As Life Moves On...

Nostalgia

2007-04-29T19:54:00.000-06:00

I played softball today. I haven't played anything of the sort for years. It was quite refreshing, I must say (even though I suck).

Can't wait

2007-04-25T16:58:00.000-06:00

We get to perform the play for the school! I'm so excited.

I'll try to post more now that I have more time...

Three Responses to Three Prompts

2007-04-04T20:09:00.000-06:00

Write in the voice of “a rope about to snap”

AUUGH!! Tension. Strain. Can’t…hold much…longer! WHY CAN’T THEY JUST LET GO??!!? Please, somebody…aargh…get help. So much pain. Just go away. PLEASE!! Angst. They…keep…pulling…somebody, please help. It hurts so m—much. Stop…stop…stop…stop. AAAAAUUUUUGHH!!!!

*snap*

Write from the point of view from the last tree standing in the forest

One is the loneliest number. That’s what they say. And I believe it. I remember when the squirrels would dance in my branches and when the birds would sing hidden behind my leaves. I’ve been alive for so long…and seen so much change. I remember that little boy who sang “En El Lejano Bosque” and now I see him cutting down the very forest he played in. The sad way money can twist a man…Oh, look, here he comes now. I suppose there’s not much I can do about it. I know, I’ll sing to him…I’ll sing…

En el lejano bosque cantaba el cucu.
Oculto tras las ramas el buho contesto.
Cucu le llamo, cucu le llamo, cucu, cucu.
Cucu le llamo, cucu le llamo, cucu, cucu.

And now I will join my friends and rest.

Create a story based on this personification: hope vibrates

The lone commander looked across the field as the sun rose over the horizon like a gleaming trophy. He stared at the once green field and let the red fill his eyes. He walked towards the sun and looked into the multitude of faces on the ground before him. There were so many…

Behind him, a soldier followed his path across the battlefield. Without turning, the commander said to his soldier, “Is this what you were looking for?”

The soldier looked around him and gulped, “N—no sir.”

“No, I suppose not. But this is what we get.”

“We won, though, right?”

The commander turned around and looked the young soldier in the eye. “Yes, we did.”

The soldier looked back at the commander, trying to read that hard face, “Yet, at the same time we didn’t, did we?”

The commander bent down beside one of the fallen men. He looked at the man’s face and then slowly shut the resting man’s eyes. He then took the man’s sword and put it across the still chest.

“Nobody wins a war, son,” said the commander, rising.

“I suppose not,” said the soldier. Then the soldier collapsed on his knees. His face fell into his hands and he cried like he never had before. “Why do we do this?”

The commander knelt down beside the grieving soldier, “Because we have to.” He pulled the soldier to his feet. “They would have killed us. Then taken over our country. Then turned our women and children into slaves. We have to protect our home.”

The soldier looked around the devastated field, “They’ll just come back.”

The commander pointed at the sun, now halfway over the horizon, “Do you see that sun?”

The soldier nodded.

“That sun is coming up today because it’s time for a new day. Soon the birds will start chirping and the morning glories will open. The clouds will roll across the sky and we will march home. We will see our wives and our children. We’ll embrace them and have a feast. Then we’ll continue our lives as we always have. When they come back, we’ll fight them, just like we always have. We can’t ever give up. You have to remember that. A man can never give up his home. A man will fight for it or die trying. Now, come. Let’s go home.”

The soldier wiped his tears as the commander strode past him back to the camp. He stared at the rising sun and spread his arms to let it fill his body with warmth. He let the gold encase him and then he heard the mockingbird sing. He looked over to his side and watched a morning glory come open. He smiled as hope vibrated through the air. And then he began his journey home.

My orange has a tumor in it

2007-04-02T18:31:00.000-06:00

It's funny how fast you can slip away into fantasy and fall in love with it. Three days, and I'm already depressed about leaving Colorado. I wish I could just touch one more snow flake...more on this subject when I have more time.

It's quite a belaboring task to peel an orange, actually. So, tumor or not, I'm eating it after all that work.

2007-03-24T23:12:00.000-06:00

Blogger died

Bleh

2007-03-06T16:48:00.000-06:00

Have you ever felt like the world isn't real and there's actually nothing out there? As if you could reach out your hand to touch something and you wouldn't touch anything? That no matter what kind of world your mind is making up, you are nothing but...alone?

Man, I need to get out somewhere.

Ahh, Success

2007-03-03T17:38:00.000-06:00

It finally feels good to accomplish something at or above the expectation level. After this year with band and what not, I needed it. That's right, I'm going to the state piano competition in San Marcos with a Superior with honors rating! Unfortunately, I'll be missing the band campout, but that's okay. I can say that phrase one more time...

We're goin' to state!

Now, let's just do it with my horn solo, theory, trio, and OAP. Oh, and acedemics, but I never really do hope for that one.

Nostalgia

2007-02-19T17:14:00.000-06:00

Is it just me, or does this year seem to suck?

Is it because I'm not a freshman anymore, or am I not alone?

I miss being a freshman. Everything was innocent and it wasn't hard to be optimistic about everything. Now it seems almost impossible...

It's funny

2007-02-10T10:37:00.000-06:00

how Texas has more cities on this list than any other state. I'm not surprised though.

What Are the Fittest and Fattest Cities In America?
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070209/ap_on_he_me/fittest_city

You Know

2007-02-09T19:12:00.000-06:00

If the world were my oyster, would I truly be happy?

I think oysters are gross...

Numb

2007-02-05T20:28:00.001-06:00

It's strange losing a loved one...

Well, I'm excited

2007-01-17T08:51:00.000-06:00

I got a poem published! What's funny is that it was submitted at random from my stash of original poems. I didn't even want to submit it, but Mrs. Long made all of us.

On the other hand, I'm fighting down the gag reflex at the moment. Dead mice are no fun to clean up...especially when they are under the washer.

I'm glad we did get actual snow this year. I just wish we didn't have to miss school for it.

Why are people so immature sometimes?

Well I'm nervous

2007-01-04T22:14:00.000-06:00

I hope I don't get sick soon. My Dad's been throwing chunks all over the place. Just wait 'till after area...

2006-12-25T08:41:00.000-06:00

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

I couldn't resist posting this

2006-12-22T01:24:00.000-06:00

Christopher Alexander Ramos's Aliases

Your movie star name: Crackers Ronald
Your fashion designer name is Christopher Valencia
Your socialite name is Zander Frisco
Your fly girl / guy name is C Ram
Your detective name is Wolf Celina
Your barfly name is Corn Nuts Champagne
Your soap opera name is Alexander Oak
Your rock star name is Gummi Bears Cheetah
Your Star Wars name is Chrseb Ramtri
Your punk rock band name is The Indifferent Meteor

The Amazing Meganame Generator

Some questions for you to ponder

2006-12-21T19:55:00.000-06:00

What happened to Christmas?
Why is Shakespeare so hard to memorize?
Why do my hands smell like smoke?
Why is this computer stupid?
Is it really that hard to care sometimes?
Who invented FilterKeys?
Shouldn't that person be shot?
Why is Christmas shopping so hard?
Who came up with bleu cheese?
Was that spelled correctly?
Because, if it was, then why did they have to invert the "ue" in blue?
Don't you think that eclairs taste good?
Is guitar music soothing?
What causes immaturity in adults?
Are there any good movies out?
It's probably time I stopped asking questions now isn't it?
What's the meaning of life?
What would happen if somebody was scared half to death twice?
Is caring really that hard?
Is there such thing as "love at first sight"?
How do we discern what matters from what doesn't matter?
Why is the audition music so hard?
Actually, why do I think the audition music is so hard (apparantly, it's not)?
Why is this moniter so dirty?
Would it really kill a person to care about something once in a while?
Who was the first person to decide to drink milk from a cow?
Who was the first person to eat the milk after it had hardened into cheese?
How would Ben Franklin feel if he were able to look at America today?
Why is apathy so rampant in today's society?
Is caring a sin?

Yea, so when does school start back again?

2006-12-20T22:23:00.000-06:00

I think the break's been long enough.

I don't understand some people, and I suppose I never will.

2006-12-04T21:40:00.000-06:00

YEEAAGH!!!

No more concert band for me!!

On Second Thought

2006-11-25T09:22:00.000-06:00

I wouldn't have killed Harold. I hate depressing endings. The Break Up sucked...

Happy Thanksgiving!

2006-11-23T10:44:00.000-06:00

So, apparantly, I own a polo from Abercrombie. It's one of those items of clothing that just appears in your closet. I feel kind of weird now...maybe I should burn it.

My 10 Favorite Thinking Times

2006-11-22T18:04:00.000-06:00

The shower
Mowing
That period of time right before I fall asleep
When I'm driving on a long stretch of road
When I'm riding my bike
When I feed the dogs
When I'm eating alone
Those times when I randomly surf the internet, not really looking at anything
When I go out to check the mail
When nothing's on TV, but I sit on the couch and "watch" it anyway

Anyway, in other news, why is it that Thanksgiving is always skipped? I like Thanksgiving and all of its food, but, no, I have to look at Santa four or five times before I ever glimpse a turkey. It kind of detracts from the whole feel it used to have.

My name...is Harold Crick

2006-11-12T12:12:00.000-06:00

So, Stranger Than Fiction is a really good movie. I like Will and I think he did a pretty good job with the movie. It was full of all the subtle humor that I love, and the idea is interesting, unique, and it has a moral at the same time: my kind of movie. Sadly enough, I think I could see part of me in poor old Harold, but then again, I think everybody (yes, even you Andrew) could see a bit of themselves in Harold. Everybody likes to go around thinking their lives are tragedies while secretly hoping in the back of their mind that their lives are comedies anyway. The only thing is, if I had written it, I think I would have killed him in the end, because, he's right, there's not really any better way to die. But then again, who wants to kill a hero like Harold Crick?

Why Are People So Stupid?

2006-11-08T21:08:00.000-06:00

I'll be the first to admit, I do make mistakes. But there's a difference between a mistake and downright apathetic stupidity.

A Story and a Poem For Your Enjoyment, Happy Halloween!

2006-10-31T18:39:00.000-06:00

Waeyne
A Short Story

Waeyne Carlson fidgeted in the dark alley at the entrance of Main St. His whole body was shadowed except for his brooding, yellow, cat-like eyes that sparkled menacingly in the dim streetlight. He waited and fidgeted. He waited and fidgeted. And then he waited and fidgeted some more. The only parts of his body that fidgeted, though, were his hands, which fingered a thin, silver object.

Finally, Ryan Powers came around the corner, like he did every night at ten o’clock, from the bar. Waeyne’s fingers twitched as his mind convinced himself of his plan. It’s okay. He needs it anyway. Ryan was twenty feet from the alley. The world needs to be rid of him. Fifteen feet away. Wayne’s head twitched slightly. Ten feet. Do it. Five feet. Waeyne crouched down, ready to pounce like a panther. The object glinted in his right hand. Three feet. Do it, his mind chanted. Two feet. Do it. Do it. One foot. Do it. Do it. Do it! Ryan Powers would never be heard from again.

“It was wrong! I won’t do it again!”

“No you weren’t. And yes you will. You’re doing the world a favor and if it weren’t for you, people would be suffering.”

Waeyne clutched his head, shut his eyes, and fell on his knees. “No! No! It’s wrong! It’s wrong!!”

Lawrence Soyan glared down threateningly at Waeyne, “You have a job to finish!” He pulled Waeyne to his feet and shoved him to the door. “Now, go!”

Waeyne collapsed on the floor, sobbing. “No,” he said through his tears. “I can’t, I can’t.” Each phrase weakened as he started to lose control of his body.

Howls and screams pulsated through Waeyne’s head as he tossed and turned on the floor. A silhouette crouched, like a cat, ready to pounce in an alley. A man walked around a corner. Waeyne tried to help the oblivious man, but a hand held him back. He screamed and waved his arms at the man, but his efforts were useless. The dark figure smiled and licked his lips mockingly at Waeyne. Waeyne, now in convulsions, spasmodically tried vainly to jerk his way to the man, who was nearing his doom with every step.

Then, the man reached the dark alley. The dark figure leapt up, the glinting object poised and ready to strike.

“No!!” yelled Waeyne as he sat up and looked around. He was on the floor of his house. Waeyne hesitantly looked down at his hands. After a quick glance, he leapt into the bathroom and feverishly tried to wash his hands, but it was no use, they were permanently stained.

“Nice job,” said Lawrence from the doorway.

Waeyne jumped and turned around. “Where did you come from?” he shrieked.

“I’ve always been here. You, of all people, should know that,” Lawrence said calmly.

“No. Get out of here. I don’t want to see you again,” Waeyne sputtered.

“What?” said Lawrence, cocking his head to the side.

“Get out of here. I want you out of my house!”

“You can’t ever get rid of me Waeyne,” Lawrence’s tone was rising, but Waeyne did not back down.

“Yes I can. Get out of here!”

“No! You need me and you know it!”

“No I don’t. I survived once without you and I can do it again!”

“You’re going to regret this.”

“Get out of here! Get out of my house!” Waeyne clamped his eyes shut and put his white fists to his temples as he continued to shout, “Get out of my house! Get out of my house! Get out of my house!”

There was a pause and Waeyne slowly opened his eyes, one after the other. Lawrence was gone. Waeyne, becoming filled with joy, ran around the house, checking for any sign of Lawrence. He did not find one. Waeyne jumped and thrust his fist into the air and shouted a cry of jubilance.

“I’m free!”

Waeyne ran around in circles and laughed while he shouted, “I’m free” over and over again. Then, a creak from a nearby room stopped him in his tracks. Waeyne crouched down and tiptoed to the nearby room.

“Who’s there?” he asked quietly.

He stood at the threshold and listened. Nothing. He asked quietly again, “Who’s there?”

Then a slow, menacing chuckle floated out of the room. Waeyne’s eyes opened wide, and with a surge of adrenaline, he slammed the door shut before anything could come out.

He tore down the corridor and skidded to a stop in the living room. He bent over to catch his breath when he heard something scatter behind him. He spun around and yelped as he saw an eight-foot tall spider looking at him. It’s fangs clicked and venom dripped onto the floor, and just as it was crawling towards Waeyne, Waeyne tore down a different corridor.

He came to a stop in the kitchen, took a deep shuddering breath, and tried to figure a way out. He glanced anxiously to his left and right when a hand came down on his shoulder. Waeyne twisted around and looked into the pitted, rotten corpse of his long gone wife. “No!” He screeched as the corpse took hold of a butcher knife and raised it over Waeyne’s head. He ducked out of the way and tore down the last corridor.

He stopped in the middle of the room and saw the open bathroom door off to the side. He looked back down the corridor just in time to see a viciously grinning clown, whose laughter had now become a piercing shriek. To the left of the clown was the hungry spider and the grotesque trio was lead by his dead wife, one eye missing, her head half severed, and a shining knife in her hand.

Waeyne dodged into the bathroom and shut and locked the door. Waeyne left one last message on the edge of the sink. His wide, blood-shot, dilated eyes locked back onto the door when a loud pounding began on it. Waeyne collapsed on his knees and he clasped his hands to his ears and rocked back and forth as he tried to drown out the persistent hammering with his own shouting.

“Go away!” he screamed, “Please!”

The pounding grew in intensity as Waeyne continued his desperate cries for salvation.

“Go away! Please!! No! Away! Away!!”

And then, suddenly, it stopped. Everything was quiet. Waeyne slowly looked up at the now open door. He gazed at the now vanished terrors. Waeyne got to his feet when a single, bone chilling sound was heard: the sharpening of a knife. Waeyne turned around and stared at Lawrence, who was calmly leaning on the counter.

“I told you that you needed me,” he said as he continued to sharpen his knife. “Now, you have two options.” He pointed to himself and said, “This,” and then he glanced down at the knife and said, “or this.”

Waeyne looked in horror and begged his final words, “Please, just leave.”

Detective Story observed the scene before him. He said to his assistant as he stared at Waeyne’s dead body, “Well, I think we can close this case. Definitely suicide. Knife in hand. His medical report says he was schizophrenic, and I’m pretty sure he is the culprit behind the recent murders. Though, he left a pretty funny note, just two words, I think it’s a name: Lawrence Soyan, which is just an anagram for Waeyne Carlson.” The detective just shook his head as he turned around and walked out of the decrepit house, leaving the scene for the clean-up crew to take care of.

Schizophrenia

He saunters in and looks around
To make sure no one’s followed.
After he is sure he’s safe
He sighs and takes a swallow.

He looks around with a watchful gaze
And his eyes lock onto me.
I stare back at him in great horror
And I make my plea.

“I will kick you if you touch me,”
I say with false assertion.
And then he just stares right through me
As if I’m an obstruction.

Then with a nod and a small shake
He goes back to his stance.
And then without a single warning,
He latches on my pants.

With a yelp of revelation,
I kick him ‘cross the floor.
“You stupid idiot cat!” I yell,
And I toss him out the door.

Both the poem and story, Copyright, Chris Ramos Publications; yes they have been printed, SO YOU CANNOT USE THEM!!

Bleh

2006-10-29T21:46:00.000-06:00

That's pretty much how I feel right now. I hope certain people learned their lesson.

Nobody uses blogger anymore. Even on myspace, nobody uses the blogs. So sad.

I'm not ready for marching season to be over...

Well Then

2006-10-23T16:36:00.000-06:00

I just missed a day of school. And a major history test. Hooray. My voice is dripping with sarcasm for those of you who haven't noticed yet. I'm also so drugged up right now, I can't feel my fingers as they type. Yahoo. I think it's time to sleep now.

Uugh.

Oh My...

2006-10-15T17:52:00.000-06:00

Region is in three days...

A Monkey's Thoughts

2006-10-11T20:40:00.000-06:00

Jess stood in the elevator as it rose up, and up, and up, and up. Finally, the doors opened and she stepped out onto the platform. Wow, she thought as she surveyed the city of Paris underneath her feet. At the top of the Eiffel Tower, Jess felt like she was at the top of the world-until she looked up.

With a gasp, she staggered back and sat down, or, actually fell down, on the bench behind her. You see, an idea came to Jess that rarely hits people. This idea is so spectacular and “big-picture”, so to speak, that it was lucky it had decided to hit Jess instead of somebody else, because it just so happens that Jess is a monkey, and luckily she is just not intelligent enough to comprehend the enormous magnitude of the idea that hit her. If this idea had hit a human, the human probably would have not felt a thing, because most humans are less intelligent than monkeys. But, if it had hit one of those rare, intelligent humans, then the human probably would have unexpectedly hit the ground dead because of heart failure and brain overload.

Of course, Jess, being her normal, unintelligent, human-like self, quickly recovered and went back to her owner asking for some more of those delicious French peanuts that her owner had bought fifteen minutes ago; the idea that had just struck her completely forgotten. The forgotten idea that had just inexplicably slapped Jess across the face was this: man’s vanity. We worry about our hair, our clothes, what Jennifer thinks of us; but, in the end, does any of it really matter?

People do not like this idea because it makes them feel insignificant and small, and, as we all know, people hate being insignificant, so they buy themselves a nice, big television to make them feel better. But we all have to face it someday, and this is where religion comes in. I admit, I am a very religious person, and it does help. I do believe that there is a purpose for everything, but I do not believe in superficial ideas like looks and popularity. Life is too short for that. None of it matters, really, so, why bother about it?

I would like you to take a minute and ponder these “monkey’s thoughts”, because, as we all know, animals have the right idea. They just carry on their lives simply, not worrying about their looks or their hair. They just enjoy nature and He who created it. They just live life so that they can live it, and in the end, that’s what really matters.Of course, humans are naturally narcissistic and there is nothing we can really do about it. We are curious, yes, and there is nothing wrong with that. These ideas are not here to bash other’s ideas, but they are here to bring up an important question. What matters and what doesn’t matter? That, my friend, is for you to decide. The right answer to this is what you believe, not what others believe. But, then again, does it really matter?

2006-10-04T18:32:00.000-06:00

Bye-bye myspace...

Haikus or Tankas anyone?

2006-09-25T15:51:00.000-06:00

Coals

Glowing burning amber,
Warming all my body.
Slowly lull to sleep.

Time

Whirring, clicking cogs
Cold, unforgiving machine
Always exploiting.
Dark, automatic, ruthless
Consuming all, these black hands.

Genesis

On the lowest rung,
Nowhere to go but somewhere
The journey begins.

I hate the end of the 6 weeks...

2006-09-23T09:50:00.000-06:00

I think I failed my ROR.

Why does nobody use blogger anymore? It's so sad.

Score!

2006-09-17T19:35:00.000-06:00

O yea! Who finished their twenty-nine page creative writing project and four page history report? That's right. I did!

Just the ROR and I'm good.

Another Weekend, Another Load of Homework

2006-09-09T16:42:00.000-06:00

Wow, I'm exhausted, and it's only the fourth week of school. I've still got three projects left to do, plus hours of band and piano work. So what do I do? I procrastinate on the computer and post a post about all this stuff that needs to get done. Now I feel guilty. Well, those papers don't write themselves I suppose...but I think I'll sleep first. Yes, sleep sounds good. It sounds very good...

P.S. I felt better about last night's game, even though I screwed up horridly.

Here's the Truth: Failure Sucks

2006-08-30T20:12:00.000-06:00

They say failure is one of the best teachers in life. I say this for two reasons. One is personal. Secondly, my eyes were opened today and I want my lesson to be a lesson to the rest of you. Failure hurts...bad. Es no bueno. Horrible guilty feeling. I don't know how I can describe how much it hurts to you, especially when it was something you poured your soul into. Remember this the next time you're in rehearsal. I'm not talking about advancing to state. I'm talking about coming off that field knowing that if we had just flexed our toes a little higher, if we had only held that note a little longer, if we had only hit that set a little harder, if we had only pushed that mile a little faster..., we might have made it. October seventh is looming ever closer.

2006-08-24T19:22:00.000-06:00

I love it when we have to get new textbooks because they contain obsolete information. Start writing Houghton.

By The Way

2006-08-18T20:58:00.000-06:00

Don't wear a Holtor monitor unless it's absolutely necessary. They do not come off without a fight and I look like I just pulled seven leeches off my chest. Leeches probably would have been easier, actually.

It seems like we've stepped into the twilight zone...again

2006-08-18T19:52:00.001-06:00

Shew...so the first week of school is over. The teachers will hopefully slow down a bit now that they don't have to weed people out of their classes and we'll fall into a rythm. Nobody can seem to figure out what happened to my heart, so I'm a borg right now; but at least I got to work out. I like my classes, especially creative writing, and I think it's going to be a good year. I'm now going to go to sleep, but first, I'll grace you with a rhyme (strangely enough, my dad knew this rhyme. He said it when he was a kid, I found that pretty funny).

De tin marin, de do pingue
Cucara, macara, titere fue
Yo no fui, fue tete
Pegale, pegale, que ella se.

De tin marin de do pingue
Cucara, macara, pipere, guey
Saco tabaco, melo melon
Cuentas las horas de que horas son.

Justin and I are the only ones in our class that can say the rhyme. I hope this is accurate, I've only seen it two days.

Sorry Kelsey

2006-08-11T18:26:00.000-06:00

I'm eating more bananas.

"Simmons likes to sit in the bathroom and cry while he punches the mirror."

2006-08-05T13:34:00.000-06:00

I believe the lake party was success. I enjoyed myself at least, and it looks like others enjoyed themselves. I'm just tired of sunburns.

Choo Choo

2006-07-31T15:58:00.000-06:00

I'm basically just restating Andrew's post, but I do think we have a freshman class that catches on pretty well. We're just a train that needs to get moving, but once we're moving, well be flying down the tracks. Let's have a(n) [insert powerful, optimistic, and/or motivational adjective(s) here] year!

Straight from the Experimental Community of Tomorrow

2006-07-22T18:55:00.000-06:00

With the stillness of the night,
There comes a time to understand.
To reach out and touch tomorrow;
Take the future in our hands.

We can see a new horizon
Built on all that we have done.
And our dreams begin another
Thousand circles 'round the sun.

We go on!
To the joy and through the tears!

We go on!
To discover new frontiers!

Moving on!
With the courage of the years!

We go on!
Moving forward now as one!

Moving on!
With a spirit born to run!

Ever on!
With each rising sun,
To the new day we go on!

We go on!

The Door

2006-07-15T22:32:00.000-06:00

Jane stared and stared at the door. She stared at it so intently, she had memorized every feature of it by the time she had finished. It was about as normal as any door could be. It was wooden (or what looked like wood, she had not touched it), a warm, rusty brown, it had a shiny golden doorknob at the middle of the right side, and smooth, flowing dark lines randomly making their way down to the floor. The most prominent feature, though, was a large, plain white sign hanging from a nail on the middle of the door that said very bluntly:

Do Not Open.

She slowly tilted her head to the left and stared at it. Then she tilted her head one hundred eighty degrees to the right and stared at it some more. It was so enticing. The warm color called her name and the golden knob beckoned. She began to slowly walk towards the door with an outstretched hand and stopped short when her eyes wandered across the sign. She drew back her hand quickly and looked at it as if she had never seen it before. It was like it had a mind of its own.

She looked back up at the door and stepped back with a gasp when she realized it was scarcely an inch from her face. She did not remember walking to it. How in the world did she get that close? She turned around and clamped her eyes shut. She could not open that door. The sign said “no”. She slowly turned around and stared at her reflection in the handle. She stared at her cool, crisp reflection and traced it with her index finger.

Her hand began to wrap around the knob in the middle of her fourth time around her head. When she had a firm grasp on the knob she gulped and looked back at the sign. It bluntly exclaimed its warning just as it did before.

Do Not Open.

She looked back at her waiting hand with wide eyes. She knew she should not do it. She knew it, the sign says so. Her hand began to rotate to the left. She spasmodically began to shake her head, but her hand kept turning. Her head shook more violently and the hand turned faster.

Do Not Open.

The sign could never have been clearer. The knob reached the end of its rotation. She stood there for another moment staring at the doorknob, then her arm began its contraction toward her body. The door slowly opened without a sound and unveiled a dark interior. She squinted her eyes and looked hard into it, but could not make out any shapes. With a sigh of relief and satisfaction, she began to close the door, but it caught itself and would not close. With a gasp of terror she shoved her weight against the door, but it remained still. She frantically tugged and heaved at it, but the door remained open.

Then, faintly at first then increasing in volume, a sound reached out of the darkness. It was like nothing she ever heard before. She stopped struggling with the door and listened. It was warm and inviting; like a beautiful song written just for her. She came around to the front of the threshold and listened. It increased in volume while she stood there listening to its beauty. Then suddenly, with a blast of cold wind that knocked her backwards, it became a piercing, menacing shriek. She jumped and with a surge of adrenaline, wheeled an about face, and tore down the corridor.

She turned left, then right, then right again. Behind her, the noise escalated. Slipping into panic mode, she put every ounce of speed she could into her legs and ran right into a dark room.

A door slammed shut behind her and a sign swung back and forth and finally settled into place.

Do Not Open.

Some things are better to be left alone.

Copyright (thanks Brian) stuff, yada yada yada. It's not yours, please don't use it.

What is wrong with these people??

2006-07-10T09:18:00.000-06:00

Can you believe this?

This guy has no tact or self-control and they're praising him?! If I was French, I would be ashamed and embarrassed. I can't believe this.

This is why nobody likes the French

2006-07-09T20:12:00.000-06:00

Refer here for details.

Remember guys, it's better to "rock and roll", then "wrap"

2006-07-07T19:06:00.000-06:00

I am now back on the blogging scene. I just got back from an amazing trip to Colorado.

I like drill books better

2006-06-27T10:09:00.000-06:00

Dolphins remain on a level three...

2006-06-23T14:03:00.000-06:00

Well, I'm back, and leadership camp was certainly an experience. I had a blast, even though Mr. Troyka chewed us out a lot. I actually like Mr. Troyka. He might come across as mean on the marching field, but he's actually a pretty cool person when you get to know him.

I met numerous people (there were 180 kids there), and found out that many either look like, or have the personality like, or both, of people I know here. I met an Andrew, a Julia, a Justin, a Mr. McSweeney, a Jeff (my cousin), and a Sam Spade (the protagonist from my book). It was quite an interesting place.

But, anyway, here's my day by day overview (as best I can, this is going to be a very long post).

Sunday
I got to camp at SHSU a little late (well, about four hours actually), but they knew I was going to be late, so it was fine. I went in and registered and got my room assignment in the Sigma Sigma Sigma house. I walked in and met a tiny room with two small beds, a wardrobe, and one desk for both of us to share. I met my roommate, Haydon Pustka, who turned out to be a pretty cool guy. I'm glad I didn't get roomed with some weirdo. We just hanged out in the dorm that night and he got me caught up with the schedule and everything and we fell asleep around midnight.

Monday
Today was the first true day of leadership camp. We got up at six and took our showers and got ready. I have to take a moment here and talk about the bathroom. The bathroom was shared between two dorms with an open toilet and neither door locked, so it was quite common to have someone walk in on you and catch you at a bad time. The vent above the toilet had to have broken more health code violations than the waitress at Buchanan's. The shower was the worst shower I had ever used. The best analogy I can come up with is from my roommate Haydon. "That shower. Wow. It's like the wall is peeing on you." And that's exactly what it was like. No joke. Anyway, we had breakfast at the Cafe Belvin, which had okay food, but the breakfasts didn't look that good, so I stayed with the cereal.

After breakfast we had our first aerobics session (or fitness and safety training the schedule called it). It was certainly something I had never done before and was quite an experience. It was held in the Health and Kineaseology Center on the exact opposite of the campus. It was a good ten minute walk. Some kind of techno was going on in the background when we came in and we all recieved our name tags...except for me. I remained without a nametag or leadership handbook because I had yet to be put into the system. It's a good thing I brought my own binder, because it would have been impossible to go through camp without one. Anyway, when everybody got situated, Mr. Troyka turned up the music and we started. It wasn't like anything I had ever done before. In commerce, I heard that someone else ran the aerobics but in this one it was Mr. Troyka himself standing on some rickety tables guiding us through the session.

After aerobics we went to my first leadership training session (there had been one the day before, but I had missed it). So I went in bookless and looked off of Haydon's book and took my notes on some sheets of spare paper I had brought with me. The leadership sessions were nice. They reminded me a lot of Dr. Tim. We had to sit next to somebody not from our school (I didn't have much of a choice there) and we had to sit with our arms and legs crossed the opposite way. I'm not going to go into much detail on what we learned in the sessions. You are welcome to ask me about it in person and I'll tell you.

When the session was over we learned our new marching style. It was the weirdest style I had ever seen. The check postion was open toed for one. That was weird enough by itself. Then we had a straight leg step-off, no bend to the knee whatsoever. Also, the step off was on the and of four instead of on four. We go pull and touch. The style goes pushtouch. (that's really hard to put into words, it might just be better for you to ask me for a demonstration later)

After that, Haydon and I ate lunch together and we headed back to our dorm for awhile. Then we went to our first sectional, Haydon to clarinet, me to mellophone/alto saxophone and we got our music, which I really enjoyed, and started memorizing it: "Latin Closer" (which featured a medley of La Virgen de la Macarena and Aztec Fire; it was our marching piece) and "Proud Mary" (we didn't have to memorize this one). We learned in the sectional that it's impossible to get twenty mellophones in tune much less an added twenty saxophones. I was also the only mellophone player that wore gloves. I never got stopped answering questions for the duration of the week. After sectionals we had full band rehearsal (but it wasn't a full band because all drum majors left for their breakout session).

After rehearsal we had another leadership training session and then dinner. At dinner Haydon and I met Josh and Anthony, which turned out to be a "full" table with a freshman, sophomore, junior, and a senior. Josh played bass clarinet and Anthony played the flute. We remained in a group the rest of the week.

After dinner was our first marching rehearsal. It was quite an experience marching with a 180 piece band. So, we began our half mile (at least) walk down to the stadium. I've made that walk so many times, there is a burn on my calf and a bruise on the side of my thigh from where I carried my instrument. We got into our concert arcs to warm up and it started raining (which, by the way, it rained at least once every day). So we headed up into the press box and waited it out. In the press box I sat next to Haydon and an alto sax player named Dexter. Here we also received our coordinate sheets which completely threw me off guard. I didn't know a whole show could be printed onto a little strip of paper like that. I was horn 53, by the way.

It finally stopped raining so we went down and began rehearsal. Halfway in it started raining again but Mr. Troyka kept us out there anyway. It was kind of fun marching in the rain, actually. When it slowed up a little we could actually see a full rainbow right over the music building. It was quite a sight.

After rehearsal was over we began our long walk back to the dorms through the rain. When we got in Haydon took a shower first and I got out of my sopping wet clothes. After my pee from the wall, Haydon introduced me to some of the most amazing storebought cookies that I have ever tasted. Mother's Iced Oatmeal Cookies. They were amazing. After a couple of those we both fell asleep pretty quickly.

Tuesday
Tuesday morning we got up again at six and had breakfast. It was basically the same thing, except it rained on the way to aerobics. I was still nametagless and bookless. It cleared up afterwords as we were heading back for the leadership session. For our fundamental marching session that morning we got to march up and down the parking garage. That was an experience. It was pretty cool though. We also started learning new skills that we were going to have to teach the next day as part of our leadership training. I was with Ryan (I think), our drum major, and he taught us stair-step right, more commonly known as traverse right (with a twist).

Lunch came around and we had a quick lunch and Haydon and I got back to our dorm and we caught a cat nap before sectionals. In sectionals we finished memorizing our music and we worked on "Proud Mary" for the first time. I really began to enjoy the music now that people were starting to be able to play it.

A leadership session and a dinner later, we were back on the field and it was hot, and it wasn't only hot, it was humid, and sticky, and nasty. Sweat was just pouring down my body and by the time we had finished, I was just as wet as the night before from my sweat. We were feeling the "love" Mr. Troyka would say. Yea well, love burns.

We marched and played the first four sets that night and then we finally got off that field and we made our half mile journey back to our dorms. I didn't have much trouble falling asleep that night.

Wednesday
Wednesday was the hardest day to get up. Nearly half of the campers were late to aerobics and Mr. Troyka wasn't to happy with that. I finally got my nametag! I still didn't have a book though. Aerobics finished and we headed to the leadership session but instead of staying in the music building, we went to the parking garage and we got into groups and began teaching each other and evaluating each other. I got an average of about four out of five from my fellow campers, so I think I did okay, but I know what I need to work on.

After lunch we went into sectionals and fully memorized our music and had a somewhat abbreviated rehearsal so we could head to the stadium. It was even hotter at this rehearsal. But we got the rest of our sets memorized and put music in up the set 8 which was the end of the first half of the piece (La Virgen de la Macarena). Aztec Fire was all we had left.

After rehearsal we went to another leadership session where I finally got my book! Then dinner, where I found out Josh and his band had gone to state with Gavorkna his freshman year. Then we went for another marching rehearsal that pretty much got us nowhere because people forgot their sets and music and weren't paying attention. Mr. Troyka didn't leave the rehearsal to happy. When it was over. Haydon, Josh and I began our long journey back when Haydon's band director, Mr. Castillo, waved us over. He gave us a ride back to the music building which I think kept Josh and I from dieing (Josh didn't have a handle on his case and I had one of the heaviest horn cases).

In celebration of our last night together Haydon and I finished off the cookies and Dr. Pepper then we slept quite soundly that night.

Thursday
Thursday finally came around and we had our final breakfast and aerobics session. This was by far the best session complete with double grapevines, revolving doors, and jump ropes. Afterwords, we skipped our leadership session and went straight to the stadium.

Everybody worked much harder today and we managed to play through the entire show a couple of times. It made us all feel a little bit better now that we weren't going to embarrass ourselves. We finished up the rehearsal with a short leadership session where we finished teaching our skills.

Then we had our final lunch together. But the Belvin wasn't expecting us so it started forty-five minutes late, causing the leadership session to start fifteen minutes late. But after lunch, we headed straight for our final session where everything was wrapped up and Mr. Troyka gave us our final advice.

Wehn that was over we put on our camp t-shirts and blue jean shirts and headed for the stadium. We got everything unloaded and all the stands for "Proud Mary" set up. We arranged ourselves in the concert arcs and warmed up. And then, out of nowhere, a thunderstorm came. Complete with rain, wind, thunder, and lightning. That meant no performance. That really stunk. We had worked and worked and gotten chewed out and worked some more, and now there could be no show. But, it's okay. That's not what the camp was all about. There's always next year anyway. We headed back to the music building and performed the music for our parents. Then the camp was over. We were free! I said bye to Josh, Anthony, and Dexter and went back to the dorm with my mom. I got everything packed and loaded into the car and I said good-bye to Haydon. Then I turned in my key in the Gibbs House and we headed home.

I am so glad I went to this camp. It was certainly a once- well, possibly three-in-a-lifetime-experience. I learned so much and made some amazing friends. I probably missed a lot of details but I'll be more than glad to talk about it with you. Yea, I'm definitely doing it again next year.

By the way, as for the evening activities (movie night, game night, dance), I never heard much about them. I knew they were there but I had no idea where or when they were, so they obviously weren't mandatory.

Don't Count On Me For Luck

2006-06-18T13:00:00.000-06:00

My luck really, really stinks.

I was playing Risk the other night and when the first turn was over, my opponent had taken all the Americas and I had only been able to take one country, South Africa. I lost at least four or five men trying to take it too, and I was only fighting one man.

The game was over in four turns. Four very short turns I might add.

US is barely hanging in the cup. They got their rear ends kicked by the Czech Republic and they tied with Italy. I hope they do better against Ghana.

I agree with Andrew...

2006-06-12T18:16:00.000-06:00

Fish Out Of Water is pretty cool.

It's a small world after all, it's a small world after...ugh

2006-06-11T16:54:00.004-06:00

Wow, what a week.

We left for Florida last Friday and I haven't gotten a break yet. All I'm going to say is that the trip was freakin' awesome! I'm not going to go into too much detail because it would become another long boring post like the previous one, except much, much longer, considering the fact that there were six days, not three.

We got back today and we unpacked everything, then my mom gave me a package with my theory test in it! I got the outstanding performer award! YEAGH! And congratulations to Brian, who also received the award.

P.S. I'm a band nerd (not like any of you didn't already know that). My souvenier from Disney was a maestro mickey from Mickey's Philharmagic Orchestra 3d Spectacular located in Fantasyland, Magic Kingdom.

It's Fine, We Went To State!

2006-05-31T09:06:00.000-06:00

TSSEC trip was freakin' awesome!

Ok, so we left on Sunday at 1:00 and we began our six hour charter bus trip to San Marcos. We did what we could to keep ourselves from killing each other including cards, books, Aladdin, and part of National Treasure. We stopped in Waco for lunch/dinner at Fazoli's and had some fast food Italian. We arrived around 7:00 (I think, I didn't have a watch), and we unpacked everything and settled into our rooms. I was roomed with Josh, Alex, and Stephen, so it wasn't a bad room. We had a mini concert in the courtyard and I officially freaked out about my solo because I had a memory slip at the very end. Then we ordered pizza from Papa John's and watched the end of the Maverick's game (they won, by the way). After the Maverick's, we watched what we could of Braveheart until it was lights out and then we finally settled down to sleep.

The next day was Texas State Solo and Ensemble Contest (TSSEC). We were supposed to get up at 5:10, but we were all up by 4:50, so we went ahead and started getting ready. Funny, through the night, I kept waking up every hour on the hour and Stephen and I both had a dream that the alarm never went off and everybody had left us and we were stuck in San Marcos. Anyway, we all got our showers and Alex, Stephen, and I got into our dress clothes (a tux for me, yuck); Josh didn't perform until later. We piled onto the bus again at 6:30 (?, I can't really remember and I lost my itenerary), and headed for IHOP where we had not so good of a meal. By 7:30, we were on our way to the contest. When we got there Mr. R rescheduled our horn quartet because we were at the same time as theory, which I was also doing. He got us in at 8:45 and we played Frippery No.8 (Barbershop) and got a two, which is still pretty freakin' awesome for state. Then, I camped out at my room to see if I could get in early instead of playing at 5:28 and holding the rest of the band back. I sat and I waited, and waited, and waited. Eventually, 11:30 came around and I had to leave and take the theory test. After a very easy test (which caught me completely by surprise, I thought it'd be harder), I went back and camped out at my room again and waited, and waited, and waited. 4:00 came around, yes, I had been waiting at that stupid room for six hours, and Mr. R finally got me in with the trombone judge. I went in around 4:10 and performed "Reveries" by Glazunov. Finally, we got to leave and eat at Joe's. At Joe's, we enjoyed ourselves with floating buckets, pictures, and breaking forks and then we finally had our awards ceremony. I was the only one who didn't know my rating yet. Congratulations to the Euphonium Trio (2), the Flute Trio (2?), the Horn Quartet (2), the Flobarinet, or Miscelaneous Woodwind Trio (1), the Trumpet Trio (1), and the Trombone Quartet (1). As for soloists, congratulations to Julia (1), Tiffany (2), Leah (2), Tara (1), Kelsey (1), Joey (2), and Adam T. (3, it's okay Adam, three still means very good). I also found out my rating, 1! I'm excited. After Joe's, we went to the movies and half of us saw X3 and the other half (which included me) saw Over the Hedge, which, by the way, is an amazing movie. Then we went back to the hotel and just chilled out until lights out, where I fell asleep immediately.

The next day we went to Schlitterbahn! Our group, which consisted of Joey, Kelsey, Mesa, Andrea, Adam V., Stephen, Keyes, Michael, me, and at some points CJ, Cain, and Andrew rode most of the rides and Whitewater and the Torrent Wave River remain my favorites. Soda Straws come pretty close though. I have yet to ride the Master Blaster, which I really want to do. So, after a long and fun day at Schlitterbahn, we piled yet again onto the charter bus and began our long journey back home, where we finished National Treasure and watched The Last Holiday. We stopped at McDonalds/Arby's (I ate at Arby's) for a late dinner and we finally arrived back home around midnight. We got the bus unloaded and I turned in my horn and tuxedo and then I sleepily stumbled into the truck and went home.

Two sore feet, two sore arms, and a good old sunburn later, I'm sitting here writing this and smiling at all the memories. It was a great trip and a great year. Let's do it again next year! In Auburn's words, "Don't suck, blow."

Here's Your Irony for the Day

2006-05-26T17:16:00.000-06:00

Today, my sister decided she wanted to reread Holes. Well, she found it in my closet where it has a big hole in it.

So, we were at Half Price Books today and my sister bought a new one.

My sister fell into a hole.

When I got home I read a couple of pages of the book and my dad came in and gave me a chore to do.

He told me to dig a hole.

So I dug a hole, and thought about Stanley the hole time.

I Got A Ringer!

2006-05-21T18:29:00.000-06:00

The camp-out was fun, even though I didn't stay overnight, but it's fine. I performed "surgery" and we went Lord of the Flies/ultimate band nerd. I came home with a splinter of my own and a bruised foot, but it's fine...I got a ringer!

The next day was the Texas Federation of Music Clubs State Festival. In other words, my state piano competition. I performed "Mirage" by Gillock, a twenty-seven (yes, twenty-seven) measure piece based on the whole tone scale. It's quite nice really. I came home with an "outstanding", or all-state runner up, so, I'm happy. I may not have gotten all-state like last year, but runner-up is still pretty amazing...especially for a twenty-seven measure piece. Then my parents and I went grocery/convenience shopping. I convinced them to stop by Half Price Books and I bought The Andromeda Strain by Michael Crichton since I had to turn the library's copy back in. It's a really good book by the way (at least, so far it is). Then I "hit the sack" when I got home.

Today I went to church and then we came home and we worked in the vineyard for awhile. Then some friends came over and we had dinner. After they left, I did my geometry homework and now I'm posting this. So, all in all it was a full and memorable weekend for me. Now I'm going to go get some long overdue sleep.

More Random Blogs

2006-05-05T19:11:00.000-06:00

Is the title of this one uncanny or what?

This is what is called avoiding your english homework kids...

2006-05-01T19:17:00.000-06:00

Well, the end is near. Very near. Too close for comfort, actually. I'm so confused. I want to get out of school, but once I get out, I'll want back in.
Anyway, on a better note, I GOT MY PERMIT!!! YAY!!! I feel legal now.
I have no idea what I want as my elective next year. I'm torn between Choir and Writing. Why is life so full of decisions? Things just need to be black and white, like Andrew's election (apparantly). Well, I better finish my English before it gets too late...

2006-04-25T20:06:00.000-06:00

I really don't want to get up at 5:30 tomorrow...

Alienation and Humility

2006-04-17T19:05:00.000-06:00

I also wish people wouldn't bash other people (especially if their in our band). I will do my best to keep certain peoples unnamed.

We need to do our best to encourage as much as we can. Many make mistakes, and many you just want to squeeze their brains out. But, most of the time, you don't know their story. One of our band members was ridiculed and humiliated so much the other day, I wish that I could have been there, because I would not have been able to tolerate what was happening to said person. I swear (from now on said people will be referred to as "person") that "person" was about to cry. How can someone be so insensitive to people? It doesn't make any sense.

Next, us as a band need to watch out for each other. Certain "person" (different one this time) is not seen as one most of us would want to hang out with. But, when you get around person and finally get to truly understand person, you can see that person can actually be quite fun to be around. The sad thing is that person does not feel wanted by the band at all and I barely convinced person to stay in band this year. I hope I can convince person to stay in band next year. Also, I found out to one of my underlying fears, person has resorted to cutting oneself now. What's really sad is that when person was talking to me about it today, person was laughing! Laughing!! How can one feel so dejected that one would openly talk about hurting oneself and laugh about it. Person only wants to feel accepted in the band. Who knows what would happen to person if person quit band.

These people will continue to remain unnamed for their sake and everybody elses. God knows only how much these people need more rumors going around about them. My message to you is this fellow band members, be nice to one another, encourage one another, help each other even if you can't stand to be around them; because who knows when one day they'll be gone, and you will never get them back...ever.

Yay!

2006-04-17T18:51:00.000-06:00

Yay TAKS! Yay crazy teachers! Yay sleepless nights! Yay band/school politics! Yay 100 degree weather!

Well, the end is coming...for school that is. Everybody is going lunatic and the school is utter chaos. Summer is here way too soon, and I still don't have my summer clothes or a permit that I was supposed to get in December. My family's gone crazy to the point where I seem to be the only sane one. Or I'm just so far off my rocker that the world has taken on a whole new perspective. It's time for school to be over. Everybody hates each other and sick of being around each other and we all just need some down time. But, all end-of-school-years are like that and I am glad I'm not in the Junior High. That's what I call optimism, it's not much, but it's the best that I can do right now. But remember...

It's fine! We went to state!

Feelings of Terminality

2006-04-05T19:39:00.000-06:00

Well, everything's done and I have nothing better to do than post something. OAP's over and us aspiring actors don't know what to do with ourselves. It's so weird to have free time. I don't have to read anymore "classic's", so I checked out something real for once. The six weeks are nearly over, so the teachers aren't giving much homework. My lips and wrists are sore from practicing. So what do I do? I listen to Chuck Mangione and post a blog...I've got to get a life.

When a musician's gotta go, a musician's gotta go

2006-04-02T00:51:00.000-06:00

Sigh...

2006-03-27T18:11:00.000-06:00

No me gusta Fripperies

Common Sense

2006-03-14T21:07:00.000-06:00

I know I always rant on this subject, but I just can't stand stupid people. I don't think I've ever seen as many as I have in the past few days. Most of it was on the road, which is quite common, but I saw did see some off of it. I was at Fossil Rim yesterday (for those of you who do not know what it is: it is a wildlife preserve in Glen Rose, TX in which you ride around in your car safari like and see the animals up close. It's quite fun really), and the rules tell you to pull over if you want to either take pictures or feed the animals. But no, people have to park their cars right in the middle of the road to feed the turkeys and make everybody else wait behind them. What was supposed to be an hour long ride took FIVE hours. Does anybody else see a problem? I have seen events like these occurring all spring break. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS FOLLOW DIRECTIONS. It's really not that hard. If there were not any rules, I might understand, but most of it is just COMMON SENSE anyway! Heres another example. My dad and I were on the Dart train in Dallas today and it was jam packed. The seats were full and so were the ailes. Well, we stopped at one of the stations and a couple left their seats and got off. An elderly woman started towards the seat, but no, here comes some hotshot on her cell phone, and not even paying any attention, she sits on the outside seat so that nobody else can occupy the empty seat. The elderly lady is stopped in her tracks and slowly hobbles back to the bar she was holding on too. COME ON!! Is there no sense of respect in today's society? Why do you have to take up two seats on a jam packed train for yourself? That woman never got up or moved over. She just sat in her TWO seats and made everybody stand until it was her turn to get off. I think spring break just stupefies people. It has got to be the only reason. Some people just need to think about others for a change, the world is not there to serve them.

I suppose anything can go Brokeback on us now...

2006-03-08T19:34:00.000-06:00

This is quite funny

Probably My Favorite Song

2006-03-04T18:13:00.000-06:00

Focus Shall Not Fail
All That Remains

Instrumental

I find not distractions live life of single mind
and failure is not inherent for I will have what's mine
I'll struggle and sacrifice should I find value there
I'll not be scorned by failure
I'll not relent

now my conscience shall dictate my way
no more apologies no more mistakes
now solid direction has strengthened my resolve
fear not for consequences

Chorus
fear not at all my focus shall not fail
I shall not fall and nor shall I despair
Repeat

exist no more distractions exist no more delays
set free from inhibitions set solid on my way
now set forth with purpose and with a strong resolve
fear not for consequences

Chorus x2

Solo

I'm Actually Kind of Surprised Nobody Posted About This

2006-03-01T18:53:00.000-06:00

I guess I'll be the first...

Celina High School Concert Band won sweepstakes at yesterdays competition!! That's one's across the board for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, and let me just say, it's a very good thing.

Don't Ask

2006-02-24T22:35:00.000-06:00

"Crikey!"
"We are in search of the mongrel sisters now"
"It's a Hankus dogus!"
"We eat whatever we can get our hands on"
"Poor Frank"
"I oughta stop pokin' 'im now"
"I believe this be a garage biome"
"I smother you in escargo!"
"They chew and suck the juices out of them...but this doesn't seem to be the only victim..."
"This is Bruce...uh...Bruce"
"Mmmmm, food"
"Killed in his prime"
"Must of been the girl stuff I injected into him"
"My name...is Schwarzengerman!"
"Get back to the RV!"
"Hail Hitler!!"
"Crist lag in todesbanden!"
"You can praise the fueher later"
"Mmmm...death...my bread and butter"
"See us next week when we track down the Wereostrich!"
"This is Mak Mohair, signing out"

This post in loving memory of: Frank, Louis Pascal, Bruce the Coalminer, and Schwarzengerman. You all will remain in our loving hearts, now let's go catch some of those mongrel sisters.

2006-02-22T17:09:00.000-06:00

This one left me speechless...quite funny though

My First Olympic Post

2006-02-17T22:37:00.000-06:00

For those of you that watched it tonight, did anybody else feel sorry for Jacobellis? I don't really know what to feel because I'm mad that she would show off like that, but I also feel bad that she lost the gold, and I don't really know if she meant to show off. It could have just as easily have been that some of her halfpipe instincts kicked in. But, I suppose most valuable lessons are learned the hard way. I would absolutely hate to be in her position.

I could be making a lot of money right now...

2006-02-17T11:23:00.000-06:00

My blog is worth $5,080.86.
How much is your blog worth?

Throw Me In Jail

2006-02-15T17:32:00.000-06:00

I need a book like Mein Komf. Don't get the wrong idea, but it would be nice to have something that would influence like that wouldn't it?

Smelly Kid Valentine Giver

2006-02-15T17:17:00.000-06:00

I honestly believe that Valentine's Day is the worst holiday besides Ramadan, but that's beside the point. I don't like the whole day, there is no point to it whatsoever. And crazy teachers make us turn in crazy projects on that day. It's just a bad day all around. But, it's over now and I'm listening to the most awesome band since All That Remains...10 Years.

Sick...again

2006-02-09T19:15:00.000-06:00

Well, I'm sick again. This time, it was pretty bad with fever and hallucinations (guess where I thought I was...band hall. Go figure), so I went to the ER last night and spent the night there where they pumped me full of fluids and took blood tests and performed a lumbar puncture. Let me tell you, that was fun...not. I just kind of laid there all night and drifted in and out of consciousness while they poked and prodded me. The nurse was really nice though, and none of his shots hurt, while I thought that the lady doing the second round of lab tests was driving a sword through my arm. But, at least I don't remember much of last night, and the fluids they gave me really helped, so I'm missing Jazz Band and One Act Play again for a secondary flu infection (thank goodness it isn't meningitis, that's what they were scared of), but next week I should be immune to everything in Celina and I won't miss anything anymore. So, I'll take my leave and go lay down for a little while and hopefully be ready for school next week.

Yay, sickness!

2006-02-03T11:09:00.000-06:00

Well, I got sick for the first time since 7th grade, and I believe this is the worst sickness I've had for a long time...hence the lack in posting. I have Influenza Type A, more commonly known as the flu. And it sucks...bad. It reached its climax on Wednesday, complete with a 105 degree fever and an icing down in the tub, that was the coldest I think I've ever been. Luckily, I didn't have to go to the hospital, thank you Ibuprofin! So, I'm on my way to recovery now thanks to the miracle drug, Timaflu. Anyway, hope to see all you guys on Monday!

Just an idea...

2006-01-22T00:05:00.000-06:00

Maybe you could somehow incorporate this into the OAP shirt? And maybe some quotes (now, I know these are cheesy, but just an idea)

"It were all pretense"
"Satan is loose"
"I saw George Jacobs with the devil!"
"Hang them high over the town!"

"Who weeps for these, weeps for
corruption" Wouldn't that look cool
under the picture? (since they were
all hanged)

Just some ideas

Awesome Song

2006-01-20T23:26:00.000-06:00

We are the lost

The ones forgotten

And this time

The future is ours

It's in our hands

We're the tear in your eyes

We're the blood in your veins

We're the beat of your heart

We're the sweat on your face

We're the ones that you chase

We're the promise that you made

We're the voice in your head

We're the lies that you said

We're the kids that you pushed away

We are...
We are the lost the ones forgotten

And this time

The future is ours

It's in our hands

We are one

We're the pride of your lives

We're the light shining deep in your eyes

We're the choice that you made

We're the smile on your face

When you sleep at night
We're the best thing you had

But you left us behind

We're the kids that you pushed away
We are the lost the ones forgotten

And this time

The future is ours

It's in our hands

We are one, one
We're the pain that you feel

We're the scars that don't heal

We're the tears in your eyes

We're the reason you cry

We're the voice in your head

We're the lies that you said

We're the best thing you had

But you pushed us away
We are the lost the ones forgotten

And this time

The future is ours

It's in our hands

We are

The lost the ones forgotten

And we've got

Nothing to lose

Together we stand up tall

We are one

2006-01-15T11:11:00.000-06:00

I double dog, triple dog, hot dog DARE you to play your music in time!

Yay more short posts!

2006-01-14T20:12:00.000-06:00

Apparantly, I'm 74% dixie. Go South! We so should have won that war. Stupid yanks and their factories.

It's Been Decided

2006-01-09T16:26:00.000-06:00

I'm going to grow my hair really long and then I will be Reverend Parris the annoying hippie evil dude! Yea!

It's Been A While

2006-01-06T16:14:00.000-06:00

Yea, it has. Anyway, here's what I've done this past week:

Hardly slept
Started OAP
Practiced my guts out on both instruments
Completed multiple hours of homework
Ate dinner at Olive Garden
Actually played real music in concert band

That's about it, yet it's taken up all my time. Thank goodness the weekend is here. I think I'll just sleep through it.

2006-01-01T11:16:00.000-06:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

It's the dawn of a new age, 2006 here we come!

Another Day, Another Dollar

2005-12-28T23:06:00.000-06:00

Well, in my case, probably a dime...Anyway, I'm offically fifteen now. I feel exactly like I did yesterday. Of course, I'm at my dad's and everything seems to be a little out of touch with reality here. I talked back to Celina today and found out that I'm on my way to a permit! Yay permits! Watch out populace, Chris is on the road! Anyway, we didn't do a whole lot today, just took it easy. I had cake of course, and we ate at Salt Grass, which was also pretty good.

Oh, I almost forgot! I know that most of you will probably not care about this next part, so I'll color it a different color and you can skip over it if you like. For Christmas, my mom gave my dad (here in Rockwall) the deluxe special edition 2-disc Phantom of the Opera movie soundtrack (ask Brian, he knows what I'm talking about). So anyway, I started drooling all over it when I saw it on the couch two days ago and I borrowed it. My dad still doesn't know I have it, so I'm uploading it onto the computer so he'll never know I had it. But it's so freaking awesome!! I can't wait 'till we go and see it live!!

Anyway, I think I'm going to go to bed now. Good night!

Ahh, The Joys of the Holidays

2005-12-27T19:56:00.000-06:00

Well, we're halfway through and I don't know what to do right now. I'm tired of "going with the flow". I want to plan something for once. I don't even know what I'm doing for my birthday tomorrow! Any suggestions? Maybe I'll go work on act I...o wait, I've already done that, three times. How about Lord of the Flies, considering it has to be finished sometime next month. O well, hope you guys have a happy new year!

Besides "Passed Away"

2005-12-27T00:01:00.000-06:00

Would sanitation make a good euphemism for death?
How about natural selection?
Any others?

Ho! Ho! Ho!

2005-12-24T18:03:00.000-06:00

Ok, yea, the title is stupid I know, but considering the fact that I have to leave soon and I won't be on the blogging scene tomorrow, I had to come up with something. Anyway,

MERRY
CHRISTMAS!!!

Yes, there is a reason why CHRIST is captalised. Just doing my duty to put Christ back into Christmas.

The One In Shining Armor

2005-12-21T18:21:00.000-06:00

Here's a thoughtful poem written by yours truly.

What happened,
To the Knight?
The one in shining armor?
The chivalry, and the code that bound him?

What happened,
To that knight?
The one so courageous,
That he stood at the front of his men in battle?

What happened,
To that knight?
Who drove into the middle of the fray,
And even when his helmet flew off, he still fought?

What happened,
To that knight?
Whose men were bound to him,
And they fought with him, to the end?

What happened,
To that knight?
Who fought in the battles
That were already lost?

What happened,
To that knight?
Who slammed into the enemy,
With his men behind him, and when he died,
Many mourned the loss?

What happened,
To this Knight?
Pieces of him live on,
A little bit in all of us,
Less in some, more in others.

Is there one, though,
Who is fully this Knight,
Fighting the battle of this world,
Holding to his code of honor,In the face of death?

Yea

2005-12-19T20:52:00.000-06:00

Well, it's done, and we went to state...twice.

I think it was a great run. Although I am just a freshman. I had a great time...not like anything else I've ever done, and had a great time doing it.

Here's some of my remembrences

1st day of Freshman Orientation
2nd day of FO
Band Camp
Two-a-Days
Band Nerdiness
1st Football Game
Patriotic Horn Names
Amps
Region
Parties and Getting Ready for Area
Area Results
Getting Ready for State
State
School After State

So, I had a great time. Senior's I'm going to miss you. Everybody else, I can't wait untill next year!

For football fans, yes, the Celina Bobcats have won the state game!

In case you were bored

2005-12-14T21:59:00.000-06:00

Here's some sites to visit if you are bored.

For the humorous ones...

For the religious ones...

And for the passionate, artistic ones...

The cool thing is that they are all done by the same guy!

Did somebody say OAP?

2005-12-12T21:26:00.000-06:00

I think somebody did. Today was the first rehearsal and there is not much to say about it. We found out that our version of "The Crucible" was way to long (after cuts), about an hour and a half actually. So, we're going to maim it some more and hope for the best. Anyway, I never got called in for the "incident" today, although Mr. W did yell at me (what's new). That seems to be all he does these days. Why do I always get caught when the real culprit does not? O well. Life moves on. It's too short to worry about his yelling fits and name calling.

Just remember for those of you in the "incident", in the words of Corey, "I've not said a word. Nobody here can testify that I've said a word!"
Chao

I really can't think of a name for this post

2005-12-11T10:09:00.000-06:00

Yea, it's been a while. It's been a very, very busy yet very, very sslllooowww week. Did anybody else notice that (besides Julia)? Anyway, it snowed (yay!) and we got to go to school late. We had another football game and won...again. So, it was a very normal week (if you can call my life normal). I did finish The CRUCIBLE! IT WAS AWESOME! And I die such a hero *tear slowly rolls down cheek*. Anyway, I can't wait to get started, although I have no idea what to expect. Finals are this week. We get to get out of school at QUARTER 'TILL ONE! Yes, I'm excited, it's a whole new prospect to me. So, I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow (unless of course, you are one of those random bloggers and happened to come across mine, then, I won't see you tomorrow, and if I did, I wouldn't know who you were anyway).

And one more thing...

2005-12-06T22:22:00.000-06:00

Very very short version (you have got to hear it live. Ask Stephen or me and we'll grace with our wonderful voices and sound effects...that's right, you heard me. Sound effects)

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
seven drummers drumming,
six obnoxious trumpets,
fffiiivvee frilly flutes.
four french horns,
three euphoniums (trombones, take your pick)
two alto saxes *nice and poised*
and one great big tuuubaaa!!!

On the "Band"wagon

2005-12-06T20:35:00.000-06:00

Yea, corny jokes! Anyway, I'm supposed to be doing Biology and my Spanish project, but why do that when I can do this? Not much happened today except for the fact that I totally caught Mrs. Baldridge off guard by trying out for one act play. I wonder how I did...here's another one of those quizzes you can take a look at while I ponder that...hmmm...

How You Life Your Life

You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.You're laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think.Your friends tend to be a as quirky as you are - which is saying a lot!You tend to always dream of things within reach - and you usually get them.

How Do You Live Your Life?

Fazizzle

2005-12-04T15:02:00.000-06:00

Celina Independent Schoo` District is committed ta ho-slappin' young thugz ta be a responsible n contribut'n memba of society at tha present n in tha future. We would like ta ask our students ta cooperate wit tha staff, parents, n community memba ta ensure tizzle they wizzill reach they academic n social potential. In return, we will furnish them wit a safe, bustin' n orderly environment. Through a variety of curricizzles n extracurrizzle experiences they wizzle learn and my money on my mind:

Self-confidizzle disciplizzle n motivizzle
Think'n n problem solv'n skills
Respect n knowledge fo` our country n system of government
Productive fiscal managizzle
Respect fo` otha n they property
Respect n awareness of our environment

Celina ISD is "An Equal Opportunity Employer" n complies wit tha Title IX n Title II. It is tha policy of Celina ISD not ta discriminate on tha basis of sizzay handicap, race, or national origin in its educizzles n vocatizzle programs, activities, or employment as required by Title IX, Section 504 n Title VI cuz I'm fresh out the pen. Celina ISD wizzay takes steps ta assure tizzle tha lack of English language skills W-to-tha-izzill not be a barria ta admission n participizzles in all education n vocatizzle programs.

Hizzle of The Bobcats
TASB Policy Manual
Ordinance fo` adopt'n a tax rate (2005-2006)

Translitation thanks to www.gizoogle.com

Rowdy Teens Beware: the Mosquito is Coming

2005-12-01T22:54:00.000-06:00

Yes, this is a real headline
No, it is not about the insect
Yes, it is a machine
No, I'm not going to explain it (it's much too late)
Yes, you can ask me tomorrow and I'll tell you
Yes, it is my current event, so those of you in Coach Worrel's class, please do not use it
Yes, I made the all-region band, 4th chair Concert :)

Time

2005-11-30T20:08:00.000-06:00

For those of you that like to think, I would suggest reading the Time Machine by H. G. Wells. I haven't gotten very far yet, but Wells has an interesting outlook on the fourth demension: time. He tells how we can manipulate it just like we manipulate other objects. Its quite interesting really.

It would also let me see the new "Lunch Makers smiley face" again. Now that's an interesting subject. See Andrew for details.

The end of the break

2005-11-26T22:51:00.000-06:00

Wow. I'm not ready for school to start again. I don't want to go to ATSSB auditions, I don't want to go to One Act Play auditions, I don't want to go to Biology, I just want to stay at home a sleep. But, I do want to do those things (except for maybe Biology), I'm just not ready for them. Oh well, it's too late to worry about it now. *yawn* Good night.

Happy Thanksgiving!

2005-11-24T15:22:00.000-06:00

Ok, back to my normal self.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody! Hope you get "stuffed!" (Ha ha! Get it? Ok, yea, it was stupid) Anyway, here are some other questions.

Randomly Annoying, Stupidly Pointless Questions

Which would you rather, find a four leaf clover or a needle in a hay stack?
Would you rather fly in a plane or sail on a ship?
Would you rather find buried treasure or win the lottery?
Which do you think came first, the chicken or the egg?
Which would you rather have one fish, two fish, a red fish, or a blue fish?
What would you touch with a ten-foot pole?
If yellow and blue make green, does lemon and blueberry make lime?
If pro is the opposite of con, is progress the opposite of congress?
If you choke a smurf, what color will it turn?
If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do they all drown?
Is it true that cannibals won't eat clowns because they taste funny?
If a man is standing in a forest, and there is no woman around to hear him, is he still wrong?
Why do they lock gas station bathrooms, are they afraid someone will clean them?
If a tin whistle is made out of tin, what is a fog horn made out of?
If psychics really know the winning lottery numbers, why are they still working?
Isn't it a little unnerving that doctors call what they do practice?
Why don't they make mouse flavored catnip?
Is there another word for synonym?
If a cow laughs, will milk come out it's nose?
If a football game was held in Flushing NY, would it be called the toilet bowl?
Why are there interstate highways in Hawaii?
Is an illegal a sick bird?
Is a tavern with a dirt floor called a sand bar?
What's up with door to door salespeople? I mean how do you sell a door to a door?
Did you know that in the year 900, 10,000 Normans invaded France. Can you imagine that many guys with the same name?
If you're scared half to death twice, do you die?
If you get mono twice, is it called stereo?
Why do we drive in parkways, and park in driveways?
Could a shaker assault be considered a religious attack?
Does steel wool come from mechanical sheep?
Do golfers play doctor on their days off?
Why don't meteorologists study meteors?
How long is a cat nap? Can it be measured in dog years?
Where is the self-help section?
Why don't men ride sidesaddle?
If Spam™ is spiced ham, what's Sponkey?
If a cat is thrown out a car window while driving, does it become "Kitty Litter"?
Why do we call things that are sent by ship "cargo", but things sent by car "shipments"?
Why doesn't Super Glue stick to the bottle?
If a CD is put on a CD Player upside-down, will it play backwards?
Why are rabbits feet considered lucky? The rabbit had four of them and it's still dead.
Why don't they make the whole airplane out of the stuff they use to build the little black box? It always survives.
Speaking of airplanes, why do they have floatation devices under the seats? Wouldn't parachutes make more sense?
Why do we call it a "Hot Water Heater"? Hot water doesn't need heated.
Why do we call them "Buildings"? They're already built.
Why do we call them "Apartments" when they are so close together?
If Vegetarians eat vegetables, what does that say about Humanitarians?
Why do they call them a "Pair" of underwear when you only wear one?
And for that matter, why do they call it a bra, when it's holding a pair?
In football, why do they call them "Running Backs", when they're always running forward?

Toys and Flies

2005-11-21T17:56:00.000-06:00

First off, I would like to say that no names will be mentioned in this post, so there's nothing to worry about. This is not directed to any of the Celina band members or friends. This is directed to a small group of people. You know who you are. I hope you learn something.

Ok here I go.

WHY IS IT THAT WHEN YOU ARE TRYING TO DO SOMETHING RIGHT, EVERYBODY TRIES TO SCREW YOU OVER?!
It doesn't make any sense. You know, it doesn't hurt to be nice. It really isn't that hard. Maybe this world would be a little nicer if it weren't for you BONGHOLES who are out there just to make people's lives miserable. Maybe, you don't know, but it TEARS AWAY AT OUR INSIDES. WE ARE PEOPLE AND WE HAVE FEELINGS!! I'm SICK AND TIRED of you IDIOTS who think we are TOYS AND ARE HERE TO TORTURE. You must have been that kid who tore the wings off of flies for the fun of it. WE ARE NOT FLIES!! Don't you people have a conscience?? And one more thing, it affects more people than the person you intend to hurt. It affects their FAMILY!! Yes! Wow! New prospect huh?? And guess what? Family members ALSO HAVE FEELINGS! You know what? I'm sick and tired of taking your crap! If I was older, I would have done something a LONG time ago. But I am only 14. There is not much I can do. Except for one thing. I won't give in. You can tear away all you want, and you'll probably tear a bunch of flesh, but you won't touch the inside. No you won't. You caused pain. Satisfied? I hope you are because you're not getting any further. It stops here.

2005-11-16T21:19:00.000-06:00

Lost,
Lost in a world with too many turns,
Too many options,
Too many paths.

Lost,
Lost in a world full of fog,
Rain,
And ice.

Sliding and slipping
In a strange world
That nobody sees,
Except me.

Lost,
Lost in this strange world.
Too many turns,
So many are wrong.

Lost...lost

Of Promiscuity, Sentences, Mouthpieces, and Hungarian Dances

2005-11-14T20:20:00.000-06:00

Ok, how many times can you possibly use the word "promiscuity" in a class (even if it's absitnance class). I swear, Mrs. Gilmore must have used it fifty times. I read the longest sentence in the world today, thanks to Catherine. It was horribly constructed, but still a sentence. I was going to get a new mouthpiece today, but my Brook Mays only sells Holtons. Grrr. But I did get my second piano competition piece today, Hungarian Dance No. 5. It's probably one of the coolest classical piece ever written (but certainly not as cool as Toccata). So, there's an update of my life. Hope you enjoyed the couple of minutes of diversion. If you would like further diversion (humor) then you can visit Brian's post on chinese speaking or Stephen's post on angry bob. They are quite funny.
I would also like to bring your attention and thoughts to Andrew and his mom.

2005-11-12T14:30:00.000-06:00

The answer is yes.