Steamy Pants

Oh my god, I was sooo hot, then in the school I was so cold, then after school I was so hot that when I took off my pants, they were steamy.

I went to pick up my 5 steps to a 5 US history book @ Barns and Nobles and ate at Potbelly's which has not only some great sandwhiches, but the best chili I've ever had. That's right, I got chili. I know, I was just as shocked as you were. They had this cola that was microbrewed with green tea.

Those of you who know me know that I got my class ring today. You also know that it is uglier than sin....or my yearbook picture. I have, however, decided that I like the ring and will slowly acclimate myself to a short, routine wearing during the indoor band rehearsals because I feel accepted enough there to not be too ridiculed.

Ok, so I went to church--wipe that expression off your face--and it wasn't even my own--it was Auburn's. It was surprisingly intimate and cool, and I finally got to learn the words to Shout to the Lord--the theme song of all those Time-Life worship CD commercials. Auburn then went on to take me to lunch at a Subway 5 miles from here house that we drove 25 miles to get to. Auburn is the best driver on earth--if you want to go to the Piggly Wiggly in Denton.

Winds of Change

Ok, so I've made some changes to the comments section. Or rather I have employed some of blogger's options. Whenever you comment, you have to type a word verification so I don't get junk comments, and now Anyone con comment on my blog. This means everybody, including you. So, there Auburn.

Week Two

Confusion--possibly the worst of all feelings. One can combine comfusion with a myriad of emotions, and the outcome is never pleasant. Confused about your feelings, about Algebra, it doesn't matter. It all adds up to be an awful experience.

Woo

Summer Bloggin had me a blast
summer bloggin happened so faaast (and cut)

Raise your hand if you should be doing precal!...........




..........or English!.......................




........or Accounting!..............


I'm going to see how much work I can get done in the morning...............

Oh, no! The balogna's out of the sack! (for you Auburn)

............new favorite songs: My humps, Dirty little secret, the weird leadership camp song that about shakin' your body.


.......................BAND!!!...SIR!!!...........................
...........................................................*check*.....
.............................*back to sir*.............................Ten hut n'....hwuuyght............up 2 out 2 back to down 2, up 2 out 2 back 2 down 2, up 2 down 2, up 2 down 2, up 2 down 2, stand, pull and touch 2, 3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16, 17, 18, 19, UP!!.1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,HALT, LEFT, 2,3 HALT, RIGHT 2, 3 HALT, BACK 2, 3 HALT RIGHT, 2, 3 HALT BACK 2,3,4,5,6. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,UP!!. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,HALT, PIVOT 2,3,4,5,6,7,8 DOWN CHANGE 2,3,4,5,6,7 HALT, PIVOT 2,3,4,5,6,7, 8 DOWN 1,2,3,4,5,6,7, HALFWAY, 9, 10, 11, 12,13,14,15,HALT, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,HALT, 1, 2. 1,2,3,4,5,6. 1,2,3,4,5,HALT, BACKWARDS 2,3,4,5,6. 1,2,3,4,5,STRIDE2345678. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20. DOWN 2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,HALT, UP!!!!

If you fully understand and recognize the above passage, congratulations for being in band.

Tab & Funyuns

The best meal ever. Yesterday I babysat for my sister and her friend, then the next day we went to Wal Mart, and I found some Tab that was made in 1993. I bought the tab despite several warnings from my sister, and found it to be one of the most revolting sodas ever devised, second only to those awful Mexican sodas with hunks of sugar floating in them. I still have to write my about me poem and finish those flash cards, but instead I'm playing defend your castle. Maybe tomorrow I'll have some insightful and witty commentary about how crappy my day was today, but until then, let the rivers flow with the blood of the stick figures attacking my castle.

Fallen Remembrances

Not referring to Americans Lost. I just got back from babysitting. I watched "The Order" with Heath Ledger and the entire cast of "A Knights Tale" and I was surprised at how good it was. Its enough to make me want to be a priest, jk.

Guess who I ran into today??.....................Anybody?.............Krissy Dixon. Guess where.....................Tom Thumb in McKinney. She looks the same, she sounds the same, she's not pregnant, she doesn't look like she's on drugs, and she is graduating a year early...it's all we could ask for. Its strange to see people that you were once so close to and suddenly realize that your lives are unfathomably different, now. A special bond is formed with the people your in a play with, and Krissy will always be my duck.


I heard a Dixie Chicks song on the radio today. This faint ray gives me hope that they will one day be played regularly in Texas once again. That is why the radio is better than having CD's or an MP3 player: there is the chance of that random song coming on that will send you reeling through your memory--through the catacombs of your own fallen remembrances.

What would be a good euphemism for 'Stupid English Department'?

I ask of you, what is the point of having an AP class or a Pre-AP class if it is going to be catered towards people that have no business being in a higher level class. Every year, in an attempt to "better acclimate student" or "instill organizational skill" and "good study habits", classes of a higher caliber at Ye Olde Celina High gravitate more towards zero (that is, as X approaches 0, the IQ required to be in the AP class approaches zero as well)

Get a clue, people. Maybe if you don't have good study skills or are lazy and unorganized you should--oh, I don't know--NOT BE IN AN AP CLASS! I must link to a post from my Miserable friend that accurately describes the current situation which catalyzes these currently harbored feelings

When I came into English 1 as a freshman, we began the year by learning about nouns. Now this is just my opinion, but don't you think a pre-ap class should know what a noun is. Now, Mrs. Kelly is asking questions about grammar, and nobody can answer them because we never got to anything more advanced than PREPOSITIONS.

I wish to go back in time and kill the inventor of the note card. I cannot think of a time when the note card has been a help to me. They are a waste of paper, ink, space, and money. Now that we have to make advanced flash cards with pictures, I'll spend too much time thinking about what reminds me of the word instead of learning the word.

Now that the english classes have been streamlined, (who teaches english one, it better be coach shorty shorts) the lower grades (apparently) are not required to write vocab essays, and analogies are out because they aren't even on the SAT anymore. Nobody can be outstanding anymore because we have to homogenize into stpid grey people in plaid shorts.

I would like to give a shout out to Auburn because she can't comment. I would also like to state that she is the coolest euphonium section leader this side of Mississippi.

A Nice Poem...

....definitely not by Walt Whitman

To all of you strong-willed people out there.

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever Gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried alould

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloodied but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how straight the gate,

How charged with punishemnts the

scroll

I am the Master of my Fate

And the Captian of my Soul

You call that a line!?

First week down, about 35 more to go. Thinking about it in weeks makes it seem so short, doesn't it. So many things to do, and so much time in which to procrastinate. I don't think a have a complaint about a single class. I don't know what my life will be driven by, now. I'm looking for something bad, because its impossible for me to enjoy every class.

I read "A Streetcar Named Desire" last night so I could stay in my English Class. GO DEADLINES!

Ok, the people on MTV are stupid....

Let me preface this by saying two things: 1) MTV does many stupid things, this is just an example of one. 2) Every morning while getting ready to go to band, I watch a combination of Videomaniac, Jump Start, and MTV Video Wake-up.

....Ok, so I was watching, on MTV, the video for My Chemical Romance's Helena, and about 12 seconds into it, I noticed something terribly wrong. The station had brightened, intensified, and oversaturated the color. Now, if you've seen this video, you know that it is supposed to carry very drab black and grey tones (the pale skin of the band members looks especially pale and grey) because it is a funeral setting and is supposed to be kind of gothic and sad. They peoples skin was almost tan looking and certainly more healthy looking than was the intended effect. The dead girl didn't look dead, and you could tell the difference in all the colors much better due to heightened contrast. So I ask you, who was the idiot who was like "oh, they messeded this 'un up--they forgots to put in the coluur"

Switching gears, what is up with the lack of line making skills in our band. All that sets are are a series of interrelated lines or curves, so wouldn't it be obvious that if you are not part of one of these that you are wrong!!!??? Any freshmen, besides the good ones (and you know who you are) that read this (even if they don't) should be ashamed. Any upperclassmen struggling with lines should quit band and become a garbage collector.

Am I the only one...

who gets oddly selfconscious when Mr. Rutherford gushes on the band during our performances? I almost feel like we shouldn't be wasting these peoples' time.

I'd like to give a shout out to all the people trying to do their precalculus algebra assesment and failing miserably.

I really have to work instead of type into the nothingness, but before I do, I leave you with this question: Why do the most popular condiments have to be red and yellow in color and stain things that come within 3 feet of them. Food was nice and neat before ketchup, mustard, and salsa came along. I never had a tortilla chip stain on my shirts before.

!st day

My hand's all sweaty! Ok, how pathetic am I? It is only the first day and I'm already looking for an excuse to not come to band. I know that I'm going to get a detention in Spanish II, because I am going to clash with the teacher who makes me use a stupid zippy binder!

If anyone cares, I have arranged my links in score order!!! I have also added a link to the hornist nest.

I love the new grading system.

It doesn't feel like school ever let out. There is nothing 'new' about the school year. The smell of freshly sharpened pencils that used to waft into the rooms that let you know that the school year had again begun was absent and replaced by the sound of the plastic freshmen (catch the mean girls reference?)

How did a person from Howe get my email address?

So many people are in A lunch, it is most awesome. I am so excited that I get to have lunch with Kendra and Auburn at the same time for the first time. I have missed my tuna sooo much over the summer.

Remember kids, don't get lost in the shuffle.

Euph.

eu·pho·ny: Agreeable sound, especially in the phonetic quality of words. Any agreeable (pleasing and harmonious) sounds
[French euphonie, from Late Latin euphnia, from Greek euphni, from euphnos, sweet-voiced : eu-, eu- + phn, sound; see bh-2 in Indo-European Roots.]

eu·pho·ni·um: A brass wind instrument similar to the tuba but having a somewhat higher pitch and a mellower sound. A device for producing euphony
[From Greek euphnos, sweet-voiced. See euphony.]

If that doesn't say what the best instrument is, I don't know what does. The instrument preferred by more Greeks.

Shoes, Phallic Refernces, and Dirty Water

While I sit here and post about my new shoes and london t-shirt, many of my band friends are enjoying playing in the filthy lake at the Celina Band's annual lake day. After spending much of the last week at Parris's house, I have exhausted my talent for finding phallic references in Disney movies.
Blogging has become somewhat Sissyphean for me in the past week because of band camp and two-a-days and forming corn. When school starts, I'll finally have something else to post about besides band! (well, maybe not)
Things of note that happened today:

Improved my mile time

Wasn't mean to the Velders

Recieved only on of Auburn's "bad officer awards"

Learned how to close the band's storage shed

Saw two alumni of the Celina Band Program: Crias (spelled this way simply for clarity reasons)and Mitchell (at the post office!!?....In Mckinney!!?)

Got awsome shoes, but they are marketed as football shoes (how embarrasing) and even have a football helmet on the inside sole.

Tried the new shaked green tea lemonade at Starbucks (being a fan of the shaken passion tea lemonade)

Added two more England clothing items to my collection.

Actually blogged

Dr. Tim and Two-a-days; summer is over

Well, even though I really didn't do much for summer, the band season is in full swing. Dr. Tim was last night and we went with the Howe band people. Two a days are going about as expected, everyone is too tired and lazy to work hard or do the rest of their summer reading. Since I have nothing better to say about the drudgery of band and back-to-school, here are the lyrics to the new band theme song, Sugar, we're going down:


Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
[x2]

Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(Notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
[x2]

Down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down (down, down)
Down, down (down, down)
We're going down, down (down, down)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

[Note: The correct lyrics really say "GOD complex". It was confirmed by band members]

Wind in the Willows

Who out there has seen this movie. The one with the almost claymation looking toad, mole, and badger? I forgot how much I love it.

Lulu's back in town

As much as I luuuurve band camp, I am most jubilant to be home where I'm not forced to eat three crappy meals a day. For lack of a better way to describe the total agony (but fun agony) of band camp and the naked blockades therewith, I shall give a day-by-day summation

Monday

Not too much happened on Sunday: We arrived. Mr. Rutherford told his palace story (which I intend to write down someday so I can retell it), but he didn't get to talk about the shoes. Anyway, on Monday we find out that the shitty (literally) camp water is not potable, so everyone puts out a call and has bottled water brought out resulting in too much bottled water at the end of camp

Tuesday

I got three free Dr. Peppers. Despite my greatest efforts, I screwed up something again. I got the scores for snow caps all wrong. Clayton already is becomming annoying. Mr. R kept us almost an hour too late at our evening rehearsal. Nobody can see the lines and hashes becasue the rain washed the diesel away before it could kill the grass. The ground was full of cracks and it was way too hard to march.

Wednesday

We formed the corn, played charades, are very sore, and Mr. Rutehrford begins to pick on me for being too "argumentative." Parris and I officially became geriatric. "Sugar, we're going down"becomes the official song of camp. The superiority of the Very Berry Muffin and Strawberry Quaker Oat Bars are realized

Thursday

Nessun Dorma sounds awesome, "Goodbye Earl" is sung, amazing pizza is eaten, variations on "form the corn" abound, we left camp.

Friday

We played for the parents (it sucked). We saw Colt and he told us how much he loved band (obviously not enough to stay in it). I played the clarinet (don't tell anyone), and I went home with Cain (after having subway with Jenny and Tiffany and Cain) and we had wild sex watched a movie.

I have now listened to Sugar we're going down for three straight hours in the background continuously.