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it's just [ talk ] 6-19-'o: 2:02pm so it's been happening again...the same thing that happens every year after i get out of school. i dream about school...being late, having to go back, et cetera. it's even more irritating this year, since i've graduated and all. then i dreamed about marching band. at least last night i had a dream about living in a dorm...although the presense of some former teachers/directors and current high school students and the fact that the dorm was actually my mom's old house kind of makes it not count. and graduation was...graduation. i was pleased to find out sunday that i was lucky as far as the boring-ness factor goes...our graduation wasn't nearly as snore worthy as kamiak's. i swear, i thought they were going to have to drag my crusty, dried-up remains out of there after it. it was that bad. i got to make fun of their band, though, so it was all good. they collectively looked like an legion of barneys...which is even worse than the orange-and-black halloween party of our commencement. i wore my half uniform under my gown, because my dress showed and that bothered me. they ended up pronouncing my name wrong, which i think i'll label as the highlight of my "high school career". nothing like walking up, giving them a phonetic namecard, and getting your name mispronounced. zah-bell. lovely. "it has a nice ring to it, though. get it? bell, ring?" john is quite the comedian, i must say. afterward, i entertained my family at red robin and then set off for some graduation parties. which means that i couldn't find andy's party, so i ended up just going to ruth's and staying for an ungodly amount of time eating fruit and getting sunburnt. saw two teachers from the science department and one from the math department show up to get their share of the home-brew made in honour of ruth's graduation. later, mark [ lane ] complained to kelly "see, if it hadn't been our aniversary, i could have been there." much later was the senior party. i was unsure about it but it turned out to be a good idea. mostly, i ate and played blackjack with my dad and old buds. at the end of the party, though, i ended up winning a dvd player, which made it worth the $15 and the incredible effort to stay up and going until 3:30am. and the following monday, like the true loser i am, i went back to school. sunday night had been my baking-fest...i decided to try my hand at some drop cookies and ended up quite successful. i made chocolate with chocolate chips [ which i lovingly call "super chocolate death" ] and chocolate with peanut butter chips. i brought some to the lanes that night and mark, who is one of the pickiest eaters i know, ate two and told me to bring more the next morning. so that's exactly what i did...i showed up in the middle of 2nd hour with a zillion cookies. my reasoning for being there was that i had to "tie up loose ends"...but i bet you're not surprised to hear that i did nothing of the sort. i stayed and harassed john for awhile like i had promised to the night before, and then moved on to the middle band after second hour turned over into third. i had planned to talk to haug about my music theory project, but he was absent for whatever reason so i left a note on his desk and continued screwing off. at the beginning of 4th hour, i went with russ to pick up equipment at the colliseum left over from commencement. i proceeded to be of absolutely no help there, but at least the only person there to pick on me was russ. he complained about the cords getting caught on stuff as he rolled them in. "if i was falling off a cliff, they wouldn't get caught on anything and save my life. they only get caught on stuff if i don't want them to. i think it's God playing a joke on me." kind of reminds me of the rest of life. and after i came back, i spent the rest of the day loafing around. the middle band kids forced me to eat a piece of pizza at their pizza party..i swear, graduation=death. i did nothing for something like 2 weeks straight but eat. everyone was wearing burger king crowns...john had his brother in spokane get five hundred of the old-skool ones and he wrote notes/signed one for every kid in the department. that's a lot of crowns...he was a brave soul to take on such a task. after lunch i worked on my "remember when" sheet for the instrumental musc awards that night, taking a break to go to the school awards ceremony they held after 6th hour. i havent seen such a chaotic event since i saw save ferris play at RCKNDY in '98...it was a zoo. the new "senior" guys thought that they had to live up to their status and act like hot shits the whole time, yelling and creating an uproar about everything. the rest of the student body wasn't so angelic, either, and the awards ceremony was a disaster. i never remember it falling apart so badly after the seniors left in previous years...if you would have asked me before i would have said that my class leaving would have been an improvement. i guess that i over-estimated them. the only person who was able to restore any order to the ceremony was lane, and i believe that is partially due to his expertise with "the look". it lasted 45 seconds, tops. i remained at the school fairly late waiting for kelly, who got hung up at costco getting the reprints for the colourguard awards. i proceeded to get picked on. john: "y'know...you just graduated, and you're still here more than everyone else." i showed him. ha! and the awards ceremony...holy crap. i swept the table for awards...i was shocked, to tell you the truth. along with jenn, i got three awards: outstanding strings, the [ something ] orchestra award [ the whereabouts of which were unknown at the time and still are unknown as far as i know ], and outstanding colourguard. three awards i never expected to win. i got to tell the pirate joke when i collected the outstanding colourguard award. and then, on my own i got the big award that i NEVER in my life expected to get...most valuble to the department. i was floored. sure, i do a lot, but i never expected to get any votes. as john reminded me later, though...i did get a standing ovation from the music students as i went and got the award. i didn't notice, though...i was too busy concentrating on not falling over. it must have been quite a sight...silly little me practically skipping up to the stage, wearing my own upside-down burger king crown. no fancy acceptence speech or dramatic crap...i just took the plaque and got a hug from each director. concentrated on not falling down the stairs as i exited the stage. i do that a lot lately. senior roast was pretty good...they got me alright but there was little that i wasn't already expecting. i thought that i was played a little too bitchy but i don't think i have a say in that. my appearence in the jazz band skit was a little overdone...they had me complaining about my amp being gone...which NEVER happened because no one else was allowed to touch it. they should have roasted me for that, even though that was beyond my control [ i even offered to loan it out to jazz I when theirs was missing and caught a lot of crap from larsen about it ]. but i suppose they had to build up to my [ or kiri, i should say, she was playing me ] final line, "this is the only band i'm not in!" my individual roast was actually pretty good. they first thing i was totally expecting...becca goes "we all know what cyd loves" and then shows the audience this shirt and says "cyd loves *nsync!" the shirt said "i [ heart ] *nsync" on it in sharpie pen. that wasn't all, though...i totally wasn't expecting the next part. becca told the audience that i have an "interesting talent" and told me to show the audience. i refused, because i knew what she was up to. i ended up having to give in, though, i didn't have much of a choice. i told them the background, however, about our late night and trip to kinkos and the quartet and all. then, i go tin the middle of the stage and did it. like...i get on my stomach and reach behind my head and grab my feet. then, i rock back and forth on my stomach. sounds easy, but you'd be surprised how many people can't do it. i just have enough fat on my stomach to pull it off. people got a kick out of that. anyway, the last skit i was in the was orchestra skit, where kiri protrayed me giving one of my archived band director-ish speeches. the "y'know, some people actually care about this orchestra and want us to do well, so give jennifer some respect and be quiet and tune" speech. the sad thing was i actually did give that speech, and although it wasn't contextually correct [ i gave it during a violin sectional ], she didn't really exagerate. overall...i didn't get burned too bad. of course, after that was the traditional trip to dairy queen. and then a dvd at matt's house with some recent and not-so-recent kennewick high graduates. since we didn't have school they next morning and all. matt won the other dvd player at the senior party, and we ended up watching "one flew over the cuckoo's nest". regardless of what steven says, i think it's a good film. i'll bet he was thinking "i could crap a better film than that." he didn't say it, but i know he was thinking it. i would have stayed for hot tubbing afterward but...it was 1am and i am definitely NOT a candidate for hot tubbing. i don't care how dark it was. seeing that i got very little done monday, i went back tuesday to see about those loose ends that i left hanging. i got picked on some more, but i came to do 4 things: 1] get my diploma and i did all four, and then i left. i was proud of myself. that is, until i went back during 5th hour. i had called my grandma and she said she wanted a copy of my composition...the only cd of which was at the school, and the only means to burn it were there as well. so i snuck into larsen's office as quickly as possible to avoid taunting and ate cheescake and chewed the fat for awhile [ i guess that if you take it a certian way, those two things are one and the same...! ]. an interesting conversation: me: "oh man, i am such a pig" i made the copy as soon as the choir room was vacated, and i haven't been back since. surprised? don't be. i didn't have much of a chance to go back since i caught the bus at 5:15am the next day. i can't stand how the bus takes 7 hours to get from the tri-cities to seattle. i mean...that's a 4 hour drive, 3 1/2 on a good day. it takes 4 hours to get to yakima for gosh sakes...that's a one hour drive for any normal person. drives me bonkers. anyway, i got to seattle with most of my sanity intact and went out for vienamese food with my uncle tony and cousin shelly, who both work at prodata. my favorite part of seattle....yeeeah. my grandma eventually came and picked me up and i spent the next few days doing hte following things: 1] sleeping i went and visited my great grandma and grandpa, as well. i had a praticularly nice club sandwich at the country club on the golf course where they live. my great grandfather recently was the oldest person in the county to get a hole-in-one. at 87 or something. no joke. eventually we braved the godforsaken everett traffic and picked up taco so we could chill. at that point we also purchased a large television for my grandfather. i hated that part...the store was crawling with scummy salesmen, the scummiest of which was the asshole with the mullet that sold us the aforementioned television. taco and i chilled. from watching various performances of pop by *nsync, i have come to the conclusion that wade j robson should take a break from the pop-star choreography deal and do the choreography for kennewick high's new marching band field show opener, mr roboto by styx. his style would suit it well. ron could still do the rest of the show. wade would only have to be there for band camp, and i sure wouldn't mind having him there. riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. so that brings us to today. kinda. taco highlighted my hair on sunday/monday, it looks neat. i left monday morning, and the bus ride back wasn't nearly as excruciating as the one up. i suppose that's because the one up is always worse than the one back...and somehow i managed to sleep. the cute boy sitting across the aisle might have had something to do with it, too. i didn't talk to him, though, because a] he slept almost the entire time i was awake and b] i'm a wuss. i was sad when he got off the bus in yakima. i took a nap shortly after i got home, then woke up and followed through on my summer resolution by going down to the track and running. i was going to run a few laps, walk a few, and then run a few more, but i just ran four straight just to prove to myself that i could. and i did, and i lived to tell about it. four laps is NOT a lot [ a mile. sheesh ], but i am quite out of shape. if it makes you think of me any better, i could have done a few more if i had forced myself, i'm sure...but i had to get home and watch "the fifth element" with my dad before it was too late. taco was so nice as to buy me the dvd for graduation. the best thing about graduation has been the nice flow of $$$...i got $150 in the short time i was gone. today, i woke up at 8am, stretched, and walked the two miles to studio one to get my hair cut. i was early, so i sat around drinking coffee and reading seventeen. ok, that's a lie...i didn't read seventeen, really. i just drooled over the pictures of *nsync. think what you will. my haircut is fantastic and i got a sunburn coming back. i dropped off my simply donuts application on the way to studio one and was dissapointed to find out that they don't want someone who will be leaving for college in the fall. so i guess that after the 29th i'll try for a job at olive garden...amy said they need servers and that would pay well...i think i have a good chance with it. i can only hope. phew. i hope that makes up for my lack of entries for the last week and a half. or that at least you made it to the end awake. ←/ b a c k w a r d / f o r w a r d /→ |
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