Beagle147
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2005 28 July :: 10.36pm
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Stolen from Kristen
Bold the ones that apply to you....Out of 500 how much are you BANDO??
1.When you hear music and start marking time
2.When you can't stand to be out of step with
the person you're walking with
3.When you attempt to figure out the time
signature and (or) tempo of every song you listen to.
4.When you DO figure the time signature
5.When all your friends are in band
6.When you're a master at changing seats on a school bus without being seen
7.When you are seen changing seats on the bus and don't care
8.When you don't mind changing in the practice rooms--even though they have windows
9.When you point out key changes and dynamics while listening to music
10.When every guy/girl you're crushing on is in band
11.When you no longer mind (or when you like) wearing your uniform
12.When you spend more time with your section than you do with your family
13.When you actually like the people in your section
14.When you ACCIDENTALLY start calling your director "dad" and you don't bother to stop and correct yourself
15. When being molested by band members is a normal way of life.
16.When you start healing fast from injuries caused by practicing guard members
17. When "armed guard" means a woman with a flag instead of a guy with a gun
18. When band camp is FUN (This one time, at.........shut the hell up.)
19. When you miss riding the busses
20. When you've figured out every possible way to get comfortable/sleep on a bus (This one is not only from band, but from 6:25 bus pickup)
21.When you finally realize that the school busses are actually more comfortable than the charter buses
23. When your instrument has a name (I forget what it was...Krystle's was Michael)
24. When you remember your instrument's name better than your own (see above)
25. When you can make brown shoes look white (or black look shiny...) (Windex!)
26. When you know how to make your uniform fit (Yay for Mrs. Evan's Mom!)
27. When you can get comfortable in your uniform
28. When you'd rather NOT change out of your uniform after a game/performance (Or at the NY Philharmonic??)
30. When everyone else is mesmerized by the game, and you're wondering "when are we gonna play a cadence?"
31. When you no longer find sight reading to be too big of a challenge
32. When your favorite thing to practice is sight reading
33. When you can sight read while the people in your surroundings are making up their own notes
34. When you can put on your uniform in 2 minutes or less
35. When you can put on your uniform in 2 minutes or less...on a school bus
36. When marching season ends and you start to miss hauling all that pit equipment--AND getting yelled at 'cause it always took too long to get everything out onto the field (Pit rocks my socks)
37. When you could easily write a book entitled "1001 excuses for being late to morning practice" (...We don't have morning practice, but the thought is there.)
38. When you've become so good at being late you no longer need that book
39. When it no longer hurts to be hit upside the head with a flag
40. When you count down the days 'till band camp (Only this year, so I can go back and visit with slushies)
41. When you've learned just as much, or more, about manners and proper conduct from you band director
42. When you are constantly humming your show songs
43. When all you talk about is marching band (This used to be true)
44. When you have a website dedicated to marching band
45. When you have more than 5 shirts with something related to band or your section on it (Wearing my Doors shirt right now)
46. When you find yourself watching taped competitions on TV
47. When you're bored in class, so you mark time and go through the show in your head
48. When your only goal in life is to become a section leader, field captain, or drum major (I was copy wench, and that was as much power as I wanted.)
49. When someone says something that sounds like "atten-hut" or "attention", you become rigid and quiet, snapping to attention
50. When you can easily rattle off 10 reasons why band kicks ass
51. When you talk to your band director online
52. When you know how to play all the instruments in your band
53. When you're at the band room more than your house (At least during marching season)
54. When you call the period of time in which you practice, perform, and compete "The Season" or "Marching Season" (See above)
55. When you write a list like this
56. When you critique other bands' performances at competitions
57. If you're reading this
58. If your best memories are all related to band
59. When you see a broken Popsicle stick and immediately think it's a reed
60. When your boyfriend/girlfriend is in the band
61. When you identify people by what instrument they play (I learn faces to instruments before names)
62. When you refer to people as the instrument they play
63. When your ambition is to date your drum major (Um, Robbie???? Not after he dated Vanessa!)
64. When you've actually dated your drum major
65. When you've dated everyone in the guard and you would do it again
66. When you're dating band people because no one else will date you
67. When your favorite fantasy includes stripping out of a band uniform (That's just weird.)
68. When you want to see Justin Timberlake in a band uniform
69. When you come back to the high school you graduated from to pick up hott band guys
70. When you pick up guys from other bands
71. When suddenly hot kinky band sex doesn't disturb you as much as it should/used to
72. When you play band music from years before
73. When you can actually tolerate listening to music from shows years past
74. When you listen to a college bands CD compulsively
75. When you memorize your music in 15 minutes or less
76. When you play in the pit orchestra of the school play just for the sake of playing music
77. When you've tried to pick up guys in your band uniform
78. When you've worn your uniform to a wedding
79. When you've worn your uniform to a funeral
80. When you think YOURE the cool-looking one at the football game (Green Power Ranger!)
81. When you're only pictures of you show you in your band uniform. (I have band pics all over my room)
82. When you've dated your instrument
83. When you call the bandroom "home"
84. When you've snuck into your schools music room just to get stuff for your instrument (Long story...)
85. When you never have to ask for supplies (I was the librarian!)
86. When people ask you for supplies (See above)
87. When you download MP3s of your show because you love the music so much
88. When you write Midis (or .MUS files) of your show music
89. When you can kick any football players ass
90. When you think YOU have the best seats in the house
91. When you arrive more than two hours ahead of time for football games when you don't even have to (We just never went home)
92. When you join your churches orchestra just to play music because you cant stand not having a musical activity for more than 30 days
93. When you don't remember your boy/girlfriend's birthday but remember everything from the opener of your freshman year
94. When every time you drive by somewhere, you remember a band competition. (Every time I go to Barnes and Noble I think of Calvacade Junior year. ^_^)
95. When people ask about your social life and you respond: "Oh, you mean marching band?"
96. When you remember every fast food place around a competition
97. When people worry when they see you without your instrument
98. When making a line is your biggest accomplishment of the day (Even more true now that I'm a camp counselor...)
99. When you have a neck strap/harness tan line (haha, saxamaphones!)
100. When you don't try to hide the fact that you are in band
101. When you know not only your part, but also everyone else's too
102. When barry sax players actually start to make sense (Never!)
103. When you can make this list longer
104. When you get the jokes on this list
105. When your instrument is worth more than your car
106. When you know "Louie, Louie" and have a personal grudge against him
107. When you can think of more than one reason to stop by the band room on your way to class (It's where my car was! And my books, and my lunch, and my friends)
108. When you believe that the band sings better than the choir
109. When the band does sing better than the choir
110. When upon emptying your pockets you can find either a screwdriver, drum key, water bottle, valve oil, slide grease, cork grease, etc. (All of the above?)
111. When you think parades are "F-U-N!" (Jump on the bridge!)
112. When you can get anywhere in 12 steps or less
113. When you start to mark time to church hymns
114. When your only friends are in band
115. When you make up cadences in church that sound good in your head, but would sound like crap on paper
116. When you value your instrument more than your classic 70 chevelle
117. When you treat your instrument better than your little sister
118. When your family understands musical terminology
119. When every email you get is band related or from someone in band
120. When you've traded email addresses with everyone in band, twice
121. When your address book is made up of people from band
122. When you dream about doing basics and relish those early morning practices of marching back and forth
123. When you actually laugh at your conductor's jokes (Corny old man humor)
124. When you write an email about being a band nerd and it gets so big AOL won't let you send it
125. When you carry valve oil and your instrument doesn't even have valves
126. When you complain because the music isn't difficult enough for you
127. When you listen to a soloist on a c.d. and complain because they are out of tune, don't have a good sound, or can't keep a steady tempo (I do that ALL THE TIME!)
128. When you can recognize key changes on the radio in the middle of a song (again, all the time)
129. When you can do that with time changes also
130. When you begin to recognize when your band director is being sarcastic and when he's not
131.When tone quality has meaning to you.
132. When you actually try to understand/do everything on this list so you can be a bigger band nerd.
133. When it becomes a competition in the band.
134.When some one asks you a question you have the urge to "yes mam" or "yes sir"
135. When band practice is called off you and your section go to Beef 'o bradys
136.When you know your top competitors in your area by name and grade.
137. Your still singing your first solo and ensemble piece from 6th grade.
138. When this list reaches you more than 3 times in one day.
139. The oboe player in your band can actually play in tune (One of them, at least)
140. You have dreams about marching band
141. You stay in the stands at 3rd quarter just to be with your instrument
142. You have contest music on you cell phone ringer
143. You have a musical cover for your cell phone or school books.
144. After hearing the end of any song, you say "And one" in time with the music and then snap down your instrument--regardless of whether you have one or not
145. You fight over new plumes (I make freshmen cry.)
146. You buy bogus patches to put on your letter jacket
147. Your alphabet consists of ABCDEFG--nothing else really matters
148. You have trouble counting--every time you get past 8, you have to start over again
149. Your favorite sentences are Every Good Boy Does Fine and Good Boys Do Fine Always (Empty Garbage Before Dad Flips)
150. You capitalize the name of your instrument
151. You talk to, sing to, or pet/stroke your instrument before performance
152. Your instrument has a name
153. When you believe there should be college level classes entitled "Porter Philosophy--who needs Dr. Phil anyway?
154. When your band director tells you to put something under your pillow so you might memorize it, and you actually do (Osmosis!)
155. When you rank people on how dedicated to band they are--the higher on the list, the better you like them
156. You get really irritated when people march off step. (grr)
157. If you've ever made a floral arrangement for band director
158. You've had your name carved into a practice room wall by someone you've dated.
159. You've claimed a practice room and get very angry if anyone else tries to play in it
160. You recognize people better by the backs of their head than you do by their face
161. You take a semi-strange word that band director says in practice, become obsessed with it, and say it all the time (PRACTICE! How do you work this gizmo?)
162. You would never consider not sitting with band people at lunch (Eat in the band room every day)
163. If you ever have commented on how nice band director'slegs are
164. When you hear that someone in band has a new boyfriend/girlfriend, the first thing you ask if "What do they play"
165. You stay up till 1 in the morning just to see your halftime show
166. You aren't quite sure what to do with your time when you don't have practice
167. When someone asks you what time it is, you answer "its go time Mr. Lerner"
168. Every clock or watch you own is set 5 minutes fast (To be early is to be on time)
169. You want to kill the person that invented "Posture Perfect Chairs"
170. You know how fix your instrument with only a pencil
171. You firmly believe in the power of duct tape
172. The only thing you use highlighters for is to mark your music
173. When you can finish band director's jokes, or come up with the answer before he says it
174. When you know how to fix and take apart every instrument.
175. When you know exactly how much difference there is in time between you and band director's watch
176. When you can pull a piece of music off the shelf in the library faster than band director can (SO much music he had no idea was in his office.)
177. When you ARE the drum major
178. -
179. When you know the people in First Note by name, and they know you, and what school your from
180. When you start conducting the songs on the radio
181. When you actually do change in a stadium in front of 100s of people and don't care
182. When you know everybody else's music as well as your own
183. Could drive yourself to South Fork with your eye's closed we've been there so many times
184. When you baby sit the band director's kids
189. When you actually understand what it means when band director says that the most important thing is posture, air, and emboucher
190. When your band director adds on to this list.
191. When he understands this list as well as you do.
192. When you use your cleaning rod as a hair accessory.
193. When you can tell what a person plays by looking at them (Always a fun game the first day of band camp)
194. When you try to guess what pit players are really double reed players ^___^
195. When you try to guess what the color guards of other bands are gunna do.
196. When you try to guess what the drum major(s) play
197. When you figure it out.
198. When your instrument has its own little place at your house.
199. When your parents know where that place is.
200. When you own a shirt with your instrument on it.
201. When you can finger your music on a pencil.
202. When you're found doing it all the time in the middle of class. (Percussion disease is NOT crabs!)
203. When you carry a metronome/ tuner with you always.
204. When you subdivide all of your music even when you dont have to.
205. If you can estimate a tempo and always be right.
206. When 32nd notes are no longer scary.
207. When you laugh cause someone asks what they are or how to count them.
208. When you can correctly identify the difference in a marimba, xylophone, vibraphone and bells. (And can play them all!)
209. When you can identify their proper mallets. (Use the BRASS mallets on the bells, dammit!)
210. When you know the difference in the pink, yellow, and blue marimba mallets other than their color.
211. When your friends get excited about this list.
212. When you write add-ons in the middle of classes.
213. When you can tell any tempo just by looking at your watch.
214. When you actually practice at home.
215. When you complain about people not turning off the practice room lights because they are wasting electricity.
216. When you think of your practice room as your very own room.
217. When youve decorated it. (We decorated the library...that counts.)
218. When you have actually slept in it.
219. When it feels more like home than your house does.
220. When you assume people understand you because you're in band
221. When you can link skittles and tubas together.
222. When you're constantly rolling your feet.
223. When the highlight of your Friday night is playing your instrument in the heat at a football game instead of going to a party. (Used to be)
224. When your band director emphasizes to bring your music to the game and he forgets the playbook.
225. When you know your band directors favorite soda.
226. When you know what your band directors does on the weekend. (So many pointless stories)
227. When you understand the threat of having a tuba or cymbals in a thunderstorm.
228. When you have 3 or more band classes.
229. When band is the highlight of your day
230. When band is your day.
231. When attention feels natural to you
232. When you stand in line for stuff at at-ease.
233. When your non band friends know just as many things to add as you
234. When you realize the only reason yall are friends is because they used to be in band
235. When you like one of your teachers cause he used to be in band.
236. When everyone else agrees.
237. When you vote on a president because you liked what instrument he used to play. (I would have voted for Clinton even though he was a sax...if people would have paid more attention to that fact, they would have seen the affair coming.)
238. When you don't vote because they were never in band.
239. When you make that your protest against them
240. When you can determine the pitch of a car horn.
241. When you complain because the word band isn't big enough on your letterman jacket.
242. When you can't see your letterman jacket for all the band patches.
243. When the jam block dies.
244. When doctor beat dies (It was stolen once too)
245. When they die in the same week.
246. When they die in the same day.
247. When your band director's quotes actually get a page in the yearbook.
248. When your banddirector knows exactly who you are, what you play and what you want as soon as you walk in.
249. When you subdivide to the songs on the radio.
250. When you came back to school during the last period of the day just for band.
251. When you come back just for after school practice even though your excused from it
252. When people ask you to describe yourself and you start talking about your band accomplishments.
253. When everyone knows all your accomplishments for that reason.
254. When music literally begins to speak to you.
255. When you and your entire section begin to think oddly alike.
256. When your still reading this list.
257. When you know exactly how many people are in each section. (We had lists in the library....soooo many copies)
258. When you know their names.
259. When you secretly want to learn to play the sousaphone.
260. When you CAN keep time to the drum solo. (Only when I'm in it)
261. When all the clarinet players resemble each other. (Sadly, even I have to admit this...the underclassmen all blend together)
262. When you actually care about having perfect attendance to practices.
263. When marching band is more fun than concert band
264. When you have actually played so long your lips have given out and you have ended up spitting all over yourself.
265. When you actually warm up and down before playing.
266. When your section has sleepovers or parties.
267. When your sectionals are called sextionals
268. When the rest of the band wants to join your flute sextional.
269. When they actually don't mind.
270. When you find yourself referring to people as their band nicknames
271. When you have stayed in the band hall till 6 or 7 at night just to practice your part
272. When that doesn't seem weird to you.
273. When you're upset because you haven't gotten the opportunity to do that.
274. When you have pretended to be the timpani because you thought someone was breaking into the band hall.
275. When you know exactly what a hair off the line is.
276. When the sun is brightly shining and not a cloud in the sky but you still hope for rain to cancel band practice.
277. When you and your section leader do a dance to get it to rain.
278. When it actually works.
279. When you have almost memorized the drill team feature dance.
280. When you perfect the dance in your spare time.
281. When the entire drum line and trumpet section have the color guard show down better than the color guard.
282. When you miss the parade trying to figure out a reason not to go.
283. When you see five bass drums and think leapfrog.
284. When you have seen the bass drums play leapfrog.
285. When you always have a pencil on standbye.
286. When you can fix your hair with mallets in a matter of seconds without a mirror.
287. When it actually looks decent.
288. When you can reassemble the pit equipment in a matter of minutes. (That poor dying marimba)
289. When you can reassemble it faster than you can unassemble it. (Nearly impossible since most of it kinda....falls apart)
290. When you cry over the loss of Dr. Beat. (Stoneman-in-a-box!)
291. When off the top of your head you can list at least 25 things that could be used perversely off or from instruments in the band.
292. When you know the origin of your instrument. (IB Music..)
293. When you have learned your part and you've also leaned the 2nd and third parts. (We liked sharing)
294. When you can tell the difference between English and French horns. (Who can't? o.0)
295. When you have never actually gotten them confused in conversation.
296. When you can tell Mr. Porters "I amused by Ricky" smile from his shut up one
297. If you have ever seen his "I am truly amused" smile.
298. When you understand that this list will never be completely finished.
299. When you realize that band is really just a big conspiracy that even band people are left out of.
300. When you're not left out of the conspiracy
301. When the color red turns you on.
302. When you type a page of these a day.
303. When Atlantic's band is better than Wellington. (ROCK!)
304. When you want your own band nickname. (Skillet!)
305. When the football team actually wins a game.
306. Then when you realize you have no idea how the game of football works but only when the fight song needs to be played. (I spent a good deal of time telling the drum majors when the fight song needed to be played)
307. When you can conduct better than the drum majors.
308. When you, in your spare time, come up with new salutes for them.
309. When you know the name of Mrs. Crocco's cat. (We've been to her house like three times)
310. When you're not really sure how you get there but when you're lost you always find yourself in the band hall.
311. When you have spent an entire Saturday in the band hall.
312. When you would do it again.
313. When you can identify yourself with your music stand.
314. When you know what all of your section is doing all weekend.
315. When it's because they are with you.
316. When your parents know everyone in your sections name.
317. When you know everyone in your sections marching #.
318. When you have actually gotten a splinter on your tongue from a reed.
319. When you have to get a job just to buy the reeds that you go through.
320. When you thought the show "The Young and the Restless" was a show about the battle between freshman and the rest of the band.
321. When you cried when you found out it wasn't.
322. When you still refuse to believe it.
323. When you know the pitch that every glass in your kitchen will make if you fill it half full.
324. You realize that no-one in the band really knows their music as well as they should but yet it doesn't bother them as much as it bothers you.
325. If you have actually referred to a director as a homie g-chicka-dude.
326. If they have heard you and didn't think twice about it.
327. When you actually wear your band shoes willingly to school.
328. When you practice in them so that you can get a better feel.
329. When a judge points you out on a tape.
330. When all you and your section can talk about is how Sarah dropped her flute Saturday.
331. When you know it won't be the last time.
332. When you can play your computer startup on your instrument.
333. When everyone in the band makes an effort to ignore a certain person... and we all know who I am talking about.
334. When you go off to college and miss your band family more than your family.
335. When you visit them more.
336. When the only reason you call your real family is because you have rang up such a high phone bill because your band family is split all over the country now.
337. When AT&T makes a special plan for your band.
338. If the band booster sandwiches actually start to taste better than most of your home cooking.
339. When you call the band booster food home cooking.
340. When you actually keep the band library more organized than your room. (Hell yes.)
341. When you have actually cleaned the locker room. (I've cleaned the library....)
342. When Rock-Zilla has actually tried to consume you.
343. If you just barely escaped.
344. When you have written over 120 of these yourself.
345. If you have almost hyperventilated because you could not find your instrument. (I never did find it)
346. When you have never lost your instrument.
347. When your teachers understand your importance to the band program.
348. When you have brought food for your section.
349. When your section has had a party for your birthday. (^____^ My only surprise party(ies) ever)
350. When can name any double sharp or flat off the top of your head.
351. When this list is more important than your homework.
352. When everyone in the band notices add-ons to your wardrobe.
353. When people give you dirty looks because your clothes are not band related.
354. When you can link any mathematical equation to a time signature. (That's more of a math thing than a band thing)
355. When all your conversations are based around band.
356. When there is an awkward silence in your conversation because you are trying to avoid talking about band.
357. When it is just too weird and you give up.
358. When you have nothing to say to non band people for this reason.
359. When you have used a reed to pop a coke open. (That's a good idea)
360. When you know how many pitches are in your cell phone ring song.
361. When you're in the turning lane and try to figure out the tempo of the signal from the car in front of you.
362. When you actually concluded that it was 96 bpm.
363. When you can play your cell phone ring on your instrument.
364. When all of your teachers know you're in band (The green shirts help)
365. When you understand that the word dirty no longer has nothing to do with dirt.
366. When you could heat a house for a year with all of the sheet music you've collected.
367. If you live next to Mr. Lerner. (Doesn't he live on a boat?)
368. When you actually know what open your throat means. (Golf ball!)
369. When you know how to do it.
370. When the word red gives you bone-chilling visuals.
371. When you understand why Mr. Porter wears sunglasses while its raining.
372. When you then realize that you know nothing about why Mr. Porter does what he does.
373. When you plan a party and refuse to invite anyone outside of band, including your boyfriend or girlfriend (which most likely they are in band too).
374. When you try to keep non-band people out of pictures
375. When you would risk hurting your instrument just to hit the annoying person in band person over the head at times (ok any time!)
376. When you have had dreams about flying cymbals cutting of you arms or nose. (Leah's cymbals cut off her eyebrow!)
377. When your top form of entertainment while setting drill is balancing your flute.
378. When people actually say you have a skill in twirling your flute while setting drill.
379. When you forget how to spell the word cymbals.
380. When you do flips and try to hit your mark on the landing in a set.
381. When you mark time through the show in odd places and your in the PIT. (It's just habit!)
382. When you know the music better than the director.
383. When the director wrote it.
384. When you have had to catch his mistakes in it .
385. When you know exactly where each dent/scratch on your horn is from.
386. When you can actually find out 14 instruments can sound like one!
387. When Mr. Porter has finally given up on telling you to read the music!
388. When you feel as if the band directors are neglecting you for their pets/ kids.
389. When you give your pets instrument names.
390. When you know how many people can fit into a band locker (or cubbie holes..) (Three.)
391. When you and your section go to the field on Saturday just to see who can march their spot better.
392. When you can accurately associate the laws of physics with marching practice.
393. When you learn more about symmetry in band than you do in geometry. (That's not saying much...Ms. Vadakara)
394. When you actually don't mind the smell of band funk after a game.
395. When your band folder can hide from you in plain sight and in the most obvious place, which you walk by more than 8 times a day.
396. You can actually relate to your music stand.
397. When you know that English horns came from France and French horns are English.
398. When you actually argue with the drill team because they feel as if they should not have to move out of your way in the show. (grrr..)
399. When you begin to feel as if your instrument is neglecting you.
400. If you make plans after practice with your section to go get some pizza.
401. When yall actually do it.
402. When your parents tell you to clean your room and all that is wrong with it is that the music fell off your music stand and covered most of the floor.
403. When all the jewelry you have consists of solo and ensemble medals.
404. When you consider band shoes fashionable.
405. When you have worn your band shirt to a fancy party.
406. When you thought it looked good.
407. When you took a picture like that.
408. When you actually consider putting uniform buttons on your favorite shirt to make it feel more homey.
409. When you lounge around in your uniform.
410. When you buy your uniform after you graduate.
411. If you buy it and actually wear it after you graduate.
412. When you wonder why they don't make marshmallows in band instrument shapes. (well, I do now)
413. When you write frequent letters asking them to.
414. If you have ever accidentally used your cork grease for chapstick. (I don't recommend it)
415. If that's why you switched to lip gloss. (It certainly played a part)
416. If you're in more than twelve band jokes.
417. When that's because you created them.
418. When you can find out where your next contest is by process of elimination.
419. If you have ever pictured Mr. Lerner trying to teach another class besides band.
420. If it gave you chills.
421. If you can tune every note on your horn without a tuner.
422. When you finally don't feel bad for getting your new black band shoes dirty.
423. When you realize the sun will come out on the days that there's no practice.
424. When you call your band director just for conversation.
425. When that doesn't shock or bother him.
426. When you challenge this list with 500 ways to use a reed.
427. When you can come up with 500 ways to use a reed.
428. If you have that high of hopes, only band people are that positive.
429. If you have ever had a panic attack at a football game.
430. If the band knows more about your medical history than the rest of your family.
431. When you make plans with the band for Christmas dinner.
432. When you actually sing along with bands that play on Monday night football.
433. When you can actually make yourself look two inches taller.
434. When what you're saying is actually helping.
435. When you can list 20 of Mr. Lerner's quotes off the top of your head.
436. If you've actually thought of Marching as a sport (I was always mad we didn't go to the sports assembly)
437. When you get separation anxiety on the busses because you aren't with the whole band.
438. When you feel left out because you can't go to an extra curricular band activity that isn't even required.
439. If you have ever seen how mad your directors can get if someone takes the keys to the band room.
440. When you and six other band friends go out to eat and you talk about nothing except for how great you did at the game.
441. You host the band parties. (Leave that job to Merkel)
442. You know who to and not to avoid in band.
443. The bus list is the most important thing to you and you will do anything to be on the bus with someone.
444. When you begin to know what Mr. Lerner knows about you.
445. When you can honestly admit that you have no idea and that scares you.
446. If you make tuning your horn sound perverted (ex. push in, or pull out)
447. When you can make something as simple as a cheese sandwich sound perverted.
448. When you actually stay in line and step with the band people that are walking in front of you.
449. When you confuse the words sax and sex in a sentence and don't mean to.
450. When it goes by un-noticed.
451. When you know the pitch of a pin dropping
452. When you are constantly playing cadences with a pencil.
453. When you start being able to think a tune and play it perfectly.
454. When your license plate, email, or homepage address is named after something band related.
455. When you use your reed to pick your teeth. (eww)
456. When you actually sanitize your reed after every contest/audition.
457. When you get excited about spending your Saturdays with the band.
458. When you would rather go to a football game then out on a date.
459. When you realize that the only reason the band is quiet when the others are performing is because they are looking for all their hot guys/chicks.
460. When your whole drum line can read music and not just rhythms. (Ummm...no.)
461. When you know what all those really big words written on your music mean. (Again, IB music)
462. When you depend on your band director more than your parents.
463. When you know to bring extra black socks with you at all times.
464. When after the game, when you go and hang out you've still got a piece of your instrument (neck strap, mouthpiece, etc.)
465. When you realize the trumpets and flutes rush more than percussion does.
466. When you realize that after two weeks of marching band your section leader isn't going to like you no matter how good you are.
467. When Plumes make good pets.
468. You actually answer to Hey Bando.
469. You actually think that the football field should belong to the band since besides they are better than the football team.
470. Xylophones and ditches do NOT go well together. (RIP)
471. You've made it this far and can still relate.
472. Sometimes you forget that your mouthpiece/ reed isnt attached to your mouth.
473. Spit isn't so disgusting anymore but a everyday part of life.
474. You know the names of all the little people that live in the tubas (or any brass instrument for that matter.)
475. If for Christmas you ask for something to do with music or band.
476. Mr. Lerner knows the name of your instrument and actually refers to it by that name.
477. When he also knows the name of the little man living inside it.
478. When you have spent enough time around the band that you can represent every section on here even though you don't play that instrument.
479. You paint your nails to coordinate the color of your mallets/ sticks.
480. When you leave your cell phone in your instrument case every Friday just with the hope that it will call and let you know that it's ok.
481. When you wear your band shoes to homecoming.
482. When you hope every year that a band person gets on the court for homecoming. (Sometimes they do!)
483. When you protest that it was rigged when they don't.
484. When your mom is practically dedicated to band, but yet so is your life.
485. When on your Buddy List band has its own category.
486. When you can refer to yourself as an oompah loompah in your uniform.
487. When you can imagine what your directors kids will look like and what they will play.
488. When you can actually understand Mrs. Crocco
489. When the band has its own chat room.
490. When you find yourself constantly repeating Mr. Lerner. (Only out of mockery)
491. When everyone in band starts looking alike.
492. When you have spent time actually trying to figure out what P.I.T. means.
493. When you carry a metronome so that you can practice staying in step.
494. When Mr. Lerner knows more about your homework than you do.
495. When everyone in the band knows your underwear drawer just as well as you.
496. When your band pants are the most comfortable thing you have to wear.
497. When the list gets so long that you are forced to put an end to it b/c you are running out of paper.
498. When you buy clothes just cause they look like parts of your uniform.
499. When you begin to have conversations with your instrument and people around you can actually join in.
500. Then when you can proudly say that you made it to 500 so that you can put an end to this list!
257/500 More than 50%...sad.
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2005 16 July :: 8.46pm
Yesterday was like the best fucking day of my life. Let's back up a little first though.
Friday I came home from work with a sore throat and thought my voice was gone from screaming at too many kids. Saturday added a temperature, Sunday we called for antibiotics. Monday I missed work and went to the doctor, who told me to miss work through wednesday. So I lost an entire week. It sucks. Anyway, Wednesday afternoon me, my mom, and my brother left for Preview at UF. To be honest, I was DREADING going to preview. Incredibly boring. The first day, Thursday, was..eh. Lots of information. Lots of indecision. The point of day 1 was to learn as much as possible in order to make an informed decision about which classes to take, and then to choose those classes. In addition there was lots of stuff about college life in general. Alcohol, drugs, sex, rape, homosexuality, etc. At night we all went to Broward Hall and had a nice little get-together in the common area. We played spoons for a while - and I didn't lose! - and then kind of mulled around. There was a party in the basement that everyone complained about because no one was dancing. I did not go down, I stayed up to talk with Claudia, my preview leader person, Adam, another preview leader (we kind of merged groups most of the time), and a few preview kids. I liked this guy george, he's from KY. He told us crazy stories from his hick town. At about midnight we all decided to go to bed. My roommate was a little weird. She was from New Jersey (need I say more?). She was studying pre-vet too, and was reading Harry Potter. I thought at first that we would have a lot in common, but, um, we didn't. It wasn't bad, it was just...there.
Friday morning we went downstairs and checked out, then walked over to the Reitz together so neither of us would get lost. But as soon as we got there we kinda lost track of each other. I got my Gator1 ID card and set up my wachovia account, then met will and my mom to put my luggage in the car. We went and bought a parking decal, then bought something to drink and chilled for a little bit. My advising appt was at 11:40, so we wasted some time in the bookstore, and my mom bought me a shirt. : ) After that we headed over to Hume to wait for my advising appointment. My advisor was Mara Fields, and she was really nice. She told me that I should take Chem 2046 instead of Chem 2045, since I had the IB scores for it and had 3 years of high school chem. I also got a seat in my honors course, which I am SO excited about. It's called Current Issues in Higher Education. It's kinda like ToK from what I've read, except without all the philosophy and bullshit. It's discussion-based, and we just talk about issues. I am so psyched for it. I wanted to take a class called The Young Child, about the development from 0-6, but it was only for education majors. Instead I'm taking a different education class called Human Growth and Development. I signed up for Statistics, which is an online class. I almost took a history course called America in the Sixties, but Mara said I probably shouldn't since I'm taking 16 credits and it probably had a lot of reading and writing involved. I am also taking a Telecommunications class called TV and American Society. I was really excited about this class too, until I showed my schedule to Will after my appointment. He is TAKING RTV TOO. OMG, after all that shit about how it's a big school and no one would know I was his sister and now WE'RE IN THE SAME EFFIN CLASS! How does this happen? Ah well, I am not that upset about it. We're not taking it at the same time. It's just weird. We both signed up for it not knowing the other was going to take it. So that's all the classes I'm taking. After my appointment with Mara I went into the other room, and Adam helped me set up my schedule. Mara had gotten me seats in the classes, but Adam had to actually arrange what sessions I would take. I think I have a pretty good schedule. I have no classes before 9 AM. My classes are also pretty spread out. I do have two consecutive classes in the morning Monday Wednesday Friday. I go from RTV to Chem. Not bad. I am thinking about dropping my Human Growth and Development class, because it's MWF from 4-5. I don't really want to get out of class at 5 on fridays because it makes coming home for weekends very tricky. Without that class, I would get out at 11. It's just much better for my first semester. I didn't really have any trouble getting a seat in the class, so I'm sure I could take it another semester. I have a little over a month to decide. I think I'm going to take a look at the syllabus of each of my classes on the first days and see if I should drop something. I am taking 16 credits, which is more than they recommend. So it just might be easier to lose that education course and keep everything else where it is. I'm thinking about it.
After driving home yesterday I did a 180 and left to go to the movies and Barnes and Noble. Me, Kim, and her friend Carla went first to B&N so we could get good tickets for the HP6 line. After we got our tickets, we went to Muvico and saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It was great. I kind of like the old one better, but this one was more true to the book. And Deep Roy is funny. We got back to B&N a little after 10, having seen the 7:55 movie. We looked around for a while, got drinks, looked around some more, and then found out that a line had started forming, so we raced downstairs to get in it. At midnight the line went pretty fast, and we were out of there before 12:10. I was really glad that we had gone to get our tickets at B&N before the movie, because we got to cut like 50 people who had green tickets. I saw Jeanna and Zach there, and I saw Max at the movies. Apparently he works at muvico. It's still pretty awkward to see people from high school, because we always leave saying the line, "In case I don't see you before you head off to college, good luck!" or, conversely, "Have a nice life." I just think it's really weird.
So anyway, I am about 200 pages into the book, having fallen asleep last night reading and had to take my parents to miami today. They are on a cruise and me and Will have been left alone. It's going to be fun. I hope.
On another note, I am really pissed off because someone moved my tickets to the DMB concert tomorrow night, and I have not been able to locate them. I looked for a good long while tonight, to no avail. The plan of action is to call ticketmaster tomorrow with the confirmation number, hoping that they will give me new tickets at the box office. Until then, pray.
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2005 9 July :: 4.03pm
Got into Hume. A bit of a relief. I didn't want to have to take the bus to class. (Lakeside is far away from classes) Still don't know my roommate, they're emailing it Friday. Doesn't help me much, because I will be at UF friday for preview. That is IF I can get my immunization records. @_@
In other news, I am pretty effin sick. I lost my voice yesterday, but I figured it was from yelling at kids all week. Today my fever broke a hundred...and climbing. I'm trying to get better so that I can go to work on monday, though part of me knows I'm going whether I'm well or not. I'm already missing Thursday and Friday, and part of Tuesday for this stupid doctor appointment to get my medical records. Argh. I'm going to make like $75 this week. >:-( Meanwhile, I still have to go to the bank and cash like 10 checks. I have two paychecks, two checks for catsitting, and all my graduation presents. I apparently have an account at wachovia that I didn't know about, so I guess I'm going to deposit the money there. Monday, hopefully.
I really should go lie down, so this is all for now. Later, kiddies.
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2005 6 July :: 6.03pm
:: Mood: elated
:: Music: "I Hate ToK" -artist unknown
D-Day.
I went to the library in the middle of work to go get my IB scores. And here they are, for your viewing pleasure.
Subject Grade
2005 MAY ENGLISH A1 HL 5
2005 MAY FRENCH B SL 5
2005 MAY HIST.AMERICAS HL in ENGLISH 6
2005 MAY PSYCHOLOGY EE in ENGLISH D
2005 MAY CHEMISTRY HL in ENGLISH 5
2005 MAY MATH.METHODS SL in ENGLISH 6
2005 MAY MUSIC GR.PERF SL in ENGLISH 7
2005 MAY THEORY KNOWL. TK in ENGLISH C
Additional/Extra subjects
None
EE/TOK points: 0
Total points: 34
Results: Diploma awarded
So there it is. Four years in one webpage. Rawk. I'm pissed/upset/confused about ToK and EE, but frankly, my dear......
(boo on you if you don't know the Gone With the Wind reference)
But let's hear it for IB Music! Time for my happy dance! Hehe, I rock my own socks today.
That's all for now. Real update coming soon.
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2005 1 July :: 5.47pm
:: Mood: tired
I had to pretty much force myself to actually sit down and write this. And I'm not too sure why.
Pittsburgh was awesome, but it went really fast. We spent a majority of the visit prepping for the party, but that was fun. We went to walmart more times than I care to recall. Giant Eagle, Festival Foods, Target. Oh my. We lived there. But still, it wasn't annoying shopping, it was fun shopping. Although I did get pretty pissed off in walmart one day. I think it was thursday or friday. Gary drove me and Karen and my mom over to walmart to print out some pictures on the Kodak machine from our digital camera and also to make a copy of one picture. I had the idea of doing a sort of now and then thing because we had this picture of me and Gary when I was about one, making him about 6 months old in my crib. I thought it would be so cool to get a picture of us now and frame them both together. However, the Kodak machine wouldn't acknowledge our digital card. So we had to buy DVDs for the camcorder, since the machine won't accept a DVD with video on it, and the one we had brought with us had video from graduation. Then we went home and baked some for the party, then went back to walmart without my mom to try again with the DVD. After waiting in line at the Kodak machine, we found out that the Kodak machine doesn't take DVDs, only CDs. We had to go to the Fujifilm machine. Not a big deal, just a few steps away, but now we had to wait in line again. Finally got the DVD to work in the fujifilm machine, but instead of printing out pictures, it printed out receipts and told us to pick up our photos in an hour. Argh! So I said screw the fujifilm machine and made a copy of the baby picture in the kodak machine. Then, by chance, as I was checking out and paying for the kodak picture, I asked the photo guy if I should come back in an hour for my fujifilm pics. He told me they might be ready now, and checked for them. Thank God, they were there. Then I had to pay for them and we raced out of walmart because Gary had a game that he had to leave for at 4:20 and it was already 4:05. Crazy. I was a little pissed at walmart at that point, but it all worked out and the pictures looked awesome.
The shrines were so much fun. We had three posterboards each for pictures from birth to present, then we set up a table in front of the fireplace for awards, momentos, etc. I have pictures, it was really cool. The cake was awesome too. It was a little crazy. Poor Norm at Giant Eagle. We had on opposite corners two-tone roses. Two corners had green and white roses, and two corners had blue and gold roses. Then in the middle we had "Congratulations Lauren and Gary class of 2005." The left side said Go Gators and the right side said Go Titan Baseball. We thought it was going to be very "chacha" but it turned out beautifully. I have pictures of that too. ^_^
Lessee...trying to remember what else. This is why I wanted to write this before I forget anything else.
The party was really fun. It was a little awkward at times, because there was a bit of time when only Gary's people were there. They don't know me, and the concept of a joint graduation party was a little beyond them. Poor Gary, he had to explain it like 50 times. Soon enough though family showed up, and they were really happy to see me and my mom. It had been 4 years since we had seen most of them, and a lot of family members have fallen ill or died in between. Everyone's getting older, and it was important to see people for a good occaision, not for a funeral. I was sorry that Allison couldn't come, she was at Virginia Beach. Paul came though. He's really cool. Into dogs almost as much as I am. XD He has a blue merle great dane named Octavius. His roommate has a great dane mastiff mix...I think it's name is Brutus. Joan and Bill were also there, and Joan is trying to plan a "cousins" trip to Disney Land! (Joan is my mom's cousin.) Linda lives out in Arizona now, and it's only a few hours drive to Disney Land from there. Naomi was there, she got a ride with Joan. Glen has been in the hospital for a while now, and Naomi is not well after Ruthie died with Glen sick. She seemed to be ok though, and in surprisingly good spirits. Aunt Bea was there too, with Carol and Paul. Aunt Bernice wasn't there though because....I have no idea. But apparently Debbie is crazy and it's really getting to Aunt Bernice. Whatever, I always knew Debbie was psycho. But it's really....disturbing? weird? something...Aunt Bea looks almost IDENTICAL to Memaw. I mean, I know they're sisters, but still. Lots of people had commented on it, because it's kind of weird when someone's been dead for seven years to think you see them. Apparently Carol looks a ton like Aunt Alice, and that was a big deal too. I think that's all the family people that were there. Joan, Bill, Carol, Paul, Paul, Naomi, and Aunt Bea. Yeah, ok.
People were really generous too. I got a card from Ruth Sumpter, who I don't know who that is. But apparently she was invited and didn't come, so she just sent us both cards. Allison gave me a gift separate from her parents too, and she wasn't there either. Gary and I each had baskets set up for cards/gifts. I ended up getting a little over $200. Aunt Pam and Karen also picked me out a graduation charm for my bracelet. It's sparkly. XD
The Burdetts came to the party as well, minus Justin. : \ I was really kind of anxious and nervous to see him, but he had to work late. The rest of the family was there for about two hours, then a few hours after they left Mrs. Burdett came back. After that my mom, Mrs. Burdett and I spent a majority of the party in the living room or on the deck catching up. The neighborhood has apparently changed a lot. These kids on the corner house became heroine dealers/pharmacists. I don't remember them, but apparently they were nasty little children and my mom and mrs burdett called it that they would be no good adults. Mike Seaver is like 30 now and has a family of his own. He is like the only other person I remember from Cashley Ct. Anyway, it was really really nice to see them. Comforting. It's cool to hang out with people who have known you forever. Mrs. Burdett was like my second mom. Me and Justin were together 24/7. She and my mom still joke about planning the wedding. How would that be for irony....we did get married when we were five. Then again, we also went trick or treating in June. And sold rocks. I defended those last two, seeing as how people actually gave us stuff on both accounts. It was using our cuteness to our advantage. So anyway, key piece of information: Justin is on facebook. I facebooked him as soon as I got home and we started up a conversation. Haven't carried it over to IM yet. Seems we keep missing each other. Always away when the other one is on. He is going to Penn State, information science and technology. Kind of makes me regret not going to Penn State. But it's not like we would have had classes together or anything. Hopefully we can reconnect through online and periodic visits. I'll try to see him next time I'm in the burgh. I'd also really love to see the old house. Right now there's a family in there with two young-ish kids, one of which has downs syndrome.
We talked long into the night, and Mrs. Burdett was one of the last to leave, well after midnight. Sunday (the day after I got there....no longer in chronological order) we went to Trader Horn to buy candles and other random party stuff, and we found this swing, like one of those three person swings you put in a yard or porch, and we bought it for Uncle Paul for father's day. He liked it, but he still says that the best part of the present was that me, Gary, Karen, and Jeff put it together. We messed up a few times, but eventually got it together, and it was very popular at the party. We put it on the deck for people to sit and talk. Friday night (night before the party) we went out to dinner at Eat 'n Park. That was fun too, it was nice to get a break from cooking.
Wednesday after we picked my mom up from the airport we (mom, me, Jeff, and Gary) went to the Pirates game. I tried to buy a pirates shirt, just because it's cool, but there weren't really any good ones with the Pirate logo. My mom bought a Clemente shirt and we spent a bit of time walking around the Park. PNC Park is so awesome. I got my full dose of Pittsburgh-ness by having a Primanti brothers sammich (sandwich) at the park. The perogi (sp?) race spurred a nice discussion of Pittsburgh accents, which I discovered I have more of than I thought I did. "It's time for the Great Pittsburgh Perogi Race 'n 'at!" People dressed as giant perogis race around the stadium. It's fun. Gary and I were really rooting for Oliver Onion, but Saurkraut Saul took first. Oliver was slow, and Gary screamed out "Cut him! Send him back to triple A's!" It was really funny. Pirates lost, but we still had a good time.
Aside from Pittsburgh, things have been pretty uneventful. Work is really more exhausting than I planned. But it's paying off. And when I say paying off, I mean money. I got my first paycheck!! $229!! I was so excited. I have so much money now, it's crazy. I have money from work, money from graduation, and money from cat-sitting for Mrs. Demko. Hehe...But now I do have like 40 million checks to cash/deposit. I like working with the kids, but 21 5-year olds for 7 hours a day takes its toll. I come home every day and take a nap. I'm not getting much rest this weekend either. Saturday is Fishmonger's partay, and Sunday I'm teaching Sunday School. In retrospect, it was probably not a good idea to continue teaching sunday school while I'm doing camp. I'm starting to just get five-year old overload. The other day my mom was watching Nanny 911, and I had to change the channel. It was just too much to watch screaming little children on TV after having dealt with them all day. But they are cute. A few of them have gotten really attached to me and they hang all over me. They're crazy. They seem, though, not to understand the rules very well. They always want me to carry them or to sit on my lap. And they can't. They take offense to that too. Somehow, though, they get over it. There are a few of them that just walk right over me. They know exactly how to get me to do whatever they want. It's terrible. But nevertheless, those are my favorite kids.
I never used to believe when people said how fast time goes, but it really does. I mean damn, we're going to college this year. Scary. Soon we'll be married and have kids and jobs and white picket fences. And mortgages. Gah, I'm done venting for this entry. Over and out.
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2005 27 June :: 5.45pm
1. I'm in the process of deleting all old entries because I can no longer read the comments.
2. This journal will be [Private]. So only the people who know the password will be able to read. (Andy too, I'm guessing...)
3. I'll change the "layout" when I feel I can stand looking at code again.
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4. There are some old entries I will keep because they're just too damned good.
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2005 16 June :: 8.44pm
Been a while.
I leave in two days for Pittsburgh, and I could not be less ready. I have zero clean clothes and zero energy with which to do laundry. Mind you, I am not complaining by any stretch of the imagination. I am super-psyched for this trip, I just am afraid that I will be up all night tomorrow packing and will be tired Saturday in Pittsburgh. Last time I went up I had stayed up the whole night before, since I had an early flight and didn't start packing until like 10. I was exhausted when I got there, and I'm pretty sure Karen mistook it for lack of excitement to see her. She's really sensitive to my moods and stuff while I'm up there, I have to be really careful. She cares so much about my feelings towards her, and that's the last thing I want her to be insecure about. The simple solution: get off the computer and start packing. And yet I can't seem to make myself do it.
On another note, I am covered in paint. Today we made little boxes for fathers day. 21 5-year-olds with paintbrushes equals mess. Work is fun, but surprisingly exhausting. The kids are constantly going from here to there, always busy. From the classroom to gym to snack to playground to computers to art to devotions to lunch to playground to movie to playtime to dismissal. Somewhere in there I get a 30 minute break. The rest of the day "PUSH ME ON THE SWING MS LAUREN!" "HIGHER" "YOU CAN'T FIND ME!" "Can you tie my shoes?" "Can you open my juice" "Guess what!" "One time..." "My mom/dad/brother/sister said that..." I'm going to fall over. I never thought it was so exhausting just maintaining kids. Forget running around chasing them, playing, etc. It takes an enormous amount of energy just to deal with them regularly. Always talking, swinging on my arms, pulling my shirt, they're insane. But I still love them....most of them. Some of them give me a little 1/4 life crisis, because I've known them since they were tiny babies. The kids from my student assistant class are going into middle school. They used to be four. I have two kids whose brother/sister were in my student assistant class when they were born, and now they're going into kindergarten.
Caroline Cleveland is attending camp.
I just can't get over the fact that I've grown up.
But I really am having a good time, the kids are adorable, though sometimes annoying. Everyone keeps pressuring me to be a teacher. 0.0 *twitch*
I really cannot get past the feeling of being in limbo. I feel so disconnected, and that's the only way I can describe it. It has been so long since I've gone out and done something fun with my high school friends. I say high school friends because Sarah and I did go see Madagascar on Sunday. It's as though everyone's gone already, though they're all right here. I have talked to a few people, and I honestly miss them, which is hard to believe. I really didn't think that I would be sad not seeing everyone every day, but I think it's the feeling that not only am I not going to see them every day, but I'll probably see them once or twice a year. I just feel so in between things. I am done with high school, and that's how it is in my brain. But I don't recognize myself as being in college. I'm just kind of ...there. Or rather, here.
Everything seems so abstract to me. It feels like nothing is actually happening, or going to happen. College is very abstract to me. Even going to Pittsburgh seems intangible. ..I think I just made up a word. Regardless, I think a large part of the reason I can't get myself to pack is because it still hasn't sunk in that I'm actually going. I really don't know how to describe it. I think that I lack something tangible ahead of me, and it's like the future has stopped. I keep thinking that things will become more real as they get closer, but I mean damn, PA is in two days. Alright, I'll wrap this up and go get a shower and do laundry (not at the same time). I need to get to bed early since camp is so freaking draining. Hopefully tomorrow I can pack by 10 and get to bed. I have to wake up Saturday at like 4. Bleh. Oh well, it'll be worth it. ^_^
Sidenote: List of things not to forget while packing:
1. Photo Albums (2)
2. DVD Camcorder and DVDs
3. Clothes
4. UF T-Shirt
5. Turtle (don't ask)
6. ATL pennant
7. Eagle bobblehead
8. Diploma
9. Tassles
10. IB Stole
11. DVDs (Phantom, Incredibles, Finding Neverland, Family Guy)
12. Bracelet, Ring
13. Squishy pillow for the plane
14. Graduation/senior pictures
15. Camera
Hmm...must call Karen to see if I've forgotten anything.
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2005 28 May :: 8.56pm
:: Mood: excited
I'm really excited. I spent like half the evening/afternoon talking to my aunt and my little cousin. We're starting to plan the graduation party for me and Gary on the 25th. It's only 4 weeks away! My aunt said that in Pittsburgh it's a thing to set up an area in the room for a "shrine" where you make a posterboard of like growing up pictures and school memorabilia and such. You also display stuff for the college you're going to and your high school diploma. I'm super excited, I love making things like that. So me and Karen are in charge of decorations, and it's gonna be fun. We're also getting picture cakes. Instead of getting a sheet cake we're gonna get two half cakes. One of them will have Gary's picture and his HS colors, and the other will have my picture and my HS colors. mmm...green cake. lol. But I'm going to bring up my tassles and one of the pennants I grifted from band banquet for the shrine, and...oh! I have to order graduation pictures! And I still have to send out announcements. Whoops. I'll go get them tomorrow hopefully. My mom has been so busy with 8th grade stuff, we haven't had time to go order them.
I finally got all of my national merit stuff out in the mail today. So hopefully all of that will work out as planned. And when I say as planned, I mean that they will give me money. All that's left is to call them monday to be sure they know that I'm going to UF.
*sigh* I haven't gotten a comment in like a month. Then I wonder why I don't update frequently. I had thought that woohu/LJ would be a good way to keep in touch in the coming months/years, but I am starting to heavily doubt myself based on the lack of actual communication on the journals. Meh, I guess I'm just as guilty of it too...I haven't commented in a while either. Perhaps the journals are losing their...I dont really know what word I'm looking for here, but it makes sense in my head.
I will, inevitably, update at some point in the future.
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2005 26 May :: 7.16pm
:: Mood: content
:: Music: "Good Riddance" -Green Day
An update is long overdue.
I think the last time I updated was a week ago, so I will go through the events of the last week.
French exam went ok, other than the fact that I mixed up the words "chambre" and "salle" and feel like a dumbass for it. French 1 man... But I won't lose too many points for that.
Friday was Kristen's party, and it was a lot of fun. We basically did nothing, but it was awesome to just hang out with everybody and talk. Pancho and Robbie came about 45 minutes after I did, and it was pretty awkward for a while. Hardly anyone there was friends with them. I haven't had a class with Robbie since like 3rd grade, but we ended up talking for like an hour. o.0 Weird. Anyway, I ended up leaving pretty early, since I had to wake up at 6 the next morning. Got home around 11:30-12ish, and pretty much went straight to bed.
Saturday I woke up at 6, got dressed in the stuff that I bought friday as a last resort. Sidenote: I went to the mall friday before the party and actually found a white dress! And then I found white shoes! It was amazing. So anyway, I drove over to FAU and met up with Tom, who helped me get my tassles on my cap. Then I went in and Meredith and Mrs. Gregory helped me get all my stuff on, hat bobby pinned, collar on, etc. I found all the NHS officers and after a wild goose chase we found Mrs. Zacher and gave her the frame. Hope she likes it, she didn't open it at graduation. It was a bit rushed. So then I got upstairs in my line and chatted with Anca and Courtney and Lauren Garroway as we waited for the processional to start. Finally the band played and we all nervously filed into our rows. I sat next to Mrs. Schilit, which was so great. Mr. Ierace sat behind me and he had a number of clever comments. After a few minutes I went up and sat on the stage. I was pretty nervous, but everything went fine. Then I had a mad dash to get from the stage all the way to the back of the gym to play in the band. I was so glad we played that song, it was a perfect way to end my time in band. Then we got back in our seats and went up to get our diplomas folders, had the ceremony of tassles, and threw our flowers (that was the best part!) before we filed out and that was it. Will told me that he timed it and it was in fact an hour and 12 minutes. Afterwards me, Adam, Liz, Amanda, Krystle, Leah, and Kristen went out to lunch at Roadhouse. We got balloons. Then me and Amanda went garage saling and I bought an aquarium that I had been looking for for quite a while. My mom says I can't get fish, but I think I can wear her down pretty easily on that one. I didn't go to Veronica's party Saturday night as I had planned. Instead I went out to dinner with mi familia to Ichiban. It was nice to have something with my family that was specifically pertaining to something that I had accomplished. That doesn't happen often. When we got back me and Will went to blockbuster and rented Team America which we watched that night. It was just a nice quiet day. I like my diploma, it's pretty. Lots of gold stickers and a nice blue folder. XD
Backtrack: Thursday after graduation rehearsal a bunch of us IB Music kiddos went to FAU library where Amy taught us music stuff that we should have learned from a real teacher. And while we were there I bought a General Chemistry book for a dollar. I'm such a nerd. So then Monday was the exam. It sucked to have an exam after graduation, but I'm glad it was this one of all of them. It was a small group, mostly made up of some of my closest friends. I spent an hour on the first essay, which turned out to be bad, since I left myself 90 minutes to write 5 essays. Needless to say, my essays grew progressively shorter as the exam progressed. I barely finished, and wrote 11 pages. Ms Kelly and Timbo said that we were the first class to actually use the whole time. Most other classes had laughed and walked out after an hour. I think I'm anywhere from 3-5 on this exam, it was not terrible. I just hope that I used enough "musical terminology" for them. But it really doesnt matter, I know I'm getting the diploma. Not that the diploma matters either, since I have bright futures.. Regardless....
This week has been amazing. I have done absolutely nothing all week. Just been a bum. Sometime next week I will have a party. Then I'm having a party in pittsburgh June 25. Well, I'm not having a party, technically. It's my cousin's party, but it's a family thing, so...I graduated too. Hehe, it's just gonna be fun. I got that whole week off of work, so I get to be there from the 18th till the 26th. I have to take two more days off to go to preview which I finally signed up for.
Anyway, I really must go. Just felt I needed to update, and I've been putting it off after graduation. I'll update again later...sometime.
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2005 17 May :: 12.57pm
:: Mood: accomplished
:: Music: "I'll be there" -The Rembrandts (Friends Theme)
For the first time, I actually feel done.
The Band video is done. The NHS video is done. SHF Induction is done. Classes are done. Exams are....almost done.
They are going well though, exams. Calc was a piece of cake. I was just talking to Mr. Power today about it as he was signing my yearbook. I think 6 minimum on calc, maybe 7. Hopefully 7. Chem was decent. I'm predicting a 5. I went over some of it with Mr. Dalsass the day after, and all of the paper 1 questions we went over I got right. I'm pretty sure I passed atleast. Let's see...what was next. Oh, English. English was English. 5. History was ok. The DBQ was effed up. It was about the Warsaw Pact countries invading Czechoslovakia in 1968. I didnt even know that they did invade Czechoslovakia in 1968. But I think I BSed my way out of that. I forget what questions I did on paper 2. A cold war one about something, and one on the origins of a war, for which I picked WWI. Paper 3 had exactly what I wanted on it. I did one question on the articles of confederation's failures and how they were addressed by the constitution, one on Lincoln's role in the North winning the Civil War, which I pwnt, and one on Black Power in the Civil Rights movement in the second half of the 1960's. It was beautiful. By the Civil Rights one I had kind of given up though, so it ended up being only 2 pages. But it still had enough information to atleast get like a 12 or 13. So I'm 5/6 in history. French is tomorrow. It's gonna suck. I really have to study a lot tonight. I'm predicting a 5. Hopefully one of the essays will be a friendly letter. It's been so long since I've been in French class, I forget the format of the test even. I know there's 2 reading comps with short answer, then one with a 100 word essay, then paper 2 I think is 1 essay. Hopefully. Yeah...5. Music is monday, that's what's going to kill me. I'm counting on calc to bring that up. We have a meeting for it tonight, since no one knows what the test looks like. Then we have a week to study/pray.
Let's see...what else has been going on.. I've really enjoyed these past few weeks, despite the work load. It's not nearly as much as it was during school. Intermittent exams, some studying, work for the clubs and organizations, and a lot of free time to actually have a life. All the expectations have disappeared. I don't have to stay up until 1 doing English homework. I can stay up till 1 watching Craig Ferguson. It's really what I envision college being like.
Band banquet was Friday. My last band banquet. It was so much fun. I actually got very excited for it. I had to stop on the way at CVS to get the officer gifts. Oops. Krystle was my date, we had matching dresses, but no one really noticed. Oh well, we knew. And we have pictures to prove it. I had a good time with the favors. We tattooed ourselves and started a gang. And we wore the beads. I grifted two lamps from other tables so that the threesome could each get one of the fiber optic centerpieces. And we got cups and bandanas and mugs and footballs and bobblehead eagles. I put the pink bandana on Sasha, it looks pretty cute. She wore it all weekend, and is still wearing it. I won an award at banquet too. The Extra Mile Award. Surprisingly, it means a lot to me. I think I really did go the extra mile for band this year, I did a lot of work. And it's nice to be recognized for it, since the theme of the year seems to be ignoring my hard work. Thank you, National Merit. Fuckers. Anyway, so yeah. I got a plaque and it's pretty and I'll hang it in my dorm room. Because I'm a nerd. Actually I probably won't hang it in my dorm room, but I'll hang it in my real room. And all the seniors got $25 gift cards to circuit city. Not sure what you can buy at circuit city for $25, but it's a nice gesture. I'm sure I'll put it towards a camera or a computer. Speaking of cameras or computers, my parents keep bugging me about what I want for graduation. I looked on bestbuy.com for a good digital camera, since I constantly complain about the one I have now. I found my dream camera, but it's $350, and I'm not sure how much my parents were planning on spending for my graduation. But it has a 8.3x optical zoom and a 4x digital zoom. It's amazing. And it's Nikon, which is my favorite camera brand. My mom keeps saying "If you ask me, dollar for dollar, Sony makes the best product." I just shake my head. Nikon is infinitely superior. I heart it.
French Induction was Thursday. It went pretty well. I was pissed off that I spent so much time hooking up the dinner reservations and then she cancelled it when not enough people signed up to go. Not pissed at her, pissed at people who didn't sign up. But it's not the end of the world, because she does not blame me for it. The people at the restaurant were pretty mad though when I cancelled 2 days in advance for a party of 15-20. Can't go there again.. Anyway, I went and spent like all of my money for food for the thing, which was ok, I guess, except for the fact that I am broke now. Then when I got there she handed me a paper and informed me that I had to read. In French. Terrible! (Said in French...damn cognates) But I got through it.. Then we lit the candles and said the pledge to Société Honaraire du Francais and I gave Madame the gift. That's another reason that I'm broke...I spent $20 out of my own pocket for that gift, since not enough people paid up. Wtf is wrong with these people?! Anyway, she really liked it, and I'm glad. I went into her room today, and saw that it was on her desk. That made me happy. I wanted to do something for her that said Sorry for fucking up so much. Even though I didnt, she just kind of has a knack for making you feel like you fucked up. So I think I accomplished my goal in that sense. It was a nice way to close the year with french club. I'm going to have to come back and visit next year to see who is le/la président(e). And make them do the soccer match. Even though Youngman might not want to after Tippu broke his ankle.
I was up until 2 AM doing this NHS video. I think it turned out pretty well though. Had I spent some more time on it it could have been better, but as it sits, I spent about 14 hours on it. And $80. So NHS needs to reimburse me. I'm not too worried though, Mrs. Zacher will get the money to me. Ah, crap...I was supposed to give CDs to kelly and blake. I will have to give it to them later. Damn. Oh well..
The band video took a significant more amount of time and money. But I think it turned out pretty well. Everyone seemed to like it. I was surprised by the response my moment got. I mean, I knew it was funny, but... Today when Mr. Lerner was signing my senior checkout sheet he told me "You have a good future ahead of you as a stand up comedian. You have great delivery." It took me a second to figure out that he was talking about my senior moment, then I said thanks. It was nice of him to say though. ^.^
So today. Today was senior checkout. Turned in all of my books except two. Have to go turn those in tomorrow. And give Timbo $30 for the IB stole. Must remember that. Must. I promised her. Because I really wanted to buy it, but I didn't have the money. So she told me that she doesnt do that for everyone, but since it was me, she would let me do it. Again, a nice gesture. I feel appreciated.
So now I'm officially done with high school, except for those two exams. Wow.
Wednesday - French exam, turn in the rest of my books, Senior Awards Night
Thursday - Graduation rehearsal
Friday - Party
Saturday - Graduation, Party
Sunday - Party? Sleep, study
Monday - IB music
Tuesday - Party?
June 13 - Begin work.
And that's how it stacks up. Oh, I wish someone was there with me to see Mr. Power's face when I told him I got a job as a camp counselor teaching little kids. He looked at me like wtf? Who would hire you to teach? Of all things... Eh, you would have had to have been there. I thought it was funny.
Over and out.
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2005 12 May :: 11.25pm
Stolen from Amanda
1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. If we've met, when and how did we meet?
4. What social event or place would you like to go to with me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Describe me in one word.
7. What was your first impression?
8. Do you still think that way about me now?
9. What reminds you of me?
10. If you could give me anything what would it be?
11. How well do you know me?
12. When's the last time you saw me?
13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
14. Do you think I am good lookin'?
15. Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you?
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2005 10 May :: 12.51am
Last one, I promise
Your #1 Match: ISFP
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The Artist
You are a gifted artist or musician (though your talents may be dormant right now).
You enjoy spending your free time in nature, and you are good with animals and children.
Simply put, you enjoy bueaty in all its forms and live for the simple pleasures in life.
Gentle, sensitive, and compassionate - you are good at recognizing people's unspoken needs.
You would make a good veterinarian, pediatrician, or composer. |
I just like it because I think it's funny that it says I'm a good artist or musician. But I like that it says I'll be a good vet. And I do consider myself good with animals and children. So there is some truth to it. Not that I put much value in these quizzes.
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2005 10 May :: 12.37am
Your SAT Score of 1400 Means:
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You Scored Higher Than Howard Stern
You Scored Higher Than George W. Bush
You Scored Higher Than Al Gore
You Scored Higher Than David Duchovny
You Scored the Same as Natalie Portman
You Scored Lower Than Bill Gates |
Your IQ is most likely in the 130-140 range |
Equivalent ACT score: 31 |
Schools that Fit Your SAT Score:
Amherst College
Dartmouth College
Williams College
University of Pennsylvania
Columbia University |
This only kinda makes me more bitter. Stupid Penn..
Oh well, atleast I'm smarter than Bush....that's not saying much.
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2005 9 May :: 10.34pm
Stolen from Amanda
Your Political Profile
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Overall: 30% Conservative, 70% Liberal
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Social Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal
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Personal Responsibility: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal
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Fiscal Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal
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Ethics: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal
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Defense and Crime: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal
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I really think the Bush Regime Presidency has made me more liberal. Just sooooo many things I disagree with. Not going to get into it now, I need to study history.
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