Yeah, okay I was in a really weird mood last night so no one get offended if I said something weird or unusual to you.
Yay for water balloons. I live for water balloons. Water balloons are my life.
Oh and I finished my biography stuff (!!) Which means I only have two books to read and two assignmnets to do.
Yay registration. Yay bad drivers. Yay Friday. Really on the last one.
Wednesday, July 30, 2003
Gaah. I wish I was back at Cannon. Everything there was easy and no one ever got mad because of stupid stuff. I'm starting to think home=stress.
Ok no one cares, but here are my problems:
1) Enough sleep, but still extremely tired. Explain that? Tiredness makes everything worse.
2) I still have two books and three assignments to do for AP class. And I have have marching band every day. How am I gonna find time to do it?
3) I suck on flute again. This time, I dont know why. Maybe its because I never practice at home anymore. Maybe its because my flute has been in the hot car all day for the past three days. I dont know. But I sound awful.
4) I have a major decision to make about youth orchestras. I'm not gonna go into details about this, but it worries me
5) I'm either getting disliked or paranoid. Even with friends I sometimes feel like I'm just an annoyance to have around. I think it may be paranoia (SP) but I dont know. It has to be based on something...
6) See Alyssa's last post. I'm feeling some of that, though not quite as bad.
7) People are being stupid. You know who you are.
Yeah, but heres a good thing: I saw Aimee today! Hooray for Aimee!
And stuffz.
Don't cry.
Don't raise your eyes.
It's only teenage wasteland.
Ok no one cares, but here are my problems:
1) Enough sleep, but still extremely tired. Explain that? Tiredness makes everything worse.
2) I still have two books and three assignments to do for AP class. And I have have marching band every day. How am I gonna find time to do it?
3) I suck on flute again. This time, I dont know why. Maybe its because I never practice at home anymore. Maybe its because my flute has been in the hot car all day for the past three days. I dont know. But I sound awful.
4) I have a major decision to make about youth orchestras. I'm not gonna go into details about this, but it worries me
5) I'm either getting disliked or paranoid. Even with friends I sometimes feel like I'm just an annoyance to have around. I think it may be paranoia (SP) but I dont know. It has to be based on something...
6) See Alyssa's last post. I'm feeling some of that, though not quite as bad.
7) People are being stupid. You know who you are.
Yeah, but heres a good thing: I saw Aimee today! Hooray for Aimee!
And stuffz.
Don't cry.
Don't raise your eyes.
It's only teenage wasteland.
Friday, July 25, 2003
My Lawd. Lets make today the "Ignore-Ashley-more-than-usual-day!"
Unless, of course, you happen to be someone I'm trying to aviod. In that case, go right ahead, talk to me.
I'm not gonna bore everyone with stupid problems or personal stuff. I think I should talk about our new show:
This wonderfully crafted show includes songs from hit movies Back to the Future, Superman, and Robin Hood. All three songs have exciting, catchy themes which a listener falls in love with the very first time he hears it. The drill is simply amazing. Not only does it fit in perfectly with the music, but it also includes flashy, cool visuals such as striking a pose, kneeling and playing, and signature Eau Gallie moves. It will be tough, no not tough, near impossible to pull off, but if we do, it will be the most amazing show in the history of the THS marching band (and thats saying a lot ^_^) And I have faith.
I'm psyched about this show and this season! It's gonna be AWESOME!!!!!! Our freshman are great, and thats saying something in itself.
Ya know what was weird about camp? I'm OLDER than people. Seriously. I was older than most people at Cannon. I don't feel older. I might look a little older than I did before, but I'm still in the Sophomore mindset. People say they will be freshman forever, I say I'll be a sophomore forever. And now it's like, okay, it's not amazing anymore that you know whats going on, it's not amazing anymore that youre good, it's not amazing anymore that youre taking AP classes. These things are expected of upperclassmen, and I'm starting to feel more and more...normal. Camp was hardly encouraging to flute playing, in fact, it was more like a punch in the face. No, I'm not the best. But I'm good. But camp didn't even really reflect that. Ahh, to be a young, problemless freshman again. I miss the good old days of freshman year. Hardly anything to deal with. Make new friends, get through [easy] classes, dont get lost. Those were the worries on my mind as I entered high school. And now...oh so much more.
I'd say thats enough rambling for now, and I need to do some stuff.
Unless, of course, you happen to be someone I'm trying to aviod. In that case, go right ahead, talk to me.
I'm not gonna bore everyone with stupid problems or personal stuff. I think I should talk about our new show:
This wonderfully crafted show includes songs from hit movies Back to the Future, Superman, and Robin Hood. All three songs have exciting, catchy themes which a listener falls in love with the very first time he hears it. The drill is simply amazing. Not only does it fit in perfectly with the music, but it also includes flashy, cool visuals such as striking a pose, kneeling and playing, and signature Eau Gallie moves. It will be tough, no not tough, near impossible to pull off, but if we do, it will be the most amazing show in the history of the THS marching band (and thats saying a lot ^_^) And I have faith.
I'm psyched about this show and this season! It's gonna be AWESOME!!!!!! Our freshman are great, and thats saying something in itself.
Ya know what was weird about camp? I'm OLDER than people. Seriously. I was older than most people at Cannon. I don't feel older. I might look a little older than I did before, but I'm still in the Sophomore mindset. People say they will be freshman forever, I say I'll be a sophomore forever. And now it's like, okay, it's not amazing anymore that you know whats going on, it's not amazing anymore that youre good, it's not amazing anymore that youre taking AP classes. These things are expected of upperclassmen, and I'm starting to feel more and more...normal. Camp was hardly encouraging to flute playing, in fact, it was more like a punch in the face. No, I'm not the best. But I'm good. But camp didn't even really reflect that. Ahh, to be a young, problemless freshman again. I miss the good old days of freshman year. Hardly anything to deal with. Make new friends, get through [easy] classes, dont get lost. Those were the worries on my mind as I entered high school. And now...oh so much more.
I'd say thats enough rambling for now, and I need to do some stuff.
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
Sunday, July 20, 2003
Oh yeah, Im online so I must say stuff. Topic: Goodbyes. Nothing is more important when leaving somone than saying goodbye. And nothing is worse than not saying goodbye. When seeing people at Cannon for possibly and probably the last time ever in my life, I made sure to give a sound goodbye to everyone. I was deathly afraid of missing someone and not having said goodbye, but I dont think I forgot anybody. Moral of the story? Say goodbye when you are leaving. It makes people mad when you don't.
Also learned at Cannon: how to hug. I could hardly be called the hugging type before Cannon, but there everyone was so open that I'm not so....afraid anymore. Sounds small, I know, but I also know that its the little things that count. REALLY.
And dude, dont put styrafoam in the microwave.
Also learned at Cannon: how to hug. I could hardly be called the hugging type before Cannon, but there everyone was so open that I'm not so....afraid anymore. Sounds small, I know, but I also know that its the little things that count. REALLY.
And dude, dont put styrafoam in the microwave.
"There's no place like home."
Ain't it the truth.
There were bad times at camp and loads and loads of good times. The memories I want to keep forever, the people I never want to leave. The music is priceless, the experience is endless. I didn't want it to end, but it did. Thank you everyone for making my camp experience so life-lasting. Please everyone stay in touch, you know who you are!
When I was there, I felt like that was where I belonged. But now that I come home, I know I was wrong and this is where I belong. Although I did feel quite at home there, this is my real home and these are the people in my real life. Thank you also, friends, for emailing me when I was away. Every email I read brought up my spirits and made me feel wonderful. No matter what it said or who it was from.
Matt=person X
I figured it out
Ain't it the truth.
There were bad times at camp and loads and loads of good times. The memories I want to keep forever, the people I never want to leave. The music is priceless, the experience is endless. I didn't want it to end, but it did. Thank you everyone for making my camp experience so life-lasting. Please everyone stay in touch, you know who you are!
When I was there, I felt like that was where I belonged. But now that I come home, I know I was wrong and this is where I belong. Although I did feel quite at home there, this is my real home and these are the people in my real life. Thank you also, friends, for emailing me when I was away. Every email I read brought up my spirits and made me feel wonderful. No matter what it said or who it was from.
Matt=person X
I figured it out
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
Ya know, I dont know how many people read this page anymore, but Im just gonna keep on trucking. Im a survivor. Or something.
Kay so I was stupid and didnt bring a formal dress to wear at the banquet. Yeah Im an idiot yadda yadda. So I get here and find out that everyone is wearing, like, their prom dress. So I freak out but I dont want to tell my mom to send it because I feel like she will yell and stuffz. So being the smart person that I am, I wait until two days before the banquet to ask her to send it. Which I didnt think she was going to but shes the best mom in the world so she did. Which just spend more money because it had to be through overnight mail which costs a whollop more than regular mail. And now it might not even get here on time plus I cost my parents money plus Im stupid. And the banquet/dance thing is tonight.
Theres my story of the day.
Oh yeah and its "Many mumbling mice are making midnight music in the moonlight. Mighty nice"
No more theory!
Kay so I was stupid and didnt bring a formal dress to wear at the banquet. Yeah Im an idiot yadda yadda. So I get here and find out that everyone is wearing, like, their prom dress. So I freak out but I dont want to tell my mom to send it because I feel like she will yell and stuffz. So being the smart person that I am, I wait until two days before the banquet to ask her to send it. Which I didnt think she was going to but shes the best mom in the world so she did. Which just spend more money because it had to be through overnight mail which costs a whollop more than regular mail. And now it might not even get here on time plus I cost my parents money plus Im stupid. And the banquet/dance thing is tonight.
Theres my story of the day.
Oh yeah and its "Many mumbling mice are making midnight music in the moonlight. Mighty nice"
No more theory!
Monday, July 14, 2003
I'll try to recreate the first conversation of the day today as well as I can.
While walking along to the music building, someone who I know by face and name but I have never talked to before comes up and starts talking to me:
Nat: Hello girl who never smiles
Me: Hello.
Nat: Whats your name again?
Me: Ashley
Nat: Hi. Im Nat.
Me: I thought your name was Nathan or Nathaniel or something
Nat: People call me Nat.
Me: Oh.
short pause in the conversation while still making the 10 minute trek to the music building
Nat: I'm Angel's man (Angel being a friend I met here)
Me: I know
Nat: I get beat up a lot
Me: Oh.
Nat: Its because Im a wussy. Never be a wuss. If you are gonna be anything, be a big biker.
Me: Okay.
Nat: And you have to have the goatee. But it has to be the kind of goatee with two spots of hair that spike down. I bet you could grow a goatee if you wanted to. I bet if you shanved your chin enough you could grow one. Men make sex changes, so why can't you grow a goatee?
Me: Maybe if I was taking steriods.
At this point Angel attacks Nat and the conversation has ended.
Pretty interesting people here, no doubt. Hey ya know whats cool about the guys here? They open doors for girls. No joke. Every one of them. And they dont expect "thank you" or anything. They just do it. I find it amazing what a difference a seemingly insignifigant detail like that can make. I think chivalry is quite dead in Florida. But here, guys know whats going on. They got the "LD."
Saw the Hulk the other day. Cant say I was impressed. But the double screen thing was pretty cool. I guess.
While walking along to the music building, someone who I know by face and name but I have never talked to before comes up and starts talking to me:
Nat: Hello girl who never smiles
Me: Hello.
Nat: Whats your name again?
Me: Ashley
Nat: Hi. Im Nat.
Me: I thought your name was Nathan or Nathaniel or something
Nat: People call me Nat.
Me: Oh.
short pause in the conversation while still making the 10 minute trek to the music building
Nat: I'm Angel's man (Angel being a friend I met here)
Me: I know
Nat: I get beat up a lot
Me: Oh.
Nat: Its because Im a wussy. Never be a wuss. If you are gonna be anything, be a big biker.
Me: Okay.
Nat: And you have to have the goatee. But it has to be the kind of goatee with two spots of hair that spike down. I bet you could grow a goatee if you wanted to. I bet if you shanved your chin enough you could grow one. Men make sex changes, so why can't you grow a goatee?
Me: Maybe if I was taking steriods.
At this point Angel attacks Nat and the conversation has ended.
Pretty interesting people here, no doubt. Hey ya know whats cool about the guys here? They open doors for girls. No joke. Every one of them. And they dont expect "thank you" or anything. They just do it. I find it amazing what a difference a seemingly insignifigant detail like that can make. I think chivalry is quite dead in Florida. But here, guys know whats going on. They got the "LD."
Saw the Hulk the other day. Cant say I was impressed. But the double screen thing was pretty cool. I guess.
Friday, July 11, 2003
A big black bug bit a big black bear.
Mama made me mash my m and ms.
Many mighty mice are making midnight music in the moonlight. How nice.
I can move my hands on the piano. Yaaaaaay.
Thanks everyone for the emails. I love you guys. But not you, Josh. YOU didnt give me an email.
Finished HP!!! Got TP!!!!
Mama made me mash my m and ms.
Many mighty mice are making midnight music in the moonlight. How nice.
I can move my hands on the piano. Yaaaaaay.
Thanks everyone for the emails. I love you guys. But not you, Josh. YOU didnt give me an email.
Finished HP!!! Got TP!!!!
