The End Of Day Three

So I couldn't write an update yesterday because I had an especially busy day. Yesterday, Wednesday, I had band practice so I was not at home until late and when I got home I had to do homework that I had neglected to do during our free time. Never again will I make that same mistake.

Let's see... Yesterday was a blue day... It was good day. Let's see period one... Chriqui. I was actually participated a little more than I usually do... which was good. Then again, she used the word cadence and asked for a definition.. Well, what'd you expect?

Let's APUSH... OH HAHAA! I love Mr. Woolery. So today we were going over the course expectations. Then he passed out some of last year's DBQ's, like the actual Documents. They were the 4's and 5's of the class last year. So when we finished, we took a break and he was collecting them. I go, "Mr. Woolery, do you have Lex's green booklet?" And he was like, "Oh yeah, it's out there somewhere. Why do you know her?" And I was like, "Yeah! She's my BFF." And he laughs and goes, "And that would be?" And I go, "My best friend forever." Mr.W: "Haha, would she say the same thing about you?" Me: "Yeah!" Mr.W: "That's a good person to be friends with. She got a five on her APUSH and AP English test." Me: "Yep. I know."

Hahaaa...

Period three... Nothing really exciting during algebra II except that the smart board didn't work and wasn't calibrated right so when McGann wrote it was four inches above where she actually wanted to write.

Period four... Oh, we watched this insane movie. It's about morality right? This guy's sister is like "Something awful happened to me." "What? What is it?" "Well, I got an answer from the personal ad I put out and we went out on a date. We came back and were a little drunk. He tied me up and... and..." And I seriously expected something like 'rape' to come out of her mouth but instead she goes, "Then he went bathroom on me... He deficated on my body" The guy and I are both like, "WHAT?!" Then he goes, "Oh, don't do those ads anymore. That's so dangerous. That guy could have killed you!" THe girl goes, "I would have perferred that." Wow...

KT and Lex and I went to the mall and chilled. It was chilll. Camille took David to the dentist. I almost got a Hannah Montana wig tooo! Only it was two for ten and if you bought one it was twenty. So I was like, wtf? So I didn't get it. Then Lex called KT, Kelley. It was funny.

Today. Hm... Matt Zass was in our Psych class hahaa. That was fun. We all sit in groupd now.

OHMG! Mr. Wank is like a baller. He's awesome. He likes to talk but no one says anything so he does that laugh you do when no one says anything then he goes Alrighty... And he's so funny. Then today, he was like, What happens if someone punches you in the ear? [cause I was wearing my 7/16 tapers] And I smiled and said 'It hurts a lot..' He goes, "Oh yeah, I saw a nother kid wearing the same thing only thinner than yours." Mr. Wank is pimp. He's like, just do whatever you want in your notebook.

Drumline = gay. I actually like Sean kid. He's not all that bad. A lot of people also give crap to Kevin Coe. I think he's decent. Garett... Nothing has changed about my opinon on him. Then we had a sectional.

Ok, done updating.

I have an in-class essay tomorrow. G-A-Y.

The First Day Of School: A Seven Period Day

So our school goes by block scheduling. On Blue Days we have 90 minute sessions of classes 1,2,3 and 4. On Gold days, we have 90 minute sessions of classes 5,6, and 7. The empty block where period fits in on a blue day is called an X-period, which is often used for tutoring. Technically, after seventh period, at 1:15pm every gold day, school's done. Most stay on campus to chill.

There are several days during the school year when we have seven period days. It's the two days put together in 45-minute sessions. The seven period day is the least enjoyable one. Last yet we had 10+. Today was the only seven period day this year.

Which, in my laymen's term, was BALLN.

My first day went pretty well. I ended up with most of the people I like and know in most of my classes. I have one best friend in four of my seven classes which is a good odd. My schedule is:

1- Ap Language
2- Ap US History
3- Algebra II/Trig
4- Religion
5- Psychology
6- Honors Chemistry
7- Drumline.

Let's see. I have Erin Kilduff in my First and Fourth classes. BIG PLUSS. =] I have James back to back in periods two and three; can you say baller? I've got Mizzle in Psych with Ari too. Honors Chem... I don't have close friends but I have a lot of friends in it. Prydekker and Hannah and lots of other cool kids with Mr. Wank, pronounced WONK. Haha. Then Drumline... eee boy...... I was going to transfer out of Psych and take Spanish Three but then decided to screw it. I'll take it over summer. I like the people in my classes and schedules too much.

I have a funny story to tell; Today in psychology, we seated in alphabetical order. Mrs. Reif, pronounced RIFE, had each one of us stand up, introduce ourselves, say our grade, where we came from, and a random fact about ourselves. So Devin went before me and I went after. MichelleMay, Junior, St.C, and my favorite color is green. So the footbal player senior behind me went. I don't even remember his name. Then Ryan Davis went. And his random fact was, "And I like the color green too." So Mrs. Reif goes, "Wow, original. You just stole that from her." Then the football player sitting behind me goes, "I think he wants your number." That cracked me up for the rest of the day.

Another funny story; Our campus has a whole bunch of gnats just flying about. I swear there's a storage room of dead bodies somewhere that attract them. Anyways, we were walking, Camille and I, and I go. Man I can't stand all theses gnats in my face. Camille goes Me too! Or something like that... So a little while later, I go, Man whenever I think of the word gnats, it reminds of the word gnads. I got all these gnads in my face. Now whenever we walk around campus, Camille and I scream the offensive phrase, "GOT ALL THESE GNADS IN MY FACE!"

It was a good first day. I liked it. I have a good feeling about this year.

Finished most my homework before five thirty. That's a first. After I'm done writing this, I'm going to work out for a song or two and then shower. I'll get things ready for tomorrow then head to sleep.

The only downside of starting school up again is having to sleep earlier.

You can't win, can you?

The Last Day of Summer

"The Last Day was the Worst Day" quoted from Camille Forlano.

So I managed to finish all of my summer reading.

Tomorrow is school.

...

Five Days

I don't remember if I was counting the days before the second of September or the days until and counting September 2nd. Anyways, here's the update on what's been going on.

Band camp was tiring. Today was the final day and it went over well. Bass drum is fine but as mentioned before... I'd rather be on a snare.

Skit night was tonight. My group name was Krayola with a backwards K. Our skit was the dark colors versus the light aka the upperclassmen versus the underclassmen. It was pretty good. It was funny. People laughed. We won't know results until next week.

Tomorrow is orientation for the freshmen. I'm one of the big sisters, big brother people. It'll be good... I guess.

I've made progress on the APUSH homework. I got through chapter two. Now I just have to do chapters three and four. Unfortunately, those just happened to be the longer ones. So I have to haul ass. I still have to also finish the last 52 pages of Grapes of Wrath... but now I barely remember the story. Whatever.

September two not only marks the start of school but the start of my year and half long conidioning. Nothing will stop between me and my position on snare.

Uh, Twelve days?

So right now, I'm doing a lot better. I don't know if it's because it's been a shorter day [12:30-9:00] or because I'm a different drum.

Yep, I've been put on a different drum; bass drum. And it's OK.

Last night when I came home I was in so much pain, grief, and depression. I fell asleep at 9:48. I remember the time because I checked right before I conked out. I was in so much pain that I couldn't walk correctly and I was limping by the end of the day. Ultimately, this put me in a bad mood because I was worried that my inability to hold and march with the snare drum would prohibit or impede on my snare spot.

So today right before we were thrown outside for marching half time rehearsal, I confronted Mr. P about the issue. I broke down in tears against my own will. I told him that I really wanted to be on snare but I don't think my body can handle it. I showed him my bruises as proof. I really didn't want to give up my snare position and apparently, neither did Mr.P. He seemed very reluctant to put me on bass because of how small the snare line would be. He showed sympthaty and reassured me that my spot would be waiting for my senior year. So he let me march with the bass drum and it was fine. I'd much rather perfer snare though because things are more interesting to play.

So that's it.

Here's the reason why I couldn't march/walk properly yesterday. I did better today though. Click the pictures to make it larger.

Left knee/thigh: Three huge bruises and several minor bruises sustained


Right knee/thigh: Two major brusies and a few minor bruises sustained


Upper Right Thigh: Bruise from the J-Bar


Upper Left Thigh: Bruise from the J-Bar


Left Ring Finger: The result of traditional grip


Right Index Finger: The result of new tape and bad rolls

Thirteen days left.

I'm just typing with my left hand. I'm very tender, tired, and weak. I have a bruise on my right knee and probably a bigger one on the way.

I can't march with a snare... plain and simple. And it frustrates so much that I want to cry. I hate myself for not being to. Enough ranting. That's what lj is for. So I had to fall out twice marching. Yeah. I'm too tired to think. I'm just waiting for the word that I'm on bass. The idea pisses me off.

I need sleep.

Now it's fourteen.

Ouch. More pain than ever.

Today, Anthony was officially taken off snareline. That would automatically mean that my snare line spot is secure. But another problem comes to face me. A very serious problem. None of the snare harnesses fit me right to be comfortable in moving. We sawed off the J-bars that helped alittle. We marched more and played. Tiring, by the way. Then adjusted the harness which cripled me. So I didn't play the rest of the evening. The next move would be either to pad the harness more, which I don't think will work, or to buy a new harness. Worst comes to worst, Mr. P wants me on bass line. That's ok. At least I'll know I have what it takes to make snare line just not the right size. So it's not that upsetting now to get a bass. Nice.

I'm in pain everywhere and stretching just doesn't cut it anymore. Neither does hot baths. and both my hands are fucked up.

And Oh yeah, I went to the doctor's to get my physical done. I didn't think they would take my blood. I forgot that they did that by pricking your finger. Good thing they didn't test for drugs. I'd be screwed. I skipped out on the urine test for the third year in a row by saying I got my period. Oh, and I got six shots and a TB test. That's seven needles niggaaaas.


I'm badass.

Fourteen and a half.

I meant to write a blog yesterday about the official first day of band camp and drumline audition... But I was in pain, sore, extremely tired, and nauseated. That's why this is called Fourteen and a half days because today is the second day and it has not yet started and I'm going to talk about yesterday.

Everyone usually gets pumped up and psyched for band camp and drumline is one of the few sections that get especailly pumped. This year, although we were psyched for band camp, we were also dreading it. Auditions were held the first day instead of back in May like it should have been.

I had been weary and anxious since the morning marching rehearsal of the full band. Then finally after Band 101, we were scooted off to the gym with our drums. Ok, well not ours. I was extremely nervous because I knew I wanted snare so bad but I couldn't act cocky as if I was going to get it. But I played well, remembering all the other 'auditions' or single playing things I had to do and how I screwed up. So I didn't screw up BADLY, but my rolls deff need a lot of work. My fingers are all sore and feel broken. My right index finger got a blister and like the num nut I am, I tore it off. Two words, Searing Pain. I don't even know how I'll begin to play today. So eventually, at the auditions it came down to Anthony and I. That was the most nerve racking thing ever! Because, no offense to him or anything, I had already been on drumline for a year and was used to the memorizing music, even it wasn't the same type. I still had that skill. He was pretty good for a sophomore but I had been pining for this since as long as I can remember. Apparently, it was a difficult decision because Mr. P had to consult like five different people. HE consult Ian about a dozen times. It came to the conclusion that Mr. P would put both of us on, a five person snare line now a six person snare line, and who ever would give and be the 'bigger' person who saw as being on snare a difficult thing, he expected us to go on bass to make the 'better decision' for the drumline. Basically, I have a lot of pressure on me to get better and I plan to. It's just really stressing to think that my spot isn't permanent.

There's a whole list of things I could go on about but it's not worth it to get so riled up in the morning.

Needless to say, I was sore and exhausted by the end of the day. I came home, practiced, took a shower, and it was off to bed by eleven. Right now, my leg muscles are so weak I'm wondering how I'll stand today.

I also have a doctor's appointment today. At first, I thought this was a good thing, to get a break. Then realized it was a bad thing because if anything is gone over today.... then I won't know it.

At least today is the second day. Tomorrow is the last of the three 12 hours day.

And oh yeah, I've still haven't moved a page in my APUSH or GOW.

S i X T E E N.

Today, I accompanied my brother to the Freshmen Band camp. Ah, I remember the good times I had last year when I went with my best friend James. Of course, I wasn't supposed to be there but who could say otherwise to a cute person like me? OK, now I'm just getting cocky. The whole experience, to be generous, was actually fun. I talked to most people I wouldn't have and we acted as if we had been friends the whole time. I'm speaking about the other upperclassmen there who were helping out. I ate lunch with Taryn M and Courtney B who socialized with a group of freshmen. Normally, they get squat from other people just because other people like to be jerks but it was actually nice. I scoped out some of the cute freshmen, making me feel like a pedo cause I was mostly two years older than most. Later when we out on the field, the separated us into groups of two upperclassmen and four frosh. I had been sticking to Lauren Q cause we're just tight like that. Mark S ended up in our group, adding two more freshies. It was nice teaching them. They were real enthusiastic about the whole thing. We had a march off with all of the groups to see who the best marchers were. Lauren's Mark's and I's ended up tied with the group my brother and three of his other friends were in. Our group ended up winning. It was tight.

I don't know if I should say this online because I don't know if I really feel this way or if it's just hormones speaking but.... Mark S is cute. Admit, last year I thought he was creepy because of all the stories I heard about him being a perverted guy. But he was nice and funny. I don't know. It'll probably be a short lived crush and always be one.

So that was.... Band Camp 1/2. Tomorrow the real fun begins... Let's see what drum I make, yeah?

Oh yeahh... 16 days and I haven't continued any APUSH or GOW. Haha,I'm a failure. Even deleting my myspace and facebook did nothing for me.

T-Minus 19 Days.

Days couldn't seem so brighter towards the end of August! :D Ahaha! Did anyone sense my sarcasm in that yet? No? I doubt anyone ever will.

So just like the title says. 19 days until I'm *officially* a junior in high school. The transition is... not going so well. Lots of personal issues and what not. Mostly with myself... some with friends but that good stuff if for some other type of blog.

Technically, I've finished all of my APUSH hw [which wasn't mandatory btw]. But the book given to me by my friend who had taken the class had all the answers high lighted in the book already. So I basically pulled an illegal and copied all of her stuff. Ooops. But in order for me to be prepared for the first day of school I'll have to read the four chapters... That's the task that isn't going so well for me. I've gotten through a little more than 3/4 of Chapter one. Band camp starts in technically four days, so I'll be busy. Yikes. I should stop writing and do the reading, eh?

Then I've got 50 pages until I finish Grapes of Wrath for my AP Lang. class but that's an easy thing to do. I could do that the night before school started if it really came down to it. =/

Ah band camp, I'm considering quitting band. I better get quick to the considering because I think schedule changes are the first three days of school. I guess I'm just tired of all the problems of being thrown together with the same people every four nights entails. It's quite strenuous on my health. Plus, that gives me extra time to study more. Hm, considering... considering... considering...

Ah hell, I've got nineteen more days. No need to stress out just yet.

27 Days Later.

So just like the title says. It's T-minus 27 days until school officially starts and we kids kiss summer good bye. September Two is the day when summer drama is forgotten and new drama ensues. Ah, the glories of high school, the most tiring four years of my life.

I've never really liked summer. It's a breeding ground for disaster; for drama; for sun burns. What makes it more unbearable is the fact that if you're like me, meaning you have more than two honor courses, you're hammered from the beginning with endless mounds of summer work. It's makes for one really depressing summer. That and the fact that the apartment you live currently does not have an air conditioning system.

I'm currently 52 pages away from finishing my english reading assignment. When I finish that all I have left to do is re-read four chapters from an APUSH book. I'm glad to finally have all that finished because now I can focus on studying for tests and practice for Band.

Oh right, band camp. Two weeks away.

Countdown Begins.

So begins the start of my countdown. No. not my death, well I guess you could classify it that way. What I meant was today is when I start counting days until school. Thirty-three days from now. Many things are spinning about my mind right now at 2:30AM on July 30th. My thoughts of the evening slowly progressed from my assigned summer reading to household chores needed to be done, motivations for the coming school year to what I want to do with my life, and finally the ever disease plaguing teenagers across America; insomia.

First on that list is my assigned summer reading. I've completed the first book. It should hardly be considered a book. It was onlyabout 100 pages and twenty of those pages were large space consuming pictures. It's highlighted and partially annotated. Three or four days ago, I started the book that would most likely take up the mjority of my time to read; Grapes of Wrath. My plan was to read at least 50 pages each day to finish the book in about ten days. I skipped that obligation yesterday, my second day of reading. Today, I tried to read 100 pages to make up for that skip but only managed to read 50 pages. I'm easily distracted and I think that's due to the fact that my room is a mess. I also have a whole list of things on my mind that I want to do.

On those two notes -my messy room and my mental list. I have a knack for not keeping my environment organized and clean. I don't know why though. I know what I have to do and how to do it but I simply don't. A word that comes to mind when I think about it now is... lazy. It's a vice that I want to break but I'm not sure how. Lately, I've been able to take better care of myself than I ever had before during summer breaks. I brush and shower more often - I know, odd to hear that coming from a girl. I think I'm just overwhelmed by how large that list is. I need to laundry my sheets, clean my desk, organize my shelves, take out the trash, fold the clean laundry, and pick my nose. Add the already long list of book reading and textbook questions that I've burdened myself with and you have a very overwhelmed girl. I guess forgetting what needs to be done is another way for me to release.

I also want to do EXTREMELY well this coming school year. I did fine last year. I use the term fine loosely because after a very devastating break up during midterms (Yes, seven months later I'm still very devastated) I sort of lost focus for my second semester and did badly. OK, I didn't do so bad, I got a 3.95 GPA but only because the B's I got were mostly in Honors/AP classes. Also, because of my very traumatizing incident, I lost all motivation to do well on my SAT subject tests and AP test. Yes, I do attribute and blame my lack of effort to study to the broken relationship. It's not his fault. It was mine. I shouldn't have let it effect me as much as I did. But what can you do?

Another thing that has been bothering me is what I want to do with my life. When I make my career choice its often for many different reasons. Right now, I'm on the line of two different career paths. Originally, the medical field was where I was headed. I felt and still feel that the only reason why I'm pursuing this is beacause at such a young age, I was brain washed into thinking I wanted this for myself. Now, I'm not quite sure who's voice it is telling me that I want to have an occupation in the medical field. I think the two reasons why I would want to be in the medical field is because one, the pay and two, I want to feel accomplished by proving to doubters that I could do it. I'm not entirely sure if those are good reasons but I'm ambitious. The other career path is somewhere in the business field. I've thought about getting a degree in business in order to work for a major corporation, primarily in the entertainment industry. But I'm not so sure... The only reason I would want to be a business woman is for all the hook ups... Again, not such a legitatmate reason. Which is why I'm back at the medical field occupation. I've decided, for a second time, that I want to be a surgeon and to pay for medical school I'm going to join the army. It's a bit ballsy but I've been known to be a bit unorthodox when it came to following the path my mother placed in front of me. If I get acceoted to USC's medical school, my first choice school, I could pursue a MD/MBA but I'm not sure what that means for my academic courses in undergraduate years. It's a bit ways off but it never killed anyone to be prepared.

Next, insonmia. I thought I had cured it a few days ago when I started to head to bed earlier then usual. Then progressively as the days and nights continued, I slowly started to slip an hour extra to the hours I spent up. 12AM became 1AM then 1AM became 2AM and so forth. Right now its 3:11AM. The latest I've stayed up. I should just go to bed early so I wake up earlier.

Well. This is the start. Day 33.