Friday, January 31, 2003

I have come to despise this Young Artist Competition. It's really quite hopeless. I'm not going to win. Period. I am far below the other four. For Pete's sake, Helen is there!! I don't know what everyone is thinking when they say I have a chance to beat Helen. Plus, I'm doing it from memory, which can lead to some interesting (horrible) things. I have a strange premonition that I am going to do really bad, and I can't shake it off. This speech is kind of out of character to me, but I just cant change what I feel. Oh well. If none else, at least I'll be playing with Linda Mark. Shes the awsomest awsome in the world.
Haha. I'm here at home, writing in my blogger while you are all at school. Hahahahahahahaha. But you dont have to do Competition. I cant wait till its over so I dont have to worry about it anymore. It's not like I'm worried about the results. It wouldnt make a difference to me if I made first or 5th (except that the top three get money...). I really, truly, don't care. All I care about is looking like a fool out there by forgetting my music, which is my principle fear. Oh man. I cant wait till this is over. Hopefully I'll have enough time on Sunday to come and blog my results. But really, people, dont be expecting anything beautiful.

Thursday, January 30, 2003

"The mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering"
-Wuthering Heights

Sunday, January 26, 2003

Hey, ya know what tastes really bad? Neosporin. (sp)
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Friday, January 24, 2003

...because I'm an IDIOT, that's why.

Tuesday, January 21, 2003

I just wrote a knockout book report. Go read Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift, everyone. Right now. I demand it. It will surely give a new view on human society which, if you are like me, you have never even thought of before. Go read it.

Sunday, January 19, 2003

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Friday, January 17, 2003

Bloggggerrr
I thought today was gonna be a really bad day. I woke up late and had to rush in the morning, all the flutes were gone in band and I practically made a fool of myself because everyone could hear how bad I played, and my metronome spontaneously went off in first block, turning heads to an A-440 (its REALLY REALLY loud in a quiet room). But my day turned out pretty dang good, other than the fact that cool people were gone to all-county, leaving me with just a trace of jealosy because I didnt get to go. But we watched movies (not videos, movies.) in two classes and I aced two quizzes, so all is good.
I want to blog more but there's not really anything else on my mind. Just happy weekend time. I should finish my book. The report is due Wed. Mr. Connell's class isn't really so bad. We do something different every day, and time seems to fly. French is, um, french. That's all I'm gonna say about that. Orchestra was cool today because I got to do all the solos. Except it was all the loser strings left so it didnt sound quite as good as it usually does. And then precalculus. That class is easy so far, but I know better than to think it will stay that way the whole time. I know what's coming. Evil.

Here's a line from a stand up comedian that I heard about from Mike today:
"So one time my friend was like, "You want a frozen banana?" and I was like, "No, but I'd like a regular banana later, so yes."
I dont know why that was so funny. I guess it's in the presentation. Mind you, I dont think those are the exact words, but whatever.

Monday, January 13, 2003

AllstateAllstateAllstate

They should totally make a story about our band. If they did, this would be the time that tempers would flare because people who are not necessarily as good as other people made a higher chair then them in auditions. Haha that was such bad grammer. Anyway, it would be soo cool because there are so many different personalities within band and orchestra. Craig is, like, the funny crazy one. There are smart people, cute people, awsome musicians, hilarious people, people like Erin and me (you know what I mean), jealous people. There are crushes, competition, inside jokes galore. We could totally make a sitcom out of our band. And it would be so cool. We'd all have our place. One night last year during marching band season (which is not surprising because all you think about during marching band season is band band band) I had a dream that they were making a movie about our band called flutez. Yes, flutez. It's the cool way to spell it. All I remember is all the flute players went out with trombone players. And I was mad because I didnt get that big a part in the movie. Haha. I have such crazy dreams.

I dont wanna go back to school. Waaaah. Oh wait. I already did go back. I should be doing my makeup work. Im such a slacker. Mr. Connell doesnt even care about the makeup work. I asked him about it, and he was like "Oh yeah, you missed like 45190437501745865 worksheets and 8154610104756398 tests." And he never gave me the worksheets or told me when to make up the tests. And I was like, "Ok when can I make this up?" and he was like "Oh, sometime in the next never" and I was like "awsome man, lotsa 0's on makeup work!" and he was like "Im a busy man. Go away" and I was like "Kay bye you are awsome!!!"

Sunday, January 05, 2003

Why am I blogging? I'm fresh out of cool stuff to talk about. I guess that means I'll have to resort to a story again. Eh.

One day, in a faraway village, there lived a lovely little puppy named Koko. Everyone loved Koko so much, but he had no owner. He was cute, spunky, and most of all smart. He really had it all. He was always saving people out of wells etc. Ya know, basically being a hero to the village. Well, not everyone adored Koko so much. One man in the town had a rival doggie. His dog was fierce but beatiful. His dog was one of the finest dogs the world has ever seen. But the dog's fame was always overshadowed by Koko. Well, one day the owner of this dog got sick of it. He maliciously threw Koko into a well and watched him drown. He played it off to the rest of the village, saying his dog had valiantly tried to save Koko, but they were too late. But the villagers were not stupid. They could not be fooled that easily. And in revenge for their lost precious Koko, they threw the man's dog into the well and he, too, drowned. As the two dogs' corpses floated away, one wise villager whispered "All is lost." Later that day, bad men came to the town, and there were no dogs to protect the people. The bad men burned the crops and left the whole village a wasteland. The villagers were forced to move. But the legend of Koko still lives on.

Wow. I'm kinda proud of that one. Its funny because my stories usually make no sense. It kinda has a dumb ending, though. Oh well. It's good enough for the 10 minutes I spent on it.

School starts tomorrow. I don't want to think of it. It's gonna make me sick. At least I'll get to see my friends every day again. I guess.

Thursday, January 02, 2003

Ya know what this is? Crap. I hate it.

Its dangerous to get so close so fast; you do not have roots to hold you down if a storm comes.
May you live in peace, Shannon.

Blogging makes me feel better. The thought that other people have to deal with far worse things humbles me.

If anyone happened to read what I read before, don't worry. It's been taken care of.

Wednesday, January 01, 2003

Ha ha haa!!
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Idiots are funny