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...it's all about the benjamins 3-30-'o1: 6:33pm [ re-posted 7:43pm ] sleep, eat, school, eat, sleep. my life, it seems, has become a hopeless palendrome. it's weird...a week ago i was in disneyland. i know it sounds cheesy to say it like that...but my main concern when i got back from the trip was that this week was going to crawl along at a snail's pace. surprisingly, the week went by really fast. it was supposed to be my first full week of school in 7 weeks, but when we got to the school at 3:30am on monday and i was still coughing up recycled air from the plane, i made an executive decision to stay home monday. and stay home i did, until jess woke me up at 2:30pm asking if we were going to practice our quartet. that's when i remembered that i had a lesson that day, as well as the last symphony rehersal before we went to contest. the lesson learned: i can never get too far away from school. the trip, actually, was great. it was funny...i didn't get excited at all. that usually means something really bad is going to happen...i kept expecting the plane to crash or something...but i just had fun. on the way there, i sat with russ and we made puppets out of the barf bags. three days at disneyland was a bit much, i admit, but i still had a great time. there isn't really much to say about it...it was all about relaxing, getting stuck on space mountian, watching the daily parade of disney characters, and seeing ariel backstage smoking a cigarette. i don't think i was supposed to see that. just watch...the disney snipers will have my head faster than you can say "m-i-c, k-e-y, m-o-u-s-e." they will erase my memory to uphold disney's image of goodness and cleanliness. although i don't see how they're going to escape the image that comes with laying off a whole assload of people. goodness, indeed! what i found ironic, however, was the amount of punk rockers that were there. i mean...not only is disneyland "the happiest place on earth"...but it is also "the most commercialized place on earth". aren't punk rockers supposed to be anti-establishment? i really don't see how you would sneak into disneyland...i'm tempted to say that there were more employees walking around the park with headsets, brooms, and dustpans than tourists. i was baffled. anyway, while we were there, we only experienced one of the legendary rolling blackouts...and it was while we were at LAX. it was actually pretty irritating...alaska airlines was already having enough trouble because they'd over-booked our flight and were frantically trying to give people the axe and a free ticket. i would have taken the free ticket any day if they'd let me. anyway, so we sat in the airport terminal, gate 31, and the power goes off and on. good thing the airport had a generator or else we would have been screwed. we sat around after that while they got everything back online, and i just remembered the last time i was at LAX: they'd had an earthquake, and a power surge had set a bunch of electronics offline, delaying our flight three hours. i could just see the whole incident repeating itself. it didn't, though, and in the extra 40 minutes or so we had to wair, russ read dirty horoscopes out of the copy of cosmo he'd jacked from kelly at the beginning of the trip. a good time was had by all. and of course, when we went to medieval times, our knight [ red-yellow ] was the first one to get killed off. and what's worse, he was picked off by the yellow knight, who was a sissy. you hear that, yellow knight? you're a SISSY! and after that sleepy monday, the week went on. sleep, eat, school, eat, sleep. i got my IB stuff turned in yesterday, and i feel a bit bad because ormson is a bit swamped and he had to get an extention to get it all graded. at least i got it done. the week was otherwise uneventful. a cosby sweater made an appearence early in the week...providing entertainment at least for the next couple of weeks for me. it was a medium-ugly cosby sweater. i could laugh for hours. no, i won't go into further detail. just imagine a cosby sweater...that should be funny enough. and today, larsen convinced me to apply to eastern. i was decidedly against applying there...but he made it seem like i am a valuble asset and that they may want me. i like feeling important. so i'll apply to go there and contact all the music people. i can only hope for $$$. screw education! it's all about the benjamins! and now...indianapolis in four days. four days! crazy. i'm just glad i get to get a haircut tuesday. i really freakin' need one. |
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