wonderful {sarcasm}. I can't count the number of times I wanted to die for oh so many reasons. Not just school, not just band, people too. Two more days, I just gotta keep going for two more days...Memories video was okay. I don't think it was as good as last year's, but maybe it's just that I liked last year better in general. The point is, I was seen as Batman, and the saxes played our polka, and that's all that matters (besides Harloff's fall up the bleachers and Webb swatting at Leon). I liked how some people did things like other people last year, but at the same time, some of it was like, no, you can't do that, that wasn't you. *Shrug* It's all good, I can't change anything about it now.I hope Krummy gets better soon! I heart you!! Starting BioDiscos tomorrow, mine's on Benny Carter, so it'll be easy. We have two days in the library to write an outline. I just hope I don't goof off too much and get nothing done. Well, I'm off. I have drama and homework to deal with. Later.Dreaded concert over.2 days until Christmas Break.7 days until Christmas.

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

I am sooooo sick. And not getting better. I have ensemble practice tonight. I will probably go. And bring my sax home to attempt practicing (yes Burnsy, you actually guilted me into something...you're one of the few people capable of such a feat). I am going to the doctor afterwards. I have so much homework...you would think I would get started on it. You'd be wrong. Big bio test tomorrow...gonna fail. Didn't take enough notes, don't understand shit, so I'm just gonna fail. Otherwise, Geometry test was easier than crap, got called out in Jazz Band for being too loud, took English quiz and got caught up there. I need to do a study guide tonight. Test tomorrow. Why are all the tests suddenly on Wednesday??I will probably get in trouble for this later, but some people need to learn that the Drumline are not actually Gods. Sometimes there are more important things. Oh but that is not all I have to complain about. How about Webb calling me out during WE today?? ...At least it was to take the blame for my crappy test scores. Then everyone went through the A Major scale...only like 15 people got sent out (me among them), which is BS because 3 trumpets and a trombone were the only brass players. DAMN YOU BRASS CHEATERS!! *shakes fist* *bursts into coughing fit* Not to mention perfect little Brittany Wilkerson fucked up her scale but got to stay anyway. WHAT THE HELL?? I hate it when Webb has favorites!!But it's all good because Chris and I were amused in the "scale room". Goofing off is so much fun. If that hadn't been fun, I might have been angry about getting kicked out. Mr. Burns wouldn't let me get my sax out though : (. I'm pretty sure the whole WE who's not in Jazz Band must think I really suck, and doubts that I'm any better at my sax. I am guys, I really am!! Then I came home and accidentally fell asleep (this always happens to me on Tuesdays), but luckily woke up around 4. Been online ever since, coughing and hurting and being cold. Why is it every time I think I'm close to happiness, something horrible comes and kicks me in the face with an iron boot? I am tired of this...when do I get to be happy?1 day until dreaded concert.3 days until Christmas Break. 8 days until Christmas.

Where Is Everybody?

Okay, now that it's about 4 and I am bored, it's about time people started getting online. Come on, you know you missed me!! No? Fine, I'll just go kill myself. 2 days until dreaded concert.4 days until Christmas Break.9 days until Christmas.

Haha

I'm the O:-)Which smiley are you?Well hey, good news, I'm feeling better already. Right now is Wind Ensemble hour; I'll take a shot in the dark here and say that they are doing just fine w/o me. Let's see, it's about 1:50...bet you're all still doing warm-ups : (. But yeah, I just took a shower, and I didn't even come close to falling down once! I need some food though. Oh oh! I want waffles. Be back. 3:00 now, Wind Ensemble's over, Sax Ensemble is going. We haven't had perfect attendance yet, and today is no exception. I'm feeling better all the time though, and it's safe to say I'll almost definitely be at school tomorrow. People should be getting online around now, right? Come on, I'm bored! Well I'm gonna quit writing, I'm sure you're all pretty annoyed with all my stupid quizzes and entries already. Later!

I'm so bored

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Sick : (

Yup, I'm still home. Let's see, right now it is 2nd hour, Jazz Band. I would much rather be there and healthier than here and sick. I am missing a ton of quizzes/tests and stuff today that I'll have to make up, not fun. But on the bright side I've only got 4 days of school left until break and I can watch The Price is Right in a couple of hours. My mom just came in here and kicked me offline-I'm pretty sure she was reading my convos that I was too lazy to close out of, but she closed them, which made me mad, but I'm really too weak to yell at her or anything. Dammit! Well, her coming in here woke me up anyway, around 9:15, so here I am again. Well, I can't really see straight, so I'm going to go lay down.DAMMIT!!! It's 12:20, and I slept through The Price is Right!! That makes this whole being sick completely and totally crappy!! I am sooo pissed!!!! Now it's lunchtime for me. Sorry to Sara, who is either sitting with freshmen right now or took my idea when she was gone and is sitting with Juli and them. Lunch is only 5 more minutes, then back to Geometry, where there is a quiz I am missing. Jess, you'll tell me whether it was hard, right? I really dislike this. I am the only one home right now, which means I can't go sending anyone to get me medicine. The only thing I've taken is ibuprofen. Sure it helps, but it's not a sinus reliever or anything. My mother is the pill master (besides maybe Kristy)- why wouldn't she have a good variety so I wouldn't feel like dying??Well since I've already been working on this one for a while, I think I'll post and go looking for quizzes or something. Woo. Later.

Sunday

Pretty eventless. Slept until 2:00 this afternoon. That is a lot of sleep. Went over to a friend's house, burned things, listened to music, had fun. Came home, got online, talked to people, watched tv, got very angry at football for canceling Fox Primetime, then Simpsons came on, and all was well. Getting quite sick again. Suspected fever, flushed face, constant headache. At least I'm not coughing *knocks on wood*. Internet kicked me off, when I got back everyone was gone. Very sad. Made someone mad, attempted apology, don't think it worked. I'm sorry again, if you read this. Since this is so mindless, I go now. Homework time.3 days until dreaded concert.5 days until Christmas break. 10 days until Christmas.

When I Look Into Your Eyes

When I Look Into Your EyesWhen I look into your eyes…I see not fear or hateDepression or sadnessI forget who I am and who I ever wasI forget all the pain that I've had and people I've hurtAnd all that matters is this momentWhen I look into your eyes…I see not my past or presentI see my futureI see youAnd in this moment, I am happyWhen I look into your eyes…I see happinessI see lifeI see beginningI see a moment in time, when I can dream, live, and be all that I amI see not restraintI see not doubtI see only your soulWhat do you see when you look into mine?

Wow...I had a good day for once

I am still in amazement reflecting upon how good my day was. Bloomington Jazz Festival!! WOO! I didn't go to Steak N Shake in the morning, but eh. Got Burger King on the way to the school, so that was good. Hmm, I want ice cream. Be right back. Mmm, Ben and Jerry's ice cream. Okay, anyway. So I got to school and pretty soon we loaded the bus and we were off. It was a fun ride there. I think we were all a little nervous about the task at hand, and some were still quite tired. I listened to some of Nathan (Tubby)'s songs and had a good laugh. All too soon we arrived, unloaded, and were getting ready. To make a long performance short, I did pretty good on my solo, missed a few notes here and there, not dwelling on Sweet Gorgeous Brown break, and we were off to the clinic. The guy talked a little, proved Burns right, and we went to Olive Garden.This was a more than amusing ordeal. After thousands of breadsticks and fights over salad, grumbling about being thirsty, and many shouts of "Yummy", the real food came. I quickly lost my appetite the more Nathan talked about sexually abusing Japanese beetles, but it was good anyway. It was a most amusing lunch, with scarring conversations from Nathan, Chris, and even Krummy. Then we got the staff to sing Mr. Burns Happy Birthday. And there was much rejoicing *yay*. (To all those who don't know, it is not, in fact, Burns's birthday) After much wasted Chocolate Lasagna (damn all those breadsticks), we departed for another clinic. Not much to say there. A clinic is a clinic. Except, she was trying to make us all scat sing around the room, luckily it avoided the Avon kids. It was a relief for most of us, and makes for a great story later. Well, poor Megan Miller had to do it. But that's beside the point. After that, a very long concert. It was enjoyable, but my attention span just does not last that long. After countless attempted escapes by the whole band and an imposter Ben Briggs, Avon left empty-handed, and we wandered stupidly around the parking lot for a while until we found our bus. But none of that fazed us on the way home.Oh, what a fun trip that was. There was much rejoicing and way more singing than necessary (in which Burns asked why we didn't want to scat but would sing our hearts out on the bus), along with those hand games everyone played in third grade and long forgotten songs reborn (Fifty Nifty). Inside jokes were born as well, and we created a strobe light through the ceiling that was enjoyed by all. Well, enjoyed by most. This light was provided by Chris and the flashing light on the top of the bus. He opened the hatch thingy, and voila! All in all, best day I've had in months. I think for Burns's real birthday, we should buy him a manbag. Just a thought. Then Brittany came over and we watched Lilo and Stitch. That is a pretty good movie. Especially when you're in a tremendous mood. Then she insisted on walking home and I got online. Since then I have been listening to music, typing this, and working on a poem I will post here sometime tonight. This is a rare occasion for me to write poetry. Woo! Well, all good things must come to an end, and thus, I end this entry.

Yay for Not Going To Winter Ball!

Today was nothing really, except I can't believe it's Friday already (never though I'd be saying that). And I know it sounds superstitious, but something bad usually does happen to me every Friday the 13th. Today has been pretty normal though. I fear that in this last-almost hour that someone will die or something. Well, I guess you can consider starting my day with an Ebola movie bad luck, but maybe not. And I have successfully avoided Winter Ball this year. Considering nearly all my friends went, I consider this quite an acheivement. Instead I went with Chris and Theresa (meeting up with Andrew and Courtnie at the theater) to see Drumline. Jake Priscal, Zach, and Mike Priscal were there too. It was a good movie- kinda long though. It made me feel very very white. And it was incredibly predictable, but that is to be expected. Jazzfest tomorrow. Contemplating Steak N Shake in the morning. Roads icy, not going. Roads not icy, wondering if sleep is in fact more valuable. I have a feeling this is going to be one of those very last minute decisions that I will make once I wake up in the morning. Woo!Well, I've still got hours before I think about sleep, but I should shower so I don't have to in the morning. I'll be sure to remember to sing to the pitch of my shower and wash my hair and shave to the rhythm of First Suite, in honor of terrorism (Mr. Webb). Later.

Oh yeah

Oh yeah, and Harty was around today during Jazz Band, and it was cool to see him again. It's been a few months...he looks funny with his head shaved : ) lol. He's back at the army by now though, 21:00 hours...but still good to see him, who knows how long it'll be until next time? Oh lord...and the drama continues...heh, sorry. Later

God Awful Musicals

Wow, my day was amusing. After school I went and got my stupid WE dress altered and came home. Not too exciting. Well my brother got home about 20 minutes later. This does not seem exciting either. Well, I went to get on the computer. The internet didn't work, no matter what I did. I restarted the computer, unplugged the cable, turned off the computer, everything I could think of. So I was pissed that it still wasn't working. So I kicked the wall. Harmless violence. So I go downstairs for Mountain Dew, pointlessly kicking things along the way. Now let's get a seemingly pointless detail out of the way- when Susan dropped me off, I left the garage door open. And I had kindly unlocked the front door so my brother wouldn't have to use his key. So after some more kicking things I got my Dew and went back upstairs to play Solitaire for a while. Sometime later (don't know when), I heard some voices I didn't recognize downstairs. I thought it was just my dad with friends or something. All of a sudden, there is a cop up in my computer room. He's like, "Were you home before your brother?" I am, of course, very confused, and turned off the music I was listening to (Istanbul by They Might Be Giants), and was like, "Yeah..." He's like, "Did your brother tell you what's going on?" (Meanwhile he is searching the room) "Uh, no...what's the deal?" "He thought there was someone in the house."OMG. So I go downstairs with the guy to find my mom and brother outside having breakdowns. I had to hold back my laughter. That's right, my brother, despite the fact that I was IN THE COMPUTER ROOM AND HE WALKED RIGHT BY ME, called my mom because he heard crashes (me kicking things), who in turn called the cops over to my house. My brother claims that he was scared that the garage door was open and the front door unlocked, well excuse me for actually doing something nice for you, kid! We thanked the nice cops who hopefully thought my brother insane and I had a good laugh. My brother's stupidity never ceases to amaze me. After that fun time, I fixed the net, finally, went to a lesson that was cut short cause Karl had to go somewhere with his girlfriend (but he didn't make me pay, so it's all good), and then went to {dramatic music} my brother's musical.Now, you all know what these things are like. Two words: God awful. Well, there was one good part. Some members of the Busselli-Wallerab Orchestra played the background music and the in-between parts. Mrs. Wallerab is apparently the music teacher at AIS now. That is such crap. My brother couldn't believe I recognized his teacher's name. That is because he is stupid and very musically challenged. Not to mention my mom was being a spiteful bitch the whole time. The only reason I went was so she wouldn't bitch at me, but she bitched at me anyways, and only during the in-between parts, when the good music was playing. And she wants me to be nice to her?!?!With any luck, I'm seeing Drumline tomorrow. Woo! Well I've rambled on long enough, later.

What Am I?

Definitely one of the lesser known of mythical bests, you are described as having the head and legs of a cock, the body of a serpent, and the wings of a bat (although there are wingless varieties). You were the blame of hundreds of thousands of deaths in the middle ages. Your breath and even gaze was deadly. Hundreds of basilisk hunts were organized to get rid of you. The hunters would carry mirrors so that, if they encountered you, they would have you look in the mirror and destroy yourself! Weasels were also reputed to be able to kill you, as they could resist your deadly gaze. You were a potent symbol of death and in some cultures the embodiment of Death himself. In Christianity, the Basilisk was linked with Satan.What mythical beast best represents you?</center>Your magical style is Magus. What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox What Natural Disaster are you? Take the quiz! I'm a Curious Kitten!Wasn't that fun? Well, I thought so.

*Grr* Stupid Day

As if getting up late and taking a half hour to get to school this morning weren't enough fun, my day got oh so much better throughout...NOT.Well, overall the day wasn't so bad, stayed awake during most of it, it was Wind Ensemble after school that I was dreading. THREE HOURS OF PLAYING THE INSTRUMENT THAT I HATE. I may say I hate a lot of things, but this instrument is on my top ten. Top five. Okay, it's number one. Well the first hour was easy, and boring, in fact I basically fazed the guy out and I think I was asleep with my eyes open...and playing concert F. Oh yes, but the straws were more than entertaining. The second hour was even worse. At least Ryan, Chris and I are easily amused. I have some good Webb quotes- "It's like if there are no signs on the road. If you didn't see signs, you'd just keep driving, and eventually you would go straight into the water. {very dramatically} And drown." And another- "I can see your lips moving but I can't hear your brain thinking." These must be spy techniques for terrorists, which Webb, of course, is. Apart from that we had fun counting down minutes starting at 79, making it a very amusing practice (in which a rapist surveyed the band for a few moments near the end...creepy).After that, the bandroom cleared within .5 seconds, leaving me scrambling for a ride. So I finally made it home around 5, and my dad was already there. I walk in the door and he goes, "Whenever you want to leave, we'll go." *Sigh* Fine, let's go. So off to Avon Sports Apparel to get my letter jacket ordered. This was painless, and I'll have it next week *Dance*. Then it was off to Kohl's *snicker* in hopes of finding a Wind Ensemble/formal "gown". Well this plan failed miserably, of course, so my brother cried and whined like the little shit that he is until we left (complete with dress slacks and shirt for his stupid concert that I am sure I have to go to). So we ran home to eat before leaving again for JCPenny to find a dress. Failed again. LSAyres. Woohoo! So now I have a long, velvet, undoubtedly concert black dress for stupid WE. Eat that! Finally I returned home, where Dan and my brother were watching tv. I said hi, took the dress upstairs and got online. And well, that brings me where I am now.Wow. Online is fun. NOT. Why is drama neverending in my life? No matter what I do, who it is, what it is, UGH! For the last time, everyone, I am not going to Winter Ball, I want to see DRUMLINE on Friday, and MR. WEBB IS A TERRORIST. Okay, now for misc. fun items. Stole this site from Chris, because it amused me far too much for my own good: http://god.youaremyfriend.com/ And now I'm going to post this and put another post up with all my little quiz thingys. Woo!

Day One!

Hey, first day of using LiveJournal!! How exciting, huh? You don't agree? Fine. Well I'm happy, I've been wanting one of these things forever. Thanks again to Colin and his wonderful code!! You shall be added to my friends list once I figure out how to use everything!Sadly enough, this is the most exciting thing that has happened to me all day. Well, I was late to ensemble practice (again) and managed to miss my ride. I felt really bad. Whatever it was that made me decide to go to sleep at 5, damn it! I woke up at 6, registered that it was 6, and went back to sleep, despite the fact that I knew practice started in a half hour. I also managed to sleep through to doorbell ringing multiple times. This is a special talent few possess. So I apologize to Laura again!! And Brittany and Karl too (forgot my music while I was at it) for being late. Oh yes, and then Till, Corey, the one freshman, and whoever else was in that quartet that our time went over into. *Sigh*Well, that's okay, but tomorrow is going to be hectic. Wind Ensemble after school until God knows when (in which I am lucky enough to play the Alto Clarinet, la dee da {sarcasm}), then off to get a letter jacket, then off to buy a WE/Nutcracker concert black gown. Yes, that's right, I have to go and see the Nutcracker, a real ballet. Am I excited? Well, I think not, considering I despise things like that. I hate girly/opera/ballet type crap. Who else's parents make them do things like this against their will? It's cruel I tell you. But I'm done complaining about it, maybe I'll act like I'm having a good time. At least I'm getting a pretty dress for it.Maybe sometime tomorrow after all the craziness I will have to post all those cool quiz things I always take...you know, What Natural Disaster Are You? and What Kind of Kitten Are You? I've got a million of them. And Simpsons quotes when I'm bored and have nothing left to bitch about. Well, I suppose I should get going on homework and such...