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sadness and the fighting nun

12-3-'xx: 5:05pm

[ i don't feel like putting the songs i'm listening to today ]

well. i've had an interesting past couple of days. past two days, rather. it's seemed like more than that, though.

friday. it started out pretty regular. about 15 minutes into choir, an announcement came over the intercom saying that all "confidential staff" needed to meet for a meeting. i'm not sure who the "confidential staff" are, but mr larsen makes some sarcastic coment about faculty meetings, someone makes some sarcastic remark about the computers [ which, to my knowledge, are still down due to a massive amount of viruses that hit the system the other day. one obviously got through ], and we go on with class. about 15 minutes later, officer gardener comes in and motions for mr larsen to come with him. mr larsen talks to him a second, then turns back to us and tells us that he is going to have to go to the meeting after all, to keep running through the tunes, and that if he's allowed to tell us what's going on, he will.

we all knew it had to be a pretty big deal if mr larsen left class. it was kind of hard for everyone to concentrate, no one was really sure what was going on. i aided in rehearsing, ran the tunes a few times, then decided to run carol of the bells. we were just starting that one for the second time when mr larsen came back and told us all to sit down. we gathered around the desks, and he sat down at the desk right beside the piano, pulled out a piece of paper and read it.

it was a very bare bones version of this article, telling vauge details of the death of our school's principal, ken surby, just a few hours before. i don't know...something about hearing that and seeing mr larsen genuinely crying set the day up wrong.

but the day went on. they cancelled the pep assembly, but not that night's basketball game. my english teacher wouldn't read the press release to us like they told him to...he had someone in the class do it and left the room. in history, mr dron asked us if we could truly concentrate enough to do our DBQ and matt said it best..."i think i ended up reading a total of four pages last hour." third hour the daily announcements pratically broke my heart...and so on.

mr larsen said..."this day has just been...a 1. a perfect 1." i'm not sure what scale he's using, but i imagine 1 is pretty low on it.

anyway, the game that night actually went really well. we whooped prairie...won by 21 points. and noticed that the prairie team had tattoos on their arms...just as kennewick traditionally does [ that night, however, they had KS painted on their arms, in loving memory ]. and the band sounded good, too.

afterward, me, jacque, and lizzy went to starbucks and got coffee and just sat and talked. well, until they turned the lights off, anyway, and we were forced out onto the patio. we got cold eventually and moved on to hastings, where we hung out until they started playing "happy trails", which is the symbol that they're closing. they play it for five minutes straight, and then the national anthem, which i thought was pretty cool to tell you the truth. like when TV stations used to go off the air and stuff.

and a funny story about that...i told jacque and lizzy this as we were walking down to rite aid. this one time, me and taco were watching TV at my grandma's house and we flipped to the preview channel to see what was going to be on. when we did, we noticed that according to their listings, all the stations were going off the air at 2am. this puzzled us, because they have cable and whatnot, and it led us to ponder: if all the stations go off the air at 2am, do they all play the national anthem? and what about the canadian channel? does it play "o canada"? so we decided to stay up and find out. we used the clock on the preview channel as our guide. at 1:59, we turned to the preview channel to watch it turn over to 2pm, because when it did we were going to flip through every channel. but alas...after 1:59:59am, it went directly back to 1am! we'd forgotten that it was daylight savings day, and since it was fall, it was fall back. we went to bed...and the question remains unanswered.

anyway, so we walked down to rite aid only to discover that it, too, was closed. but it was worth the trek to see about two carfulls of people dragging lawnchairs, blankets, and air mattresses out to the front of the store to be the first ones in line for when backstreet boys tickets went on sale at 10 the next morning. insanity. i mean, it was like 20 degrees outside, and they had 11 hours to wait.

so we then went to safeway, where i bought tweesers and mentos, and then to lizzy's house. i ended up staying there until 3am just talking with the two of them [ and lizzy's dad for awhile, too ]...great conversations.

yesterday wasn't that interesting...i went to leavenworth to sing at the town-lighting festival. hung out with tara carpenter, who i knew but not very well, and just generally had a good day. i bought a punching nun, and that was worth the 8 hours i spent on the bus, i swear, i could play with that thing for hours.

and so on. nothing exciting happened today at all. i had a headache, it finally went away. and i'd like to know why every time i try to download "heroes lost and fallen" my computer freezes. probably because that song is possibly the creepiest song ever written. it must be cursed.

this diary will be a year old in two weeks. i'll have to throw a party! par-tay!

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