G'day ladys and gent's. Today we are observing the elusive blogger. Watch as he sits at his key board stairing at the keys, ready to strike as soon as he gets a thought. Oh! I think he's gunn'a go for it. WOW! Look at the size of those fingers, slammin' down on the keys. Croykey! That's a dangerous one.
Okay. 'Nough of that. Well, I have my phone back. The weird part. The connection was loose, and we shouldn't have even had internet. Yeah. Then how have I been blogging these last three days? I'm sure some of you are thinking of a similar question. "Why does he ever blog?"
On a different subject... today I was taken from my first period class (chior) to go "forecast" for next years classes. I never knew how much I realy needed chior until now. I actualy went into something akin to withdrawls. It was a good thing we had rehersal after school for spring fling.
Which brings me to another point. We have now started having after school rehersals for spring fling. (did i not just say that?) For the next few weeks (three, I think) we are going to work this show 'till we can't stand it any longer. It is better than the last few years though. Even last year, though I had done it twice before, I was a bit uncomfortable with the songs. I always get over it...eventualy. But it starts out weird. This year, however, I have been able to jump right in and belt the music out. This is good considering I'm one of the few basses that actualy know how to read music, whilest, and at the same time, singing the music correctly.
So, baisicly I think it's safe to say that God is great. He kept me online against all odds, gave me my chior fix inspite of the lack of class time durring school, and prepaired me for this time when my voice would be needed. And again I say God is good.
ATTENTION: 22 more days 'till schools out!
Yes Stephanie. You only have 17 days. Stop crying about it and move on...please. = )
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Monday, May 09, 2005
Life Stopped for Directions after all (and he's taking a long time about it)
Here I sit. I sit here. Sit here I. I here sit.
Yes. That's how boared I am. No school today. Don't get me wrong. I'm very glad I don't have to go to school today. But now my homework is as done as it's going to get, and I have nothing to do until 4:30.
Of coarse I could go do something, and I was planing on it. Well my Dad saw to that. You know that phone problem I mentioned. My dad finaly called a repair guy. So I'm stuck here waiting for the guy, and repair guys don't exactly show up at convenient times. They make you wait around until the last possible moment. Then...BAM! "You're having trouble with you telephone?" After that you have to wait around for him to get it fixed.
So, there goes my whole day. Oh well. I'll make the best of it.
ATTENTION: Still only 23 days of school left!
Yes. That's how boared I am. No school today. Don't get me wrong. I'm very glad I don't have to go to school today. But now my homework is as done as it's going to get, and I have nothing to do until 4:30.
Of coarse I could go do something, and I was planing on it. Well my Dad saw to that. You know that phone problem I mentioned. My dad finaly called a repair guy. So I'm stuck here waiting for the guy, and repair guys don't exactly show up at convenient times. They make you wait around until the last possible moment. Then...BAM! "You're having trouble with you telephone?" After that you have to wait around for him to get it fixed.
So, there goes my whole day. Oh well. I'll make the best of it.
ATTENTION: Still only 23 days of school left!
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Busy Signal
This whole weekend our phone has been offline, and that has not been a good thing. We've checked every phone in the house maybe four times to make sure none of them are off the hook. But it doesn't even make those kind of noises. In fact it doesn't make any noise. Usualy you can atleast hear your own voice in the receiver. It's like there's no power going to the phone. So we have to hope that nothing comes up that would be a problem in which the phone would be necisary.
Today I played bass for church again. It was pretty sweet. I had some realy cool parts too.
Life is coming pretty fast now. And I'm still worrying about some decisions I have yet to make, while'st, and at the same time, taking care of the things that are happening now. It's looking like I'll just have to let some things wait 'till the end of the school year. And then I won't have to worry about them for a while. Untill that time I'm just going along with it due to the responsability I have to finish.
Attention: 23 More days of school left. Yesssssssss!!
Accept for those mean seniors and their 19 days! Just kidding. You know I love you seniors. God bless you in the real world.
Today I played bass for church again. It was pretty sweet. I had some realy cool parts too.
Life is coming pretty fast now. And I'm still worrying about some decisions I have yet to make, while'st, and at the same time, taking care of the things that are happening now. It's looking like I'll just have to let some things wait 'till the end of the school year. And then I won't have to worry about them for a while. Untill that time I'm just going along with it due to the responsability I have to finish.
Attention: 23 More days of school left. Yesssssssss!!
Accept for those mean seniors and their 19 days!
Friday, May 06, 2005
La, Do, So,
Today, yes the day of this writing, I have competed in the Oregon state choral festival, and I'm tired! I did get out of three periods of school to do it. And that is a bonus. It was fun. I dunno. I've been singing in this stuff for so long that it just happens, and that's that. No big deal, no stress, no Jason.
Now that last comment should be explained. This is the first year that I have been in choir without Jason, my best friend. At the beggining of the year I wondered how I would manage all those field trip bus rides without anyone to talk with. Well so much for that. Today I couldn't get people to stop talking to me. This year was a bit different though cause Jason usualy has all these outside connections. Last year we met people at the competition that weren't from our school, but that Jason knew.
My older brother did go and play his piccolo. (For those of you who don't know what that is: A piccolo is a miniture version of a flute.) We sang this sweet celtic song with drums, piccolo, and guitar. Eric had the drums, Jon the piccolo, and stephanie was on the guitar. I realy love singing celtic songs. It just seems natural. Maybe something to do with my Irish roots.
On the bus ride back I was sitting rite in the middle of all these cackling girls. Ugh! That was tiring, and at times a little obnoctious. But that's ok. I'll get over it. The worst part is all the whispering. Girls! Gagh! Grow up!
But it's ok. I don't hate any of them. Although at times it's almost like they are trying to make me hate them. What can you do?
I'll tell you what you can do. Do what i do.
Step #1: Smile
Step Two: Nod
Step C: Repeat steps #1 and Two
It's flawless. The worst that happens, they think you're a jerk and never talk to you again. Oh well, Their loss.
Dissclamer: I'm realy not a mean person, just missunderstood.
Now that last comment should be explained. This is the first year that I have been in choir without Jason, my best friend. At the beggining of the year I wondered how I would manage all those field trip bus rides without anyone to talk with. Well so much for that. Today I couldn't get people to stop talking to me. This year was a bit different though cause Jason usualy has all these outside connections. Last year we met people at the competition that weren't from our school, but that Jason knew.
My older brother did go and play his piccolo. (For those of you who don't know what that is: A piccolo is a miniture version of a flute.) We sang this sweet celtic song with drums, piccolo, and guitar. Eric had the drums, Jon the piccolo, and stephanie was on the guitar. I realy love singing celtic songs. It just seems natural. Maybe something to do with my Irish roots.
On the bus ride back I was sitting rite in the middle of all these cackling girls. Ugh! That was tiring, and at times a little obnoctious. But that's ok. I'll get over it. The worst part is all the whispering. Girls! Gagh! Grow up!
But it's ok. I don't hate any of them. Although at times it's almost like they are trying to make me hate them. What can you do?
I'll tell you what you can do. Do what i do.
Step #1: Smile
Step Two: Nod
Step C: Repeat steps #1 and Two
It's flawless. The worst that happens, they think you're a jerk and never talk to you again. Oh well, Their loss.
Dissclamer: I'm realy not a mean person, just missunderstood.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
My Day in court
TOday in my social studies class we had a debate over the Dred Scott case back in the 18 somthing's. Or was it 17 something's? Anyway the point is that we organised the debate court style. There was a judge, and two sides. One side opposed the Supreme Court's decision in the Dred Scott case, and the other side deffended the Court's decision. Three members on each side. I was on the deffense.
The whole thing started out a bit awkward. No one realy knew how to aproach the whole thing. But once the bullets started to fly you couldn't get people to shut up. If we had more time I could have caught the opposition on so many technicalities in word usage. It wouldn't have even been funny... for them.
All in all the whole thing went well. Accept that we didn't have nearly enough time. And of coarse, me having the delayed mind that I do, I came up with the perfect opening statement...after I got home. Darn! I need to work on that.
OH! Yeah! I have state choral festival tomorrow. That is going to be alot of fun. Last year was a blast. This year should be better. I should start gettng ready. LA LA LA... Later days.
The whole thing started out a bit awkward. No one realy knew how to aproach the whole thing. But once the bullets started to fly you couldn't get people to shut up. If we had more time I could have caught the opposition on so many technicalities in word usage. It wouldn't have even been funny... for them.
All in all the whole thing went well. Accept that we didn't have nearly enough time. And of coarse, me having the delayed mind that I do, I came up with the perfect opening statement...after I got home. Darn! I need to work on that.
OH! Yeah! I have state choral festival tomorrow. That is going to be alot of fun. Last year was a blast. This year should be better. I should start gettng ready. LA LA LA... Later days.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Life doesn't stop for directions
That's just the way it works. You finish one thing and then another thing pops up. Never a moments peace. You spend two or three weeks working on and getting ready for this one day, or weekend, and you plan on taking a break right after it's over. Then as soon as the time has come and gone...BAM...you're busy again. And I'm sure I wouldn't have it any other way.
Last week I spent the whole week counting down the hours 'till prom. After that I sang a song, for my church, with a couple of my friends. As of this moment I'm staring Spring Fling and graduation right in the eyes.
Spring fling is a big production my high school chior has every year. We sing, we dance, and there is alot of preperation that has to be made. After school rehersals, rehersals on days that don't even have school. I mean, we're talking realy extra curricular activities. This is why it is posible to letter in band and chior. Say it with me. Over time. In the job world that kind of thing deserves extra pay.
And along those extra curricular lines we have to get ready for graduation. The band mostly. But the chior sings the national anthem, and some songs for baccalaureate earlier in the day. But the band plays a bunch of stuff durring graduation. That whole Pomp and Circumstance thing.
All that having been said, this is going to be a very interesting month.
Last week I spent the whole week counting down the hours 'till prom. After that I sang a song, for my church, with a couple of my friends. As of this moment I'm staring Spring Fling and graduation right in the eyes.
Spring fling is a big production my high school chior has every year. We sing, we dance, and there is alot of preperation that has to be made. After school rehersals, rehersals on days that don't even have school. I mean, we're talking realy extra curricular activities. This is why it is posible to letter in band and chior. Say it with me. Over time. In the job world that kind of thing deserves extra pay.
And along those extra curricular lines we have to get ready for graduation. The band mostly. But the chior sings the national anthem, and some songs for baccalaureate earlier in the day. But the band plays a bunch of stuff durring graduation. That whole Pomp and Circumstance thing.
All that having been said, this is going to be a very interesting month.
Monday, May 02, 2005
Blood Bus
Today the red cross came to my school and took blood. Now I don't have a problem with other people giving blood, but I don't give blood. It's mine and I like it right where it is. Sound selfish? Maybe, but i'm not into the whole puncturing my skin thing. Call me a wimp. Call we a wuss. I don't care.
The ironic part though is that a few people in my class tryed to give blood but couldn't. It wasn't that they flaked last minute, or that they had some kind of weird dissease. They just didn't have big enough veins. Yeah, go figure. And guess who has veins so big that his little sister tells him he should probably take medication for it. That's right. Your's truly. But then again, I'm not the one trying to give blood.
But it gets worse. My dad seams to think I should get a blood test. I know what that means. It means a needle big enough to fill the grand canyon going right into my arm, and then pulling out enough blood to...ugh. I don't even want to think about it. And for what? Just so that we know what my blood looks like under a microscope? Well no thank you. Like I said before, I like my blood right where it is.
However, on the off chance that I have to get my blood tested anyway I'm going to make sure they find out everything they can about that blood, cause I aint giving any more for a long time.
The ironic part though is that a few people in my class tryed to give blood but couldn't. It wasn't that they flaked last minute, or that they had some kind of weird dissease. They just didn't have big enough veins. Yeah, go figure. And guess who has veins so big that his little sister tells him he should probably take medication for it. That's right. Your's truly. But then again, I'm not the one trying to give blood.
But it gets worse. My dad seams to think I should get a blood test. I know what that means. It means a needle big enough to fill the grand canyon going right into my arm, and then pulling out enough blood to...ugh. I don't even want to think about it. And for what? Just so that we know what my blood looks like under a microscope? Well no thank you. Like I said before, I like my blood right where it is.
However, on the off chance that I have to get my blood tested anyway I'm going to make sure they find out everything they can about that blood, cause I aint giving any more for a long time.
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