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verbal arsenic 5-19-'o1: 7:19pm i hate how i wake up after sleeping in on weekends and feel all groggy and fuzzy. i had to go to starbucks and get a pick-me-up today just so i could think straight. and i also hate how i wake up and the weather is crappy, so i put on a pair of pants and my beloved MTX sweatshirt...then, once i actually do go outside, it heats up and i'm all hot and uncomfortable. whine whine whine! anyway, so i ended up going out to the southridge track and hanging out at the cancer walk for awhile last night. it was nice to get out of the house for awhile, and i walked a few laps with some friends. the hanford fire dept gave me free pizza...something i DEFINITELY didn't need, but it was papa john's and i'm a sucker for their pizza. it has the yummiest crust! i stayed until my hands started to turn purple, because i stupidly hadn't brought a jacket. i didn't intend to stay very long, but the sunset view kiddie's marimba band played and they had this GIANT marimba...they were only one scale [ not chromatic ], but it was like, mega bass. and seeing these tiny little kids play...it cracked me up. it was pretty cool, i just wish they hadn't used the pa system because it made the instruments sound like ass. then, "elvis and the extrodinaires" came on, and i met up with some friends. my friend becca put on this total elvis-crazed-teenybopper act and he came over and sang to her and gave her a scarf and a kiss. i just about crapped myself laughing, it was hilarious. he almost came and got me, but amy was standing next to me and she's cuter. then, i went out and rented slc punk. because jacque told me it was entertaining...and it was. SO punk rock. hahahahahaha. it gave me the urge to dye my hair, though, which i did right afterward. i mixed a whole bunch of red dyes i just had lying around and got a pretty cool colour. i was feeling wacky...zany! my scalp is pink. that cracks me up. i went to music machine today to see about getting a studio to teach private lessons in...i think i may get one! they don't like to rent them out fo rjust the summer, but someone is leaving. a girl was in there buying a violin and i talked with her and her parents...i guess that sherry had said something about me giving her lessons. she bought the exact violin i wanted...i'm jealous! a sunburst fender electric. that is my next instrument purchace. maybe if i give her lessons, she'll let me play it! hahahaha. anyway, if i can get a lot of lessons, i could probably make some good money. not to mention i'd get a heckuva lotta experience teaching. heck yeah! i ended up buying a pair of marching drumsticks while i was there. i suck so bad at traditional grip...i need to practice like nobody's buisness. it is my goal to be at least decent at all of the rudiments by the end of the summer. as in, not suck and whatnot. these sticks are crazy, though...they're huge. i could do some damage with these. nobody would mess with me if i carried them around. the other day, at the bbq, something happened that really really bothered me. it made my desire to get out of school even stronger. i was standing around talking to some friends, and there were some people [ who, out of politeness, i will not name ] sitting behind me talking. it was impossible not to overhear their conversation, as they were talking very loudly. basically, they were talking crap about a friend of mine. about how she "so totally has the hots for" the student teacher. i had always taken all of this crap kind of with a grain of salt...i'd never taken jess seriously when she'd said there was actual gossip. i thought that maybe they'd just said some stuff...but there was real fire in this gossip. like, it was serious...they didn't treat it lightly...they were making jess sound like the wicked witch of the west. i was pretty pissed about it for a couple reasons...#1: that's really not fair to jess...they hate her for not only a really stupid reason, but an untrue one. #2: it's really not fair to john. he's here to teach, not to be a subject of someone's gossip. whether he knows/cares about it or not is his thing...but i don't see how it could be fair either way. anyway, so eventually, i turn around and i'm like "no way, guys." and they kind of look at me and smile, and someone keeps talking, and i say to my friend "we're moving, NOW", and we go to the other side of the room. any more of the conversation and i would have gone off on them. i can't stand to hear gossip like that, about ANYONE...especially a good friend. it poisons everyone. verbal arsenic. i've been in a ranting mood lately. like, yesterday...trent got me started on a certian other music program in the area [ which i will also not name, out of courtesey ]. they have great talent, and some great kids...but they suck. he got me going off on how it's because they have such poor instruction that it isn't posible for them to play on the same level as we do, even though they could. he smiled, nodded when appropriate. it just pisses me off because i KNOW they could have an awesome band...yet, they don't seem to be getting a whole lot better. and they think they're pretty hot stuff...which means someone is telling them they are. that's not fair. if someone isn't pushing you to get any better, then chances are you aren't going to. i think that's what is happening and it's not fair to them. man. listen to me go on and on and on. i need to get a life! kirkland signature yogurt is about 29384109845 times better than all the other yogurts. i'm serious. it's THAT good. kirkland signature makes all the best things. i should probably go and practice my solo...i have a recital on the 31st, and it would probably be a good thing to be able to play it. i also want to practice my improv skillllzzzzzzzz. ←/ b a c k w a r d / f o r w a r d /→ |
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