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.

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.

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.

Okay, guys heres the deal:
Marching band the next two days. From 8 till 9. Thats 8AM till 9PM. Yeah. So I won't be online, and cant go do anything at night. Or during the day. So you'll just have to wait. I'm sure you'll live. ::wink::

Must...read....Dr. Suess....

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.

And a special thanks to Rebecca, who put up with me the whole time while managing to come out of it with both of us in one piece and in each other's good graces. I don't know what I would've done without you. ::sappy music::

"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

I'm home!
I'm home!

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!

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.

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!!!!

Ok, the stupid upid librarians decided that we were tainting their music library or something, so now I can only go online (post email etc) in the student union which is 467365986087 miles away from everything. That means I wont be checking email as often, so just be patient if you send me one. Oh well. At least the keyboards arent messed up here.

I figured out one day that a typical class schedule day here (for me) includes about 6 hours of playing music, about an hour and a half of studying music without playing it, and about 2 hours of reading harry potter. Heck, I just finished practicing...for two hours...straight...I guess thats why they call it a MUSIC camp, huh? Anywho, I'm having lots of fun here, theres so much freedom. Except for classes, theres no one to tell you where to go, what to do, what to EAT. And I like that. Because for the most part, I'm responsible and can take care of myself. I've always thought of myself as an independant person.

Anything funny happen here, you ask? Yeah, sure. The cheerleaders are here and everyone is having a blast making fun of them. Ive made a couple new friends and theres jokes galore. I SHOULD NOT BE IN THEORY 5. I have no idea how I got into that class, but I havent a clue what is going on. I had a sheet for homework the other day, and it took me an hour to do, and rebecca had to practically do it for me. (Thank you soo much, rebecca!) We had our first concert yesterday. I played in wind emsemble and rebecca in honors string quartet. It went...well. Ya know, the usual.
Flute choir is still null and piano class is cool. Monday is masterclass day! Woo! Not really. Not really woo, that is. Does katie read this? Oh well, Katie, remember the william benett masterclass? Its like 3 times worse. Eh.

I'm not really homesick yet, I dont think, which is suprising since this is the longest and farthest Ive been away from home without my parents. But Ive been having dreams everyday. Once I had one about new york when I lived there and my old friends who live there, one time I had one set in joshs house with his family, and one time I had a nightmare set place in erins house with erin and an evil gang who played baseball in her front yard. They wanted to get me. Im sure you all care, though. For the time being, I'm quite happy with it all. Except my chair. Not that the flute players ahead of me are worse than me, dont get me wrong, they are all very good and I'm prolly in the place I should be, but hearing the piccolo player in orchestra makes me cringe. A lot. I hate when people are out of tune and cant even hear it. I mean, its one thing to hear that youre out of tune and not be able to fix it, but its a totally different thing to not even hear that youre out of tune at all. Oh well. I get to play picc in band. Which is sometimes better than orchestra. Yeah, you kep telling yourself that, Ashley.

What next? Lunch. Yum-Yum's sushi bar. Haha just kiddin.

I like frozen marshmellows, smores, Teddy Grahms, (which are better than goldfish HEATHER DUMB) chocolate an other assorted candy, easy cheese (and dont say its bad because I like it and Im not gonna listen to you.), chicken of any kind, and stuffz. Thats my diet here. Sort of not really.

There are these wooden stairs here that I like to call THE STAIRS OF DEATH. Because you almost die by going up them. And theres no turning back. I'm getting better...at least I'm better than Rebecca (sorry lol but its true). If the construction was done, we'd have to walk like two feet. But nooooo, we have to climb the stairs of death every day instead. Oh well. Thats life I guess. Oh yeah and I have the worst sense of direction ever. If it werent for rebecca, I wouldve gotten lost 4393920 times and gone out 4390489378653479 wrong doors. Thats me though ^_^

"WE'RE ALL OUT OF BEAR CLAWS!!!"

Do you people not listen to me? Cmon guys, bring in the email!! I know you can do it! The only people who have listened are my flute teacher and Asher. C'mon, I know you guys can do better thn that.

Ahh, day one of classes are over. I somehow got into music theory 5 out of six (I have a lurking suspicion that this is not the theory class I should be in and it was a scheduling conflict) which they canceled both yesterday and today. Then two free periods where I am usually gonna either observe the orchestra rehersal, practice, or go Online. Then I have beginning piano, which I like for the simple reason that it's something new. And I like pianos and learning new stuff. Plus you have an inborn good tone on piano.
Then I have concert choir, which I havent done yet either because yesterday was a boys rehersal day. Then lunch, then wind ensemble. I get to play piccolo. One small achievement for a small town flutist. It wasn't even an achievement. It's just no one else wanted to play it. Anywho, we're playing some pretty dumb and pretty cool stuff there. Right now the program for the next concert is the band arrangement of "Outdoor Overture" by Copeland, a weird contemporary band piece called "Song" by someguy, and "Washington Greys", also by someguy.
After that I have Alexander Technique, which is supposidly gonna get better on the second day. All we did the first day was listen to the teacher complain about how many people are in the class. I hope it does get better. After that, my last class of the day is ::grimace:: the dreaded flute choir. Bleh times a thousand. I'm seriously thinking about dropping that class. The music is unbearably easy, most of the people there play out of tune, and I don't like flute choirs to start with. And flute players are kinda....weird people.

So yeah, thats my schedule for the next 25 or so days. I'm happy, though, because I'm already making friends. I'm still kinda put off by my placement, but I'm gonna have to live with it because theres nothing I can do. I'm gonna try to beg my techer to play in the honors rectial. Dang good flutists always gettin in my way. Grrr. I'll show them. One day I'm gonna be a star, and the audience will love me, and I'll love them for lovin me, and they'll love me for lovin them. And we'll looove each other. And that's because none of us got enough love in our childhood. And thats music biz...kid.

Heres a link to the picture, I hope.

http://www.southmeckband.com/cannon2/index.htm

Theres a funny picture of me and rebecca holding up a sign that says "hi mom!" Its actually a paper plate, but eh. Theres also a picture before that of me eating some pizza and laughing because the guy took sooo long to take the picture. Look every once in a while, you never know when we'll turn up...

OK you guyses. Dont get all weepy and teary eyes when you read this just because Im gone. Yes, I know loss can be hard to deal with and you all love me so dearly much, but what Im really saying is... (all leave for Ashley gone party while reading)

Yeah these past few days have been pretty crazy. Theres a flute player here that looks exactly like Liv Tyler. I mean, shes got the hair, the eyes, the mouth, the nose. Its creepy. Anywho, I did good at my audition, but ended up last chair in the top band. Which isnt good because I wanted to be in freakin orchestra. But, again, you cant always have what you want. This keyboard is sooo messed up. Yeah, so Im a little unhappy about my chair placement, but Wind Ensemble is a VERY very good band, so at least Ill be playing in a cool band with cool music. But stupid orchestra is playing stupid night on bald mountain, which Ive kinda wanted to play my whole flute life, but what are you gonna do.
Rebecca's really excited about getting CONCERTMISTRESS!!! Woo! You go rebecca! Yeah, and Im just another loser flute player. OK, Ashley its over. Stop doing that. Yeah, so Ive had fun so far. Lots of downtime, a three hour meeting today that me and rebecca almost feel asleep at, a picnic, and other stuff. Our bathroom is gonna look like a field of war when were done with it, I swear. Ok, time to go.

Oh yeah! They take lots of candid shots here, and you can look at them. Ive seen a lot being taken of me. Try searching Canon music camp or apopalacian state University and click on cannon music camp and somehow find your way there. Kay, bye.

Ahhh, the last day. Before Canon music camp in NC for a month. How does it feel, you ask? Well, I'm very excited, but I almost don't want to go. True, it's gonna be great, and a month of pure music is like heaven to me, but I'm also having fun here too, ya know? Oh well. There's not much of a choice so I guess I should stop worrying about it.

Oh yeah! When I'm there I'm gonna have Internet access, so I don't care who you are, email me. My address is CtKitty9@msn.com. Go! Go! Go! It's my only link to the real world. As long as you dont give me porn site invitations, I'll be good.

Arg. Last day of packing too. You don't realize how much you have until you have to pack it all away. I bet my mom is gonna be in a REALLY good mood. I laugh at that. hahahahaaaa.

One more thing. I got a haircut. Not one of those wimpy little trims. It's the real deal. It's all short and stuffz. I like it.

Right after a cookie, that is