Guess Who's Back, Back Again
Minions! Rejoice, for I have some free time to blog!
I have been busy. Insanely so. Work and The Boyfriend are mostly to blame.
Wednesday: got downtown around 9 AM [9 was my starting time this week since I don't have a computer] and stayed there until 4. This was also repeated on Thursday, but Thursday was a little more exciting. Tell ya why in a second.
I love this job! It's actual work, with skills that are actually useful in the working world. I answer phones, I courier the packages to the lovely Courier Boys [including Mark, hey James? bwahaha], I do some light accounting. I really, really like that job. Holy crap, I still can't really believe that I got the job in the first place. Woot!
Wednesday I also had to work Zellers, which was a little hectic but nice nonetheless. I didn't get home until 10:30 that night, and boy was I pooped!
Thursday, worked at FTJ again. Jodi, my boss, sent me over to TD Square in the afternoon to exchange some pants for her, because I had nothing else to do. So I got to go for a walk, return some pants, and then popped in to Play for some CD shopping. I bought 2, if you must know--Vagrant Records compilations. "Another Year On The Road" volumes 1 and 2. At a total cost of $11.75. Awww yeah.
So I got off work at about 4, walk to the train station and drop off the mail at the same time. Talk to The Boyfriend, make plans to meet at Chinook in an hour to go shopping and quit LP.
I bought 1 sweater, a black/white shirt, gold link belt, earrings, and a necklace. The sweater's gorgeous, and the other shirt looks pretty effin cool, too. The belt/earrings are for my costume tonight [credit for part of which goes to Melissa], and the necklace was "just because".
Went to my aunt's house afterwards for Colin's birthday. It turns out I was on Student Council [if you can call me being "on" it] with his girlfriend, Jessica. She walks in with Colin and we're both like "Hi....". "Are you two cousins?" "Yeah, Colin just never talks about it."
After the rest of the family showed up, James/I left and went to his house for a bit, then he left to go get Matt/Melissa. I stayed and slept on the couch because, yeah, I was tired. Hence sleeping.
Had a rousing game of Strip Poker, which the boys lost, to our delight. Then, yeah, just sorta hung out and did not much of anything.
I got home at 2 AM. And my mom was waiting up.
I was supposed to work my last shift at LP today, but when I called they said they didn't need me. Oh, well, whatcha gonna do. Now, I'm staying home and writing a blog entry for my legion of fans.
The belt I bought yesterday broke, but that'll be fixed soon enough. Put on my costume this morning, and it looks pretty good. Thanks again, Melissa.
Band camp today! And tomorrow! Trumpet party tomorrow night, hopefully! Whoooo for drinking!
Oh, and for clarification: if a link [or name!] is underlined, all it means is that you've clicked on that link before. It doesn't mean I'm favouring anybody's blog over anyone else's, it just means you've gone there before. So go click on your own name to make you feel better about yourself.
OK, I'm out. Time to do the hair/makeup for tonight.
entry playlist
1. Coldplay - In My Place
2. Goldfinger - January
3. Green Day - Time Of Your Life
4. Sum 41 - Crazy Amanda Bunkface
5. Matthew Good Band - Sort Of A Protest Song
6. Sugarcult - How Does It Feel
7. Fuel - Bad Day
blog of the day: don's blog
days until Shawn comes back: 11
10.31.2003
10.28.2003
Best. News EVER!!!!
They hired me on the spot. My resume didn't even come out of the file folder. They're paying me $1200 per month. After January, it goes up to $1500. Holy fucking shit. And it's full time.
OK, time to go dance around in ecstasy!
*dances*
Well, now that's out of the way. Man, I love my uncle. He is now my favourite uncle of ALL TIME! I'll be making coffee, making copies, faxing stuff, answering phones, mailing stuff, filing stuff, couriering stuff, inputting data. There's 7 people in the office, but they run 15 companies. And I'm doing stuff for all 15. Hurrah!
So. Yeah. Estatic Renegade.
Deleted those ridiculous, immature comments, which we will not speak about because calling attention to it only encourages the behaviour.
And did I mention that I get my own little computer? Tee hee!
SS and PMG, you are both blog of the day. Bitching gets you everywhere, my friends, remember that.
Worked last night. I was banished to Electronics for 5 hours. Enjoyable, I'll admit. But very boring. I work tomorrow night, but I'll be late, because I'm at Full-Time Job [henceforth known as FTJ] until 4:30. Awww, shiznat. Every time I remember that I HAVE A FULL-TIME, WELL-PAYING JOB, I get giddy all over again.
Laura Petites gets the boot on Friday. After I buy some sweaters and jewelry and a belt, of course. I'll go in early and shop, and then quit. Sounds like a plan, guys, what do you think?
Bladder/cramps woke me up at 5 AM. And then at 6. And then my alarm went off at 6:30 because I was sure I was going to take Maddie for an early run, and then shower and stuff. I had to talk myself out of bed and into the bathroom to get dressed. God, that was early. On the plus side, my clock is now a full 10 minutes ahead of normal time, giving me an extra 9 minutes of sleep every day. Mmmmm, sleep.
Band tonight. I'll go, despite the spiky-gloved-uterus-raping-cramps. But damnation, I won't be perky. Oh, who am I kidding? I love band.
The diet might be in peril this week. I gave in and had some of the Halloween candy today, because the chocolate was just begging to be eaten. Can you really blame me? The PMS pills aren't working, and chocolate gives me comfort. Chocolate away, minions. I'll do my best to stick to the diet, though, because I really want to lose 10 pounds. I think that if I climb the 19 flights of stairs to the office [office, did you hear that? yee!] it should burn some calories. Hopefully.
Time to go amuse myself with Nintendo and TV. Gawd, it's cold in this house.
entry playlist
1. Jimmy Eat World - If You Don't Don't
2. New Found Glory - Fight For Your Honor
3. Dropline - Fly Away From Here (Graduation Day)
4. Dashboard Confessional - Swiss Army Romance
5. No Use For A Name - 51 Days
6. Alkaline Trio - Another Innocent Girl
blog of the day: pat AND shawn's blog
days until Halloween: 3
They hired me on the spot. My resume didn't even come out of the file folder. They're paying me $1200 per month. After January, it goes up to $1500. Holy fucking shit. And it's full time.
OK, time to go dance around in ecstasy!
*dances*
Well, now that's out of the way. Man, I love my uncle. He is now my favourite uncle of ALL TIME! I'll be making coffee, making copies, faxing stuff, answering phones, mailing stuff, filing stuff, couriering stuff, inputting data. There's 7 people in the office, but they run 15 companies. And I'm doing stuff for all 15. Hurrah!
So. Yeah. Estatic Renegade.
Deleted those ridiculous, immature comments, which we will not speak about because calling attention to it only encourages the behaviour.
And did I mention that I get my own little computer? Tee hee!
SS and PMG, you are both blog of the day. Bitching gets you everywhere, my friends, remember that.
Worked last night. I was banished to Electronics for 5 hours. Enjoyable, I'll admit. But very boring. I work tomorrow night, but I'll be late, because I'm at Full-Time Job [henceforth known as FTJ] until 4:30. Awww, shiznat. Every time I remember that I HAVE A FULL-TIME, WELL-PAYING JOB, I get giddy all over again.
Laura Petites gets the boot on Friday. After I buy some sweaters and jewelry and a belt, of course. I'll go in early and shop, and then quit. Sounds like a plan, guys, what do you think?
Bladder/cramps woke me up at 5 AM. And then at 6. And then my alarm went off at 6:30 because I was sure I was going to take Maddie for an early run, and then shower and stuff. I had to talk myself out of bed and into the bathroom to get dressed. God, that was early. On the plus side, my clock is now a full 10 minutes ahead of normal time, giving me an extra 9 minutes of sleep every day. Mmmmm, sleep.
Band tonight. I'll go, despite the spiky-gloved-uterus-raping-cramps. But damnation, I won't be perky. Oh, who am I kidding? I love band.
The diet might be in peril this week. I gave in and had some of the Halloween candy today, because the chocolate was just begging to be eaten. Can you really blame me? The PMS pills aren't working, and chocolate gives me comfort. Chocolate away, minions. I'll do my best to stick to the diet, though, because I really want to lose 10 pounds. I think that if I climb the 19 flights of stairs to the office [office, did you hear that? yee!] it should burn some calories. Hopefully.
Time to go amuse myself with Nintendo and TV. Gawd, it's cold in this house.
entry playlist
1. Jimmy Eat World - If You Don't Don't
2. New Found Glory - Fight For Your Honor
3. Dropline - Fly Away From Here (Graduation Day)
4. Dashboard Confessional - Swiss Army Romance
5. No Use For A Name - 51 Days
6. Alkaline Trio - Another Innocent Girl
blog of the day: pat AND shawn's blog
days until Halloween: 3
10.27.2003
Fallen
Heaven bent to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight
Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear
Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
THe past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
The lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I have held so dear.
I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
Heaven bent to take my hand
Nowhere left to turn
I'm lost to those I thought were friends
To everyone I know
Oh they turned their heads embarassed
Pretend that they don't see
But it's one missed step
You'll slip before you know it
And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed
Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
-Sarah McLachlan
Heaven bent to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight
Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear
Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
THe past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
The lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I have held so dear.
I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
Heaven bent to take my hand
Nowhere left to turn
I'm lost to those I thought were friends
To everyone I know
Oh they turned their heads embarassed
Pretend that they don't see
But it's one missed step
You'll slip before you know it
And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed
Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
-Sarah McLachlan
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I GOT AN INTERVIEW AT THE OIL COMPANY!!!! SECRETARY!!!!!
TOMORROW AT 9:30!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK, now that I got that out of my system.
Just a quick blog for today, but I'll make sure I blog the lyrics that I promised before.
Finally got my CDs back last night, which makes me a happy Renegade. RME was listening to Lillix, you sly dog you. All in all, a good night.
Just hanging out with The Boyfriend and MS/MB. Driving around a bit, talking, happy Renegade.
Bladder woke me up at 8:41, along with the ringing phone informing me that my sister has a doctors appointment tomorrow morning.
Maddie really isn't happy with me, I've been taking Lucy on runs instead of her. Last night, though, I figured out that Lucy is starting to show her age [9 years!] and her hips are degenerating at an alarming rate. She was fine running for the first bit, but for the second wind, I had to practically drag her. She just couldn't do it. But she still needs exercise, so I'm going to take Maddie for the runs in the morning, and Lucy for the walks at night. That way, they'll both get daily exercise, and I'll get almost double the benefits.
Win-win situation here, folks.
Oh, so I emailed GM this morning. If you know where the "other" Secretly Fucked is, you can go read it there.
I think it was a good email. I think I did the right thing. And I think last night made my mind up about what I needed to say.
Oh my god. I have an interview.
Shiznat!
entry playlist
1. Bush - Glycerine
2. Matthew Good Band - Flight Recorder From Viking 7
blog of the day: rob/tiny's blog
days until Halloween: 4
I GOT AN INTERVIEW AT THE OIL COMPANY!!!! SECRETARY!!!!!
TOMORROW AT 9:30!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK, now that I got that out of my system.
Just a quick blog for today, but I'll make sure I blog the lyrics that I promised before.
Finally got my CDs back last night, which makes me a happy Renegade. RME was listening to Lillix, you sly dog you. All in all, a good night.
Just hanging out with The Boyfriend and MS/MB. Driving around a bit, talking, happy Renegade.
Bladder woke me up at 8:41, along with the ringing phone informing me that my sister has a doctors appointment tomorrow morning.
Maddie really isn't happy with me, I've been taking Lucy on runs instead of her. Last night, though, I figured out that Lucy is starting to show her age [9 years!] and her hips are degenerating at an alarming rate. She was fine running for the first bit, but for the second wind, I had to practically drag her. She just couldn't do it. But she still needs exercise, so I'm going to take Maddie for the runs in the morning, and Lucy for the walks at night. That way, they'll both get daily exercise, and I'll get almost double the benefits.
Win-win situation here, folks.
Oh, so I emailed GM this morning. If you know where the "other" Secretly Fucked is, you can go read it there.
I think it was a good email. I think I did the right thing. And I think last night made my mind up about what I needed to say.
Oh my god. I have an interview.
Shiznat!
entry playlist
1. Bush - Glycerine
2. Matthew Good Band - Flight Recorder From Viking 7
blog of the day: rob/tiny's blog
days until Halloween: 4
10.26.2003
Could I Only Speak
I wrote a really, really good entry last night, but my internet deleted it. Curses.....
Long day at band yesterday. I am a little sore--i.e. very--but nonetheless happy.
Worked today, nothing too out of the ordinary. I will most likely be moving to full-time floor service during the day [hurrah!]. *pause* Just remembered LP.
....OK, I don't feel too bad about quitting anymore. Believe me, 4 hours per week is gross. I'll get Mondays - Fridays until Christmas, and then come January 1st....*poof*there go my hours! So it's better to get what I can at Z now.
Plus, my uncle knows this guy at this small oil company downtown that needs a secretary...someone about my age. Hurrah again! We'll see how that one turns out.
Man, I'm having trouble sleeping through the night. Woke up at 5:30 because I had to pee, then again at 6:30 because I had to pee again. And guess the first thing I did when I got up at 8:15? Bloody hell.
Planning on seeing The Boyfriend tonight, which should be fun.
The six of us [LC/PG, aka The Frenches; CW/C2, whom I may have to dub CC--witty, I know; me/JG] went to Project X on Friday night. Scary enough, considering how badly I jump at loud noises and sudden movements.
JG: *pokes thing against wall* "Is that real?"
Renegade: "I don't know..." *pokes 'dummy' harder* "I don't think so--"
'Dummy': "BLAUGH!!!!"
Renegade: "AIEEEE!!!!!!"
Oh yes. Great times. Classics, really. We told C2 the Llama story, and the story of how I got the majority of the band to sign my legs [that's one of my favourite parts of high school!], and a bunch of other ones.
Finished "Thinner". Nearly done "Pet Semetary". Am scaring myself with the rate at which I am devouring these books.
I will post lyrics tonight, because I want to make up for yesterday's lack of postage.
Also: figured out what to do about the previous "incident" this week. I am more mature than I give myself credit for [har har, hey AG?]. I knew that if I just gave myself some time to cool off, I'd come up with the right answer. And blessings upon my Tao Cards, too.
PM, I got the email. I think I know what to say, just give me a couple of days to sort it all out. It'll be a doozie of an answer, believe you me.
The diet/exercise program is going well. I managed to resist PG's temptation with the sundae on Friday night. Damn you to hell, French. Oh, just kidding.
Hmm. "Extended warranty" conversation going on downstairs, which can only mean one thing: one of the appliances is on the fritz again. Damnation.
entry playlist
1. AFI - This Time Imperfect
2. Matthew Good Band - Let's Get It On
3. Jimmy Eat World - Get It Faster
4. Counting Crows - A Long December
5. Dashboard Confessional - Screaming Infidelities
blog of the day: sarah's blog
days until Halloween: 5
I wrote a really, really good entry last night, but my internet deleted it. Curses.....
Long day at band yesterday. I am a little sore--i.e. very--but nonetheless happy.
Worked today, nothing too out of the ordinary. I will most likely be moving to full-time floor service during the day [hurrah!]. *pause* Just remembered LP.
....OK, I don't feel too bad about quitting anymore. Believe me, 4 hours per week is gross. I'll get Mondays - Fridays until Christmas, and then come January 1st....*poof*there go my hours! So it's better to get what I can at Z now.
Plus, my uncle knows this guy at this small oil company downtown that needs a secretary...someone about my age. Hurrah again! We'll see how that one turns out.
Man, I'm having trouble sleeping through the night. Woke up at 5:30 because I had to pee, then again at 6:30 because I had to pee again. And guess the first thing I did when I got up at 8:15? Bloody hell.
Planning on seeing The Boyfriend tonight, which should be fun.
The six of us [LC/PG, aka The Frenches; CW/C2, whom I may have to dub CC--witty, I know; me/JG] went to Project X on Friday night. Scary enough, considering how badly I jump at loud noises and sudden movements.
JG: *pokes thing against wall* "Is that real?"
Renegade: "I don't know..." *pokes 'dummy' harder* "I don't think so--"
'Dummy': "BLAUGH!!!!"
Renegade: "AIEEEE!!!!!!"
Oh yes. Great times. Classics, really. We told C2 the Llama story, and the story of how I got the majority of the band to sign my legs [that's one of my favourite parts of high school!], and a bunch of other ones.
Finished "Thinner". Nearly done "Pet Semetary". Am scaring myself with the rate at which I am devouring these books.
I will post lyrics tonight, because I want to make up for yesterday's lack of postage.
Also: figured out what to do about the previous "incident" this week. I am more mature than I give myself credit for [har har, hey AG?]. I knew that if I just gave myself some time to cool off, I'd come up with the right answer. And blessings upon my Tao Cards, too.
PM, I got the email. I think I know what to say, just give me a couple of days to sort it all out. It'll be a doozie of an answer, believe you me.
The diet/exercise program is going well. I managed to resist PG's temptation with the sundae on Friday night. Damn you to hell, French. Oh, just kidding.
Hmm. "Extended warranty" conversation going on downstairs, which can only mean one thing: one of the appliances is on the fritz again. Damnation.
entry playlist
1. AFI - This Time Imperfect
2. Matthew Good Band - Let's Get It On
3. Jimmy Eat World - Get It Faster
4. Counting Crows - A Long December
5. Dashboard Confessional - Screaming Infidelities
blog of the day: sarah's blog
days until Halloween: 5
10.24.2003
Be Proud Of Me?
Someone, please?
I actually started my cardio routine today. Took Lucy for a 1/2 hour run/walk.
I need to do it more--my stamina is shit. And so's my technique. But I know that if I do it more, I'll get better. After checking the scales today and finding another 3 pounds magically appeared out of nowhere, I got motivated to actually do something about my lovehandles.
More updates on the cardio as they develop. My goal is to slim down to 125. If I make that before November 30th, I'll try for 120. I'll be slim for my 18th birthday, dammit! Just you wait and see...
Lisa and I had a blast last night. Went to Dairy Queen and then to the mall because really, whay else would we do? I think I found the belt I need for my costume, since I won't be having my Stampede buckle before Halloween. A gold chain-linked multi-tier one. I heart it. It's 25$. I'm still deciding on it.
As for the kidney stone, I haven't really told my mom yet. I know I should, because something's wrong with me. Even if it's not a kidney stone, it's probably a UTI. In which case, I'll be hitting the drugs to get rid of it. But I've got too much going on right now to actually make it to a doctor. Besides, maybe it's all in my head, or maybe I just twisted something [which is a feat in itself]. If it's not better by.....next Friday, we'll say...then I'll get it check out. Kapiche?
Tonight should be cool. I have to be home at a decent hour, though. I have to be at the Big 4 building tomorrow morning at 7:15 to go to Edmonton for a music conference. Shiznat.
Hmmm...something new...I finished "Christine", and now am almost done "Thinner". I need more books.
Melissa and Matt hit it off fantastically, apparently. Judging by my late-night voicemails [two, in fact!] last night was good for all involved. "Get naked!"
I really shouldn't have deleted those, because I have a feeling that you would have enjoyed them immensely.
entry playlist
1. Dashboard Confessional - The Best Deceptions
2. Jimmy Eat World - Praise Chorus
3. Swollen Members ft. Nelly Furtado - Breath
4. Incubus - Mexico
5. Dashboard Confessional - This Ruined Puzzle
blog of the day: melissa's blog
days until Edmonton: 1
Someone, please?
I actually started my cardio routine today. Took Lucy for a 1/2 hour run/walk.
I need to do it more--my stamina is shit. And so's my technique. But I know that if I do it more, I'll get better. After checking the scales today and finding another 3 pounds magically appeared out of nowhere, I got motivated to actually do something about my lovehandles.
More updates on the cardio as they develop. My goal is to slim down to 125. If I make that before November 30th, I'll try for 120. I'll be slim for my 18th birthday, dammit! Just you wait and see...
Lisa and I had a blast last night. Went to Dairy Queen and then to the mall because really, whay else would we do? I think I found the belt I need for my costume, since I won't be having my Stampede buckle before Halloween. A gold chain-linked multi-tier one. I heart it. It's 25$. I'm still deciding on it.
As for the kidney stone, I haven't really told my mom yet. I know I should, because something's wrong with me. Even if it's not a kidney stone, it's probably a UTI. In which case, I'll be hitting the drugs to get rid of it. But I've got too much going on right now to actually make it to a doctor. Besides, maybe it's all in my head, or maybe I just twisted something [which is a feat in itself]. If it's not better by.....next Friday, we'll say...then I'll get it check out. Kapiche?
Tonight should be cool. I have to be home at a decent hour, though. I have to be at the Big 4 building tomorrow morning at 7:15 to go to Edmonton for a music conference. Shiznat.
Hmmm...something new...I finished "Christine", and now am almost done "Thinner". I need more books.
Melissa and Matt hit it off fantastically, apparently. Judging by my late-night voicemails [two, in fact!] last night was good for all involved. "Get naked!"
I really shouldn't have deleted those, because I have a feeling that you would have enjoyed them immensely.
entry playlist
1. Dashboard Confessional - The Best Deceptions
2. Jimmy Eat World - Praise Chorus
3. Swollen Members ft. Nelly Furtado - Breath
4. Incubus - Mexico
5. Dashboard Confessional - This Ruined Puzzle
blog of the day: melissa's blog
days until Edmonton: 1
10.23.2003
I'm Fucking Complicated, OK?!
Jesus CHRIST. I know it, you know it, the whole fucking WORLD knows it. So don't give me your condescending fucking bullshit.
I'm feeling a little under the weather. Not as in sick, just...depressed again. I wonder what the trigger is this time. My suspected kidney stone? [Jury's still out on that one, folks.] Finding an actual full-time job? [More on that later.] Sister having daily eruptions? Delayed period again?
It could be any of those. Or, it could be none of them. It could be something completely different, something as small as being snubbed at work today. Or it could be something that I'm not even aware of. The simple answer is a chemical imbalance. The actual one is something so much more complex. I don't even know why I feel like this.
Had an interview at Warehouse One today. They actually want someone for full-time hours. Starting off with 25 per week. I think the interview went well--they asked me to sell them a highlighter on the spot. Oh, that would have made for great TV. "Well, er, the dual tip means you can highlight thick blocks of text, or just underline--the difference can be made with the turn of your wrist. Plus, it's compact, so it fits most places....blah blah blah."
Sold over $1100 today. I know I said I wouldn't quote my sales figures anymore, but I just couldn't resist. What a sweet day. And yet, I still feel pretty blue.
Part of it is not seeing The Boyfriend in a few days. Part of it is lack of sleep. Part of it is how miserably my exercise plan with the dogs is going. As in, not.
Lisa's coming to get me in a bit, so that's a plus. I know my mood will perk up as soon as she rings the doorbell, because as my best friend, she never fails to do that. But I know that when I get home, I'll get moody again. And wait for something I don't know.
entry playlist
1. Matthew Good Band - Failing The Rorschach Test
2. Taking Back Sunday - You're So Last Summer
3. Goo Goo Dolls - Big Machine
4. Jimmy Eat World - Sweetness
blog of the day: none
days until Edmonton: 3
Jesus CHRIST. I know it, you know it, the whole fucking WORLD knows it. So don't give me your condescending fucking bullshit.
I'm feeling a little under the weather. Not as in sick, just...depressed again. I wonder what the trigger is this time. My suspected kidney stone? [Jury's still out on that one, folks.] Finding an actual full-time job? [More on that later.] Sister having daily eruptions? Delayed period again?
It could be any of those. Or, it could be none of them. It could be something completely different, something as small as being snubbed at work today. Or it could be something that I'm not even aware of. The simple answer is a chemical imbalance. The actual one is something so much more complex. I don't even know why I feel like this.
Had an interview at Warehouse One today. They actually want someone for full-time hours. Starting off with 25 per week. I think the interview went well--they asked me to sell them a highlighter on the spot. Oh, that would have made for great TV. "Well, er, the dual tip means you can highlight thick blocks of text, or just underline--the difference can be made with the turn of your wrist. Plus, it's compact, so it fits most places....blah blah blah."
Sold over $1100 today. I know I said I wouldn't quote my sales figures anymore, but I just couldn't resist. What a sweet day. And yet, I still feel pretty blue.
Part of it is not seeing The Boyfriend in a few days. Part of it is lack of sleep. Part of it is how miserably my exercise plan with the dogs is going. As in, not.
Lisa's coming to get me in a bit, so that's a plus. I know my mood will perk up as soon as she rings the doorbell, because as my best friend, she never fails to do that. But I know that when I get home, I'll get moody again. And wait for something I don't know.
entry playlist
1. Matthew Good Band - Failing The Rorschach Test
2. Taking Back Sunday - You're So Last Summer
3. Goo Goo Dolls - Big Machine
4. Jimmy Eat World - Sweetness
blog of the day: none
days until Edmonton: 3
10.22.2003
The Runaway
If you ran to the end of the earth
I would catch you and you would be safe
If you fell down a well
I would bring you a rope and take all of your pain
All the pain, all the pain
That you hide from me everyday
If you're missing I will run away
I will build a path to you
If you're missing I will run away
Just to find myself in you
If I woke up alone I won't stop till I'll find you and you are with me
Cause by now, I know you better than you know yourself
And I know what you really need
What you need, or I need
But either way this is where you should be
Here with me, or I'll bleed so much that you won't believe
If you're missing I will run away
I will build a path to you
If you're missing I will run away
Just to find myself in you
You better not, you better not run
You better not, you better not run
If you're missing I will run away
I will build a path to you
If you're missing I will run away
I will find you
I will find you
I will find you
-Something Corporate
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Graham emailed me today.
Not New Trumpet Graham.
Old Graham. Graham who broke up with me for his ex-girlfriend.
It tore open some wounds again.
But really, I wasn't surprised.
Because I knew all along that what happened, would. People do not change. And as soon as I saw "Here Without You" on Much, I just knew.
And I don't know how to feel.
Accept his apology, despite all of that hurt? Or exact the revenge I have been longing for?
I want vengence; I always do. I am a Vengence Demon, as Cori and I figured out tonight.
But maybe, this time, I should just...what? Welcome his friendship back with open arms as if nothing ever happened? Not an option.
The past is past, but it still happened.
Nothing will ever happen between us. I'm happier with James than I was with Graham. There is no question about that in my mind. And they know it, too.
I have a lot of things I want to say to him. Things that I've been working out in my mind, sentences that would better fit in the context of a sappy teen movie. I have so many things I want to ask, so many questions needing answering.
Then again, maybe some questions are better left unasked. Full disclosure is never good. But part of me is curious, to a fault. I always have to know everything. It's been dubbed my "inquisitive nature".
I have a lot of thinking to do.
If you ran to the end of the earth
I would catch you and you would be safe
If you fell down a well
I would bring you a rope and take all of your pain
All the pain, all the pain
That you hide from me everyday
If you're missing I will run away
I will build a path to you
If you're missing I will run away
Just to find myself in you
If I woke up alone I won't stop till I'll find you and you are with me
Cause by now, I know you better than you know yourself
And I know what you really need
What you need, or I need
But either way this is where you should be
Here with me, or I'll bleed so much that you won't believe
If you're missing I will run away
I will build a path to you
If you're missing I will run away
Just to find myself in you
You better not, you better not run
You better not, you better not run
If you're missing I will run away
I will build a path to you
If you're missing I will run away
I will find you
I will find you
I will find you
-Something Corporate
---------------------------------------------------------
Graham emailed me today.
Not New Trumpet Graham.
Old Graham. Graham who broke up with me for his ex-girlfriend.
It tore open some wounds again.
But really, I wasn't surprised.
Because I knew all along that what happened, would. People do not change. And as soon as I saw "Here Without You" on Much, I just knew.
And I don't know how to feel.
Accept his apology, despite all of that hurt? Or exact the revenge I have been longing for?
I want vengence; I always do. I am a Vengence Demon, as Cori and I figured out tonight.
But maybe, this time, I should just...what? Welcome his friendship back with open arms as if nothing ever happened? Not an option.
The past is past, but it still happened.
Nothing will ever happen between us. I'm happier with James than I was with Graham. There is no question about that in my mind. And they know it, too.
I have a lot of things I want to say to him. Things that I've been working out in my mind, sentences that would better fit in the context of a sappy teen movie. I have so many things I want to ask, so many questions needing answering.
Then again, maybe some questions are better left unasked. Full disclosure is never good. But part of me is curious, to a fault. I always have to know everything. It's been dubbed my "inquisitive nature".
I have a lot of thinking to do.
"What Will It Take To Make You Admit That You Were Wrong?"
I got the mike and you got the mosh pit.
Was his demise so carefully constructed? Well, let's just say I got what I wanted. Cuz in the end it's always the same (justified). You have it or you don't.
Almost done "Christine" now. I'm on the third major part--"Christine - Teenage Death-Songs". And just the title of that, "Teenage Death-Songs", made me start thinking morbid thoughts.
What qualify as teenage death-songs? There's life-songs, love-songs, laugh-songs. Breakup-songs, get-over-them-songs, anthem-songs, summer-songs. There's songs for almost every major event in the teenage years. Graduation-songs. Back-to-school-songs, friendship-songs, end-of-friendship-songs. The soundtrack to our lives. What song would play when you died? At your funeral? If your death was in a movie, how would your demise be accompanied?
I was in my moms room yesterday and found an email on her dresser. It was to her lawyer-friend in Saskatoon, asking for advice about my parent's will. Something to do with the executor of the will, and wanting to change it, because right now it's my father's father's lawyer.
Maybe now is a good time to explain the relationship between my family and my father's father. He is not "Grandfather", or even "Grampa". My father's father, Vern, is essentially estranged from our family. Back when my family moved to Anguilla for a year [I was about 6], we were on the same island as Vern. Bad things happened between Vern and my dad, and we left. As we were leaving, Vern tried to give my dad a check as compensation. The check, it turned out, bounced. And Vern knew it.
How could you give a bad check to your own son? Granted, Vern was never around enough in my dad's childhood to classify as a father. Keep in mind that my dad also has a sister, Cathy. When my dad was about 5 years old, Vern walked out on them. My grandmother, whom I never knew, had to raise two small kids all on her own. She never remarried.
Somewhere along the line, my dad managed to rise about his childhood and become a great father. But what Vern put him through as a small child never really left him. It shows, sometimes, when my dad's had a bad day at work. Or if we get in an arguement. It's times like that when...yeah. I don't know. But getting back to the will.
My parents, understandibly, don't want Vern's lawyer to have anything to do with the execution of their estate. I read through the email and came to understand that, if my parents were to [God forbid] die before I turned 18, the three of us [me & sibs] would go under the care of our legal guardians, my Auntie Tracy and Uncle Brian.
But there's a new twist--once I turn 18, I have the option of taking custody of Blaire and Kale. We could stay in the house, and still receive the money from the estate.
...I told you this was morbid.
What would I do?
I know that it's probably better for Blaire and Kale to be in an environment that is a hell of a lot more stable and providing than I could give them. It would break my heart, though, being apart from them like that. And the house would have to be sold. There's no way around it.
I need to get out of the house more. Or stop reading Stephen King. When I go on a reading binge, I tend to show a morbid streak. Fuck.
OK, so.....anyways......Stampede last night. Got the white cowboy hat. Hurrah! Still need to pick up the necessary hat for Halloween though.
Speaking of which...
Band camp for Nov. 2nd was cancelled, so that we could all party our faces off on Saturday night. Which is the night of the Trumpet/Euph/etc Halloween party. This means that I'm free after 9:30 on Friday night. Ignore the fact that I have band the next morning at 9. Party hardy!
I'm supposed to go down to Shawnessy today in search of another job. Which, actually, I plan on doing. There's an opening at Future Shop, I know that much.
Still looking for a blog of the day....
Hurrah!
And I swear, "snotty" is the tag she goes by.
entry playlist
1. Taking Back Sunday - Timberwolves At New Jersey
2. Matthew Good Band - Radio Bomb
3. Goldfinger - Counting The Days
4. Dashboard Confessional - A Plain Morning
5. New Found Glory - Singled Out
6. The All-American Rejects - One More Sad Song
7. Sugarcult - How Does It Feel
8. Good Charlotte - Say Anything
blog of the day: snotty's blog
days until Edmonton: 3
I got the mike and you got the mosh pit.
Was his demise so carefully constructed? Well, let's just say I got what I wanted. Cuz in the end it's always the same (justified). You have it or you don't.
Almost done "Christine" now. I'm on the third major part--"Christine - Teenage Death-Songs". And just the title of that, "Teenage Death-Songs", made me start thinking morbid thoughts.
What qualify as teenage death-songs? There's life-songs, love-songs, laugh-songs. Breakup-songs, get-over-them-songs, anthem-songs, summer-songs. There's songs for almost every major event in the teenage years. Graduation-songs. Back-to-school-songs, friendship-songs, end-of-friendship-songs. The soundtrack to our lives. What song would play when you died? At your funeral? If your death was in a movie, how would your demise be accompanied?
I was in my moms room yesterday and found an email on her dresser. It was to her lawyer-friend in Saskatoon, asking for advice about my parent's will. Something to do with the executor of the will, and wanting to change it, because right now it's my father's father's lawyer.
Maybe now is a good time to explain the relationship between my family and my father's father. He is not "Grandfather", or even "Grampa". My father's father, Vern, is essentially estranged from our family. Back when my family moved to Anguilla for a year [I was about 6], we were on the same island as Vern. Bad things happened between Vern and my dad, and we left. As we were leaving, Vern tried to give my dad a check as compensation. The check, it turned out, bounced. And Vern knew it.
How could you give a bad check to your own son? Granted, Vern was never around enough in my dad's childhood to classify as a father. Keep in mind that my dad also has a sister, Cathy. When my dad was about 5 years old, Vern walked out on them. My grandmother, whom I never knew, had to raise two small kids all on her own. She never remarried.
Somewhere along the line, my dad managed to rise about his childhood and become a great father. But what Vern put him through as a small child never really left him. It shows, sometimes, when my dad's had a bad day at work. Or if we get in an arguement. It's times like that when...yeah. I don't know. But getting back to the will.
My parents, understandibly, don't want Vern's lawyer to have anything to do with the execution of their estate. I read through the email and came to understand that, if my parents were to [God forbid] die before I turned 18, the three of us [me & sibs] would go under the care of our legal guardians, my Auntie Tracy and Uncle Brian.
But there's a new twist--once I turn 18, I have the option of taking custody of Blaire and Kale. We could stay in the house, and still receive the money from the estate.
...I told you this was morbid.
What would I do?
I know that it's probably better for Blaire and Kale to be in an environment that is a hell of a lot more stable and providing than I could give them. It would break my heart, though, being apart from them like that. And the house would have to be sold. There's no way around it.
I need to get out of the house more. Or stop reading Stephen King. When I go on a reading binge, I tend to show a morbid streak. Fuck.
OK, so.....anyways......Stampede last night. Got the white cowboy hat. Hurrah! Still need to pick up the necessary hat for Halloween though.
Speaking of which...
Band camp for Nov. 2nd was cancelled, so that we could all party our faces off on Saturday night. Which is the night of the Trumpet/Euph/etc Halloween party. This means that I'm free after 9:30 on Friday night. Ignore the fact that I have band the next morning at 9. Party hardy!
I'm supposed to go down to Shawnessy today in search of another job. Which, actually, I plan on doing. There's an opening at Future Shop, I know that much.
Still looking for a blog of the day....
Hurrah!
And I swear, "snotty" is the tag she goes by.
entry playlist
1. Taking Back Sunday - Timberwolves At New Jersey
2. Matthew Good Band - Radio Bomb
3. Goldfinger - Counting The Days
4. Dashboard Confessional - A Plain Morning
5. New Found Glory - Singled Out
6. The All-American Rejects - One More Sad Song
7. Sugarcult - How Does It Feel
8. Good Charlotte - Say Anything
blog of the day: snotty's blog
days until Edmonton: 3
10.21.2003
"We're Starting At 'Quimbo'" [or] OMFG!!!!
Firstly, I apologise for no blog yesterday. I didn't have anything to blog about at 11 AM, but then I had stuff to blog about at 10 PM, but then Claudio called, and then it was Much Mega Hits, and then it was Stephen King's "Misery", and then it was midnight, and then the computer wasn't working.
So, you see, I couldn't blog yesterday. But I digress.
Today, blogwhores, is Tuesday, and Tuesday is a wonderful day indeed. Not only do I have Stampede band tonight [where I will also receive my white cowboy hat and Stampede Belt Buckle[!!!!]], but today is the day that Something Corporate's new CD, "North", comes out. Sadly enough, I won't be getting to a mall anytime soon, and so this purchase will have to wait until I can. Or maybe I should forgo the whole "buying" thing and just wait until I can actually afford it.
Sunday night, after my previous post [which I decline any comment on] James and I went bowling, and I sucked worse than usual, mostly due to my physcial exhaustion from band. Stopped at BP's for some dessert and then I went home. Exciting, no? Ah, but it makes me a happy Kendall.
The weekend passed by mainly in a haze of muscle pain and happiness. I love band. Saturday night we had a small trumpet/euph party that fizzled quickly. Halloween should be much better. I've changed my costume, also. I'll do the cowgirl thing, all I need to buy is a black fuzzy cowboy hat. Which will only cost me 9$, after discount. Huzzah.
Friday during the day I worked, which was alrite, except that I missed my bus home and thought I was going to be horrifically late to band. Which I wasn't, for the record. Amen.
And...yeah, that's about it. I worked at Z last night and had to cover the breaks for Jewelry, Electronics, and Floor. I narrowly avoided being bitched at by some hoebag who thought something was on clearance when CLEARLY IT WASN'T, my GOD I hate people sometimes. But yeah. Not only did I have to cover all the breaks, I got ripped from the comfort of Fashion and thrown in Candy, Snack, and Stationary. This included the Halloween stuff, dammit. So by the end of the night, I was hungry, and coming up with strange costume ideas. But I was working with Cori and Michelle, so that was cool.
My mom surprised me when I came home. Sitting on the counter was a huge-ass stack of books. And not just any books. Stephen King first-edition books.
Yep, that's right. I stayed up until 1:30 last night reading "Misery". I didn't get dressed until 12:30 today because I couldn't put the book down. Do you know what I mean? It just gets soooo good and you can't put it down even though you want to. Man.
So I finished reading "Misery", and now I've started on "Christine". So, in total...I have 6 novels. Let's list them, mostly so I don't forget which ones I haven't read yet.
"Misery" [check], "Christine", "Pet Sematary" [check, but I'll read it again because I was 12 when I read it], "Thinner", "The Bachman Books" [written under his pen name, consisting of 4 novels], and "IT" [check, but I'll read it again cuz I loved it].
Looks like I have a lot of reading to do. And we all know how much I love horror books. And Stephen King. Yes, indeed.
OK, I'm out.
entry playlist
1. Fuel - Hemorrhage (In My Hands)
2. No Use For A Name - Sidewalk
3. AFI - Days Of The Phoenix
4. Stone Sour - Bother
5. Matchbox Twenty - Bent
6. Coldplay - The Scientist
7. Sum 41 - In Too Deep
blog of the day: mike j's blog
days until Edmonton: 4
Firstly, I apologise for no blog yesterday. I didn't have anything to blog about at 11 AM, but then I had stuff to blog about at 10 PM, but then Claudio called, and then it was Much Mega Hits, and then it was Stephen King's "Misery", and then it was midnight, and then the computer wasn't working.
So, you see, I couldn't blog yesterday. But I digress.
Today, blogwhores, is Tuesday, and Tuesday is a wonderful day indeed. Not only do I have Stampede band tonight [where I will also receive my white cowboy hat and Stampede Belt Buckle[!!!!]], but today is the day that Something Corporate's new CD, "North", comes out. Sadly enough, I won't be getting to a mall anytime soon, and so this purchase will have to wait until I can. Or maybe I should forgo the whole "buying" thing and just wait until I can actually afford it.
Sunday night, after my previous post [which I decline any comment on] James and I went bowling, and I sucked worse than usual, mostly due to my physcial exhaustion from band. Stopped at BP's for some dessert and then I went home. Exciting, no? Ah, but it makes me a happy Kendall.
The weekend passed by mainly in a haze of muscle pain and happiness. I love band. Saturday night we had a small trumpet/euph party that fizzled quickly. Halloween should be much better. I've changed my costume, also. I'll do the cowgirl thing, all I need to buy is a black fuzzy cowboy hat. Which will only cost me 9$, after discount. Huzzah.
Friday during the day I worked, which was alrite, except that I missed my bus home and thought I was going to be horrifically late to band. Which I wasn't, for the record. Amen.
And...yeah, that's about it. I worked at Z last night and had to cover the breaks for Jewelry, Electronics, and Floor. I narrowly avoided being bitched at by some hoebag who thought something was on clearance when CLEARLY IT WASN'T, my GOD I hate people sometimes. But yeah. Not only did I have to cover all the breaks, I got ripped from the comfort of Fashion and thrown in Candy, Snack, and Stationary. This included the Halloween stuff, dammit. So by the end of the night, I was hungry, and coming up with strange costume ideas. But I was working with Cori and Michelle, so that was cool.
My mom surprised me when I came home. Sitting on the counter was a huge-ass stack of books. And not just any books. Stephen King first-edition books.
Yep, that's right. I stayed up until 1:30 last night reading "Misery". I didn't get dressed until 12:30 today because I couldn't put the book down. Do you know what I mean? It just gets soooo good and you can't put it down even though you want to. Man.
So I finished reading "Misery", and now I've started on "Christine". So, in total...I have 6 novels. Let's list them, mostly so I don't forget which ones I haven't read yet.
"Misery" [check], "Christine", "Pet Sematary" [check, but I'll read it again because I was 12 when I read it], "Thinner", "The Bachman Books" [written under his pen name, consisting of 4 novels], and "IT" [check, but I'll read it again cuz I loved it].
Looks like I have a lot of reading to do. And we all know how much I love horror books. And Stephen King. Yes, indeed.
OK, I'm out.
entry playlist
1. Fuel - Hemorrhage (In My Hands)
2. No Use For A Name - Sidewalk
3. AFI - Days Of The Phoenix
4. Stone Sour - Bother
5. Matchbox Twenty - Bent
6. Coldplay - The Scientist
7. Sum 41 - In Too Deep
blog of the day: mike j's blog
days until Edmonton: 4
10.19.2003
i could die happy, right this very minute. fall over and just expire.
and nobody would know why.
and thats just the way i want it to be.
and nobody would know why.
and thats just the way i want it to be.
*dies*
Band camp.
I love band.
Everything hurts.
But I got my red cowboy boots.
I love my boots, too.
Must sleep, repair damage.
Night all.
entry playlist
1. none
blog of the day: none. I'm too tired to look....
days until SC CD: 2
Band camp.
I love band.
Everything hurts.
But I got my red cowboy boots.
I love my boots, too.
Must sleep, repair damage.
Night all.
entry playlist
1. none
blog of the day: none. I'm too tired to look....
days until SC CD: 2
Quit Your Life
I’ve been everywhere around the world and finally here tonight
You seem to be the only one to make me feel alright
I feel good when I know you’re coming down
I feel good when I know you’ll be around
[Chorus:]
So quit your life and stay with me
We’ll order in and watch TV
We’ll paint the house and wash the car
We’ll take a walk but not too far
So quit your life and stay with me
New York to Los Angeles and all it takes in between
After miles and hours on the road, you’re the best I’ve seen
I feel good, you’re the best friend that I’ve found
I feel good when I’m coming back to your town
[Chorus]
Stay with me [4x]
I heard the road, it was calling my name
I walked towards the light and I ran towards the flame
I ran towards the flame
After all is said and done, I don’t mind saying again
I say it’s true that I’m in love with the places that I’ve been
I feel good when I know you’re coming down
I feel good when I know you’ll be around
[Chorus]
So quit your life and stay with me
Stay with me [3x]
-MxPx
I’ve been everywhere around the world and finally here tonight
You seem to be the only one to make me feel alright
I feel good when I know you’re coming down
I feel good when I know you’ll be around
[Chorus:]
So quit your life and stay with me
We’ll order in and watch TV
We’ll paint the house and wash the car
We’ll take a walk but not too far
So quit your life and stay with me
New York to Los Angeles and all it takes in between
After miles and hours on the road, you’re the best I’ve seen
I feel good, you’re the best friend that I’ve found
I feel good when I’m coming back to your town
[Chorus]
Stay with me [4x]
I heard the road, it was calling my name
I walked towards the light and I ran towards the flame
I ran towards the flame
After all is said and done, I don’t mind saying again
I say it’s true that I’m in love with the places that I’ve been
I feel good when I know you’re coming down
I feel good when I know you’ll be around
[Chorus]
So quit your life and stay with me
Stay with me [3x]
-MxPx
10.17.2003
Idle Threats
Today's playlist will consist only of Something Corporate songs, in honor of my starting a new countdown. SC's new album, "North", comes out on Tuesday. Whoooo!
So I noticed today that the infamous [and quite frankly, immature] "U" tried to bash me in Pat's shout-outs. Then I checked Pierre's blog and found more of the same shit directed towards Pierre and Lesley.
Who the fuck do you think you are? Fucking leave a name, you fucking pussy. Try saying some of that shit to my face and see how long I let you get away with it.
I fucking hate people like that. If you're going to say shit, be honest about it. Don't fucking puss out and use a fucking screen name. God dammit.
Gotta go to work and then take out all of my paycheck from Z. 130$ goes to my bill for my work clothes, at least 60$ goes to my cell phone bill [I was mega-over my minutes last month!] and about 25$ goes to the Something Corporate CD. Not much left over there for saving, eh? It's gonna be tight this month again. Dammit.
Finally saw American Wedding last night. Pretty good, but I still think American Pie 2 was better. For one thing, Oz, Vicky, and...err...Mena Suvari....weren't in it. Plus, much less Band Camp jokes. Although the part where Stifler eats the "chocolate"...I honestly wanted to hurl. That was a bit over the top.
Still, I enjoyed myself thoroughly, even if I didn'y enjoy my mom's 20 Questions. "Are you dating him?! I thought you agreed just to be friends!" "Well...yeah...."
So now my activities will be limited. Fuck, it was better when I didn't tell her I was dating. Now she'll be more strict than ever. And she wonders why I don't tell her these things? Gawd.
Must go get ready for work. Hopefully I can pull another great day tomorrow. My IPT's were 3.00 yesterday, so whoo-hoo for that!
entry playlist
1. Something Corporate - Konstantine
2. Something Corporate - Forget December
3. Something Corporate - Hurricane
blog of the day: kara's blog
days until Something Corporate CD release: 4
Today's playlist will consist only of Something Corporate songs, in honor of my starting a new countdown. SC's new album, "North", comes out on Tuesday. Whoooo!
So I noticed today that the infamous [and quite frankly, immature] "U" tried to bash me in Pat's shout-outs. Then I checked Pierre's blog and found more of the same shit directed towards Pierre and Lesley.
Who the fuck do you think you are? Fucking leave a name, you fucking pussy. Try saying some of that shit to my face and see how long I let you get away with it.
I fucking hate people like that. If you're going to say shit, be honest about it. Don't fucking puss out and use a fucking screen name. God dammit.
Gotta go to work and then take out all of my paycheck from Z. 130$ goes to my bill for my work clothes, at least 60$ goes to my cell phone bill [I was mega-over my minutes last month!] and about 25$ goes to the Something Corporate CD. Not much left over there for saving, eh? It's gonna be tight this month again. Dammit.
Finally saw American Wedding last night. Pretty good, but I still think American Pie 2 was better. For one thing, Oz, Vicky, and...err...Mena Suvari....weren't in it. Plus, much less Band Camp jokes. Although the part where Stifler eats the "chocolate"...I honestly wanted to hurl. That was a bit over the top.
Still, I enjoyed myself thoroughly, even if I didn'y enjoy my mom's 20 Questions. "Are you dating him?! I thought you agreed just to be friends!" "Well...yeah...."
So now my activities will be limited. Fuck, it was better when I didn't tell her I was dating. Now she'll be more strict than ever. And she wonders why I don't tell her these things? Gawd.
Must go get ready for work. Hopefully I can pull another great day tomorrow. My IPT's were 3.00 yesterday, so whoo-hoo for that!
entry playlist
1. Something Corporate - Konstantine
2. Something Corporate - Forget December
3. Something Corporate - Hurricane
blog of the day: kara's blog
days until Something Corporate CD release: 4
10.16.2003
I AM A HUGE DORK
"You are the only one I'll miss...you are the only answer at a time like this."
Public announcement: I AM A DORK. Take note, me admitting this doesn't happen too often. Please mark this day down in blog history as the day I wanted to bury my head in my covers and hide until the full reality of what I said goes away.
It didn't hit me until sometime today at work, as I was outfitting an old woman in a coat. All of a sudden, in that stuffy little store, my head started whirling and....bam. I was hearing my own stupid voice saying those stupid words all over again. And God, I just wanted to hide in the back of the store until my shift was over.
And I remember hearing my little voice in my head going "You're gonna regret this one something awful, girl..." But, in true form, I ignored it and went ahead blurting out things that are best left unsaid. Fucking hell.
Band camp tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that. And then Monday I don't have band, but then Tuesday I do. And I have it the Halloween weekend, too. October 31st? Yeah, until 5. November 1st? Starting at 9 AM.
I wonder how heavily I can drink the night before and still be coherant enough for marching the next day. I'm sure the Euphs will have no problem aiding me in my quest for intoxication. God bless bandies.
Speaking of bandies. The super-secret plan went off without major hitches last night. RS called me, but I missed her...why didn't you just leave me a voicemail? Tsk tsk.
Also, the 829 signs for being in band too long came from an email, thank you very much. All I did was copy/paste and away I went.
Finally made comments for PM. Still trying to figure out why I can't link to any pictures that I've uploaded on my website. Am utterly confounded by this. Bloody hell.
entry playlist
1. Matthew Good Band - Fearless
2. Alkaline Trio - Another Innocent Girl
3. Avril Lavigne - Tomorrow
4. Fuel - Hemorrhage (In My Hands)
blog of the day: LC's blog
days until Band Camp: 1
"You are the only one I'll miss...you are the only answer at a time like this."
Public announcement: I AM A DORK. Take note, me admitting this doesn't happen too often. Please mark this day down in blog history as the day I wanted to bury my head in my covers and hide until the full reality of what I said goes away.
It didn't hit me until sometime today at work, as I was outfitting an old woman in a coat. All of a sudden, in that stuffy little store, my head started whirling and....bam. I was hearing my own stupid voice saying those stupid words all over again. And God, I just wanted to hide in the back of the store until my shift was over.
And I remember hearing my little voice in my head going "You're gonna regret this one something awful, girl..." But, in true form, I ignored it and went ahead blurting out things that are best left unsaid. Fucking hell.
Band camp tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that. And then Monday I don't have band, but then Tuesday I do. And I have it the Halloween weekend, too. October 31st? Yeah, until 5. November 1st? Starting at 9 AM.
I wonder how heavily I can drink the night before and still be coherant enough for marching the next day. I'm sure the Euphs will have no problem aiding me in my quest for intoxication. God bless bandies.
Speaking of bandies. The super-secret plan went off without major hitches last night. RS called me, but I missed her...why didn't you just leave me a voicemail? Tsk tsk.
Also, the 829 signs for being in band too long came from an email, thank you very much. All I did was copy/paste and away I went.
Finally made comments for PM. Still trying to figure out why I can't link to any pictures that I've uploaded on my website. Am utterly confounded by this. Bloody hell.
entry playlist
1. Matthew Good Band - Fearless
2. Alkaline Trio - Another Innocent Girl
3. Avril Lavigne - Tomorrow
4. Fuel - Hemorrhage (In My Hands)
blog of the day: LC's blog
days until Band Camp: 1
10.15.2003
You Know You've Been In Marching Band Too Long When....
1. You hear music on the radio and you start marking time.
2. You're walking behind someone and you're in step with them.
3. You try to guess the tempo of your favorite song.
4. All your friends are in band.
5. You don't mind changing clothes on the bus (see below).
6. You know how to change on the bus without revealing anything.
7. People ask you about your social life and you say "Oh you mean my flute?"
8. You've had a "trombone-ectomy" (shudder).
9. You practice your instrument more than you talk to your dog.
10. Being mauled by a drum is a normal part of life.
11. "Armed guard" means a girl with a pole, not a guy with a gun.
12. You remember sharps and flats more easily than you remember the name of the president.
13. You've named your instrument.
14. You see your section more than you see your family.
15. Everyone wants to kill the other football team...and you want to kill the other band.
16. You have dreams about selling band candy.
17. You accidentally call your band director "Dad".
18. Reeds taste good.
19. You subconsciously start practicing with a pencil.
20. You roll step through the cafeteria so you don't spill your food.
21. You're alone and you suffocate because no one's telling you to breathe.
22. The band room is your second home. It is your home if you've got it bad.
23. You think a national monument should be built honoring John Philip Sousa. Hell, they should just chip off one of those president heads and put it there.
24. You've actually been to band camp and consider it the highlight of your summer.
25. You recite the alphabet A through G then start back at A again.
26. Someone could empty their spit valve on your shoe and you wouldn't care.
27. Spit rags/swabbers don't gross you out (see above).
28. You carry cork grease in your pocket.
29. You know what a shako is and insist on calling them that, threatening to kick anyone who dares to call them 'hats'.
30. 9/2 time scares the b'jeezus out of you, while dying a slow painful death in a pit of snakes doesn't.
31. Your philosophy is: "If you don't have your mouthpiece then what the heck is that noise coming out of your mouth?"
32. You and your pals have memorized the entire repertoire for the year and can play your respective parts together...on kazoos.
33. You hear a song on the radio and think: "Hey, this'd make a good pep band song."
34. You don't describe people by going "She's got brown hair, dark eyes, kind of tall..", but go "She's an alto sax."
35. Your conductor is your hero.
36. You have a designated section in your closet dubbed "for concert attire".
37. You have a harness/neck strap tan line.
38. Pep band is the highlight of your week.
39. You go around humming the last song you practiced, even if it's Bb major scale.
40. A random person could punch you in the face and you wouldn't respond, but you'll fight to the death over who in your section gets to play the solo.
41. Someone yells out "Hey Tuba boy!" and you respond.
42. Your biggest crush was/is your drum major.
43. You go to parades that you are not in and make sure lines are straight, horn angles are parallel, and everyone is in step.
44. You listen to the classical station and can name off songs that you remember playing in band.
45. You always start off on the left foot.
46. You find it complicated to get in step with your reflection.
47. You've seen "Mr.Holland's Opus" 26 times.
48. Everybody in band fights like they're family.
49. When walking down the hall you are in step with your friends. If someone is not, they fall behind or do a little foot shuffle to get in step.
50. You have dents in your furniture from hitting it with drumsticks or spit stains from emptying your valve.
51. You know how to play 10 popular-stand tunes, but know the words to none of them.
52. You point out key changes and dynamics when you listen to the radio.
53. You can strip out of your uniform in less than a minute WITHOUT getting it on the floor in order to use the bathroom.
54. You can carry four different food products at a time and eat them while standing with your instrument on moving bleachers in the rain and not drop any crumbs on your pep band jersey.
55. Having people help dress and undress you isn't even remotely sexually stimulating.
56. You know how to walk on mud without slipping.
57. You miss class to march in a parade.
58. You point out instruments from the music in cartoons.
59. You're still humming band music from three years ago.
60. You start screaming "LEFT! LEFT! LEFT!" to the people that walk in front of you on your way to class.
61. You've never had to pay to get into a football/basketball game.
62. Your feet are together, your stomach is in, your shoulders are back, your head is up, and your eyes are "with pride." 24/7.
63. You've been wittness to a fallen xylophone, bells, chimes, or marimba.
64. Your English teacher is discussing banned bookes and you think - "band books?"
65. You sit at what is known by all as the "Band Table" in the cafeteria.
66. You pile as many band people as you can in one car to go and see "Final Fantasy".
67. You tell people in the movie theater they're humming the "Final Fantasy" tune out of key.
68. You either hate orchestra or are incredibly envious of it.
69. You never go anywhere without a deck of cards (see below).
70. Your deck of cards have been used to such a degree that they've been ripped and taped, have dog eared corners, are an odd pinkish tinge, can no longer fit into their box, and people ask if they'll contract chlamidya from them. Amazingly though, you still have all 52.
71. Instead of doing the "L = left" thing with your hands, you take one step forward to figure out which is right and which is left.
72. You'll clean up the uniform room for a free soda.
73. You're feeling sick at school, but you don't go home until after band.
74. Your friends (uh... friend) who aren't in band hang out in the band room before class starts.
75. You've never ever sat in your class section at a pep rally because you're playing.
76. You still and always will find "Sax-a-ma-PHONE!" entertaining.
77. You find yourself drawing characters in uniforms with instruments.
78. You're in band, but you don 't play an instrument (see below).
79. You like band so much but you don't know how to play an instrument, so you join and become a runner for the band.
80. Normal people bet on horse racing, you bet on the DCI Championship.
81. People you haven't seen since elementary school go up to you and say "Hey, you're that one clarinet girl!"
82. In the hallway at school, someone drops a pencil and you holler "STICK!!!"
83. Someone starts clapping and you get nervous.
84. If your dog called you to attention you wouldn't faint out of surprise until the at-ease.
85. Friends tell you to "pee clear."
86. If you actually get to watch a parade in the off-season, you get the urge to say things like "Second rank, left file, watch the intervals!"
87. You name the city and the show, your friends know exactly when you're talking about.
88. Immediate respect for any drum major.
89. "Beef" has nothing to do with cows.
90. (If you tour) You have a refined ability to walk down an aisle on the edges of bus seats.
91. (See above) You fight over who gets to sleep on the floor.
92. You go into spasms if you aren't in the same room as your instrument for more than two hours.
93. Someone asks you who your favorite band is and you say"High school or college? 4A or 5A school? DCI or what?"
94. Wal-Mart is having a sale on lawn ornaments and you think "Wow, they're selling pit members now?"
95. You dent a tuba and blame it on flag line.
96. When you do squatt and go's to get to a class you are late for.
97. You go to other football games to watch the other band.
98. You play the fight songs for FUN!
99. You listen to band demo CDs in your car.
100. Your CDs consist of mainly orchestral/band music.
101. You can measure 5 yards without a ruler- all you need is to count your steps while you're walking.
102. You end everything with the word "hut".
103. You can stand absolutely still, staring at the wall, for 15 minutes straight.
104. Normal people argue about the Vikings vs. the Packers, you argue about brass vs. woodwinds.
105. Looking at pictures of new instruments turns you on.
106. You know the difference between a baritone and a euphonium.
107. Every research paper you've ever done has been on a composer or arts in the schools.
108. Your band director bans "Louie Louie" in order to play new music.
109. You're upset when you make a 99 in band.
110. You've broken into the band room at least once.
111. Your friends have kids and force them to be in music.
112. You're copying an assignment for another class and you write "Reed pgs150-267", and don't notice it's wrong.
113. You can tune a sax.
114. You don't take "double tounging" as a dirty joke.
115. You sit around in class and try to think of new band nerd jokes.
116. A piccolo doesn't hurt your ears.
117. You can play four different instruments, and your mood decides which one you play.
118. Your idea of a recliner is a music posture chiar.
119. You talk to your plume.
120. You've been in a room with over 300 people practicing breath accent cut offs... and there wasn't a director in sight.
121. People call you Flute Girl, but only because you look and sound like her - you really play the trumpet.
122. Your curfew is later if it's an away football game.
123. You've seen the entire band in their underwear.
124. You've stood at attention for half an hour.
125. Even when you're in concert season, you come too close to saying "drop"/"and down" at the end of every piece.
126. You can sit or hold hands with any band member of the opposite sex, but it doesn't mean anything - you're just cold.
127. You have an underground stash of hand warmers.
128. People call where the band room is "The Band Cave".
129. The band director makes you do push-ups for playing "Iron Man" too often.
130. You wish you were at school on the weekends because you forgot to bring your instrument home.
131. You compose music in all of your classes and during lunch.
132. You build a website just for your band. Hmm, should I take this as inspiration..?.
133. You start humming a show tune from three years ago and your friends join in with their respective parts.
134. On band trips (or anywhere), you and your friends play "Guess That Song" - one person hums a song the band has plays and the others guess what it is.
135. You've had band camp nightmares.
136. You sit with your band director during band trips. Or on the city bus.
137. The only reason you're looking forward to Spring Break is because that's when the band trip is.
138. Watching DCI turns you on.
139. You stay after school or during lunch to play around with songs with your other band friends.
140. You consider your band director one of your closest friends. Nathan.
141. You don't like people because they don't like band.
142. The ring tone on your phone is an excerpt from your show.
143. You enjoy going to early/late band. Who cares if it's at the crack of dawn, it's the highlight of your day.
144. You weep tears of joy when you get a Superior. It's kind of like Halle Berry at the Oscars. Only for a more legitamate reason.
145. You refer to other schools as "Oh yeah, that's the one with the band that played _____", or "We beat their band."
146. You e-mail random people you don't know with "You know you're a band dork" jokes. YEAH!
147. You go into a field and wonder why there are football players there.
148. You compare yourself to others based on chair placements in band/regionals/all-state.
149. You sometimes wonder why people don't also say "Sousa-ma-phone!" Psh, I don't know what's wrong with the people in THIS guy's band... It's complete with "Clar-a-ma-net!" and "Tuba-mab-aaa" in my neck of the woods.
150. You and your friends try to launch a full investigation to find out who put graffiti in the brathroom closest to the band room.
151. You wonder why band doesn't have their OWN bathroom.
152. Your director is throwing out old percussion uniforms, so you ask if you can have one, and then you and your friends wear them around school the rest of the day - frilly tassles not withstanding.
153. You read pages about band geeks. Is that so wrong?
154. If you're from a warmer state, you wonder why they're talking about hand warmers.
155. You hate American Pie because if you mention band camp to a non-band member (or, as you may call them, a blasphemer), they ask you if you've ever stuck a flute up your... yeah (even though you're a guy), and they still think they're really being original with that one.
156. When people make said joke, you threaten to stick them in the old tuba case.
157. You've tested to see if you can fit in a tuba case.
158. You can confidently tell your friends whether you can or cannot fit into a tuba case.
159. You do the same with a sousaphone case.
160. You know what a piccolo trumpet is.
161. You're talking about instruments with your friends, and you all know what every letter before or after a standard model number stands for.
162. Your "You Know You're a Band Geek when..." page is so successful that people plagarize it. Exhibit A: This site. Hmm, it's magically disappeared...
163. You dress the lunch line.
164. You've memorized the bumps on the road from the school to the football field.
165. Instead of doing physics homework, you figure out the frequencies (in Hz) of every not in band. (See below)
166. You notice the tuba they refer to on the final is almost exactly a quarter step out of tune. Jesus Christ. An entire quarter step?!
167. You figure out the exact hearing range of a newborn child... in concert pitches (almost 11 octaves: low Eb to high D). I am entirely amazed.
168. You actually practice.
169. Every person you're currently interested in dating is a band member.
170. You refer to people by their instrument, as in Tuba Mike. Geez, does EVERY band have a "Tuba Mike?"
171. You force the entire AP US History bus to watch BOA finals (rewinding back to when the guys fall down... repeatedly).
172. You plan a military coup of the band when your candidate doesn't win Band President. I feel you, man.
173. Your trademark is your instrument's name and then the band that you play in (eg: Bob-Asj).
174. You can't see the material on your letterman jacket because it's so crammed with patches from honor bands.
175. You've tried out every instrument in the band room, regardless of who played it last.
176. The word "fluglehorn" doesn't send you into a fit of giggles.
177. You've spent more money on reeds than on food.
178. Your most used turn-down line is "Sorry, I've got band that night."
179. Telling someone they blow is a compliment.
180. You subdivide while talking.
181. You can quote current prices for mouthpieces.
182. You can identify any instrument and who it belongs to by it's case.
183. You know where every single dent in your instrement came from, or:
184. There isn't a single dent in your instrument because you flip out any time it gets one, so you sprint to the repair shop right away to get it fixed. Bill the repair man won't care if it's 11:30 at night, right?
185. "Rushing" and "dragging" are technical terms to you.
186. You tell time in measures.
187. Having a metronome has gotten you into trouble. Bomb scare my butt.
188. At church you march up to communion in the attention position instead of a praying position.
189. You don't care if you reveal anything on the bus - all the band guys have seen it before anyway.
190. You've marched in your room, back yard, and/or driveway.
191. You've ever marched in front of a mirror to see what you look like and see if you can do certain moves correctly.
192. You tell the incoming freshmen "This one time, at band camp" stories... like the time that one guy caught his car on fire Was he a percussionist? I bet he was a percussionist. and act it out in detail like it happened an hour ago, and your best buds laugh so hard they cry. Good times, man. Good times.
193. After the uniform, you'll never be threatened by any outfit that has more than 20 steps to get in and out of it for as long as you live.
194. You and your friends eat lunch in the band room.
195. You and your friends march your show from 2 years ago in gym while humming your parts as you go.
196. The word "fingering" doesn't make you think gross thoughts.
197. You can scale the stadium seats with ease, but you trip on the stairs in your house.
198. You know all the cheers that the cheerleaders yell at all the football games.
199. You hum pep band tunes in the shower.
200. Out of boredom, you learn how to play your show on harmonica.
201. You've been in Band so long that your uniform acutally fits now.
202. You think of halloween costumes that involve pieces of your uniform. I don't even WANT to know. (See 227.)
203. Your band is doing a Christmas parade and the parade people made the band get there 2 hours early; it's freezing cold so various band members begin to drift into a gas station to get warm and eventually, the whole band is in there and ends up playing through the field show for the gas station people.
204. (For drum majors) During practice, the podium doubles as a shelf for your personal stuff, such as water bottles, jackets, drill, etc.
205. You've seen a trumpet player's lips get stuck to his mouthpiece because it was so cold outside. Moral of story: don't play the trumpet.
206. You've become able to fall asleep any time and any place because the opportunities are so few and far between that you have to take advantage of them when they're there.
207. When a teacher yells at you for talking in class, it's usually because you were talking about band.
208. You have certain songs that your bus sings on every bus ride, and you have to supress the urge to belt them out on non-band bus rides.
209. You can cuddle up to and/or share a blanket with anyone in band, and nobody will assume anything about the status of your relationship.
210. You can change into your uniform outside in the rain in 2 minutes without getting anything wet other than directly from the sky.
211. You can walk up to anyone in band and fix any part of their uniform without saying anything other than giving them your instrument and saying, "Hold this."
212. You see your fellow band members more than your siblings, and your director and instructors more than your parents.
213. You and your friends gossip about the instructors' personal lives, and somehow find it more entertaining than gossip about people your own age.
214. Yet, you do still enjoy gossiping about people in band, and you know that if you're in band, your personal life is no longer personal, and there's no point in trying to keep it that way.
215. You go up to the band room to practice during all of your study halls, not just because you need to practice, but because you want to be in the band room.
216. After crying tears of joy Hally Berry style, right? PLEASE tell me it was Halle Berry style. for your great score at finals, you cry tears of sadness because marching band is over.
217. As a junior who has never done color guard, you decide to join winter guard because you just can't stand the thought of not having "that feeling" for the rest of the year. "That feeling" could also just mean you're wearing your uniform pants on backwards; you'd better check and confirm.
218. You never question the unwritten rule that nobody other than percussionists can go inside the drum closet. God only knows what happens in there anyway.
218. You cried when you found out that you made drum major.
219. You get bored in class so you pick random people who aren't in band and decide what they would play if they were based on their personalities.
220. Your idea of a fun Saturday night is spending it at a band competition and the bus ride home.
221. It does not bother you at all that every Saturday, you spend over 12 hours doing something band-related.
222. You can tune a piccolo.
223. Tuning out the trumpets is second nature to you. Oooh, burn.
224. It's 2:00 in the morning and you think: "Hey great, I still have time to practice my trombone before school starts!"
225. You actually DO practice your trombone at 2:00 in the morning because "no one will care if I use a mute, right?"
226. When you're in concert band and you're watching the halftime show and hear 4 guys blow their airhorns in the stands and then you don't talk to anyone for the whole 2nd half of the football game because you are so mad.
227. You use your white marching band overalls to be an Oompa Loompa for Halloween, (complete with green hair, mind you) and your friends refer to you as "the devil in a band uniform."
228. You go to the band room at lunch and watch the Cadets' field show, even though you have already seen it every day for the past month.
229. (See above) You still ooh and aah at everything.
230. You don't have to wonder what a guy in band looks like in his boxers, because you've probably already seen him change.
231. You get to brag to your non-band friend(s) that you saw ____ in his boxers.
232. If someone tries to walk through the band, you yell offensive expletives and kick them out with the help of everyone else in your rank.
233. Holding your section leader's instrument is considered an honor.
234. When introducing yourself to a fellow band geek online you say "I''m the clarinet/flute girl" and they still don't know who you are.
235. You say "I have a crush on the drum major" and you are automatically friends with the whole flute section.
236. Thinking the drum major is hot is normal.
237. Stalking the drum major is normal (and easy... I mean, you see him 24/7).
238. If you're in the clarinet or flute section, you meet a new person every day that you didn't know was in your section. What's really great is when you don't have to match names to faces, because every one of them is named Sarah.
239. You stick your tongue to a frozen pole because your drum major told you to.
240. You know your band director, drum major, and section leader's home phone, cell phone, and e-mail by heart.
241. You go to the band room at lunch and watch the Cadets' field show, even though you have already seen it every day for the past month.
242. ...and you still ooh and aah at everything.
243. You don't have to wonder what a guy in band looks like in his boxers, because you've probably already seen him change.
244. You get to brag to your non-band friend(s) that you saw *blank* in his boxers.
245. If someone tries to walk through the band, you yell offensive expletives and kick them out with the help of everyone else in your rank.
246. Holding your section leader's instrument is considered an honor.
247. When introducing yourself to a fellow band geek online you say "I''m the clarinet/flute girl" and they still don't know who you are.
248. You say "I have a crush on the drum major" and you are automatically friends with the whole flute section.
249. Thinking the drum major is hot is normal.
250. Stalking the drum major is normal (and easy..I mean, you see him 24/7)
251. If you're in the clarinet or flute section, you meet a new person every day that you didn't know was in your section.
252. On your bye-week you go to other people's football games.
253. You and your boyfriend go to a Marching Competition insted of Homecoming.
254. You spend hours a day trying to think up something good to put on the 'You know you're a band geek when...' list.RAWK!
255. You know your a band geek when you have dated someone from each section of the band... including the drummers.
256. You're so used to having things thrown at you at short notice that you assume there will be a pep rally or parade every Friday afternoon (and on all holidays) and are shocked when there's not.
257. You have competions with who can hum their parts the best and loudest with the bus parked next to you at Festival.
258. You've spent a good hour reading 257 signs of being a band geek when you were convinced by about number 10. Hoo-hah!
259. You've been to your directors' house almost as much as you've been to your own.
260. You've been away from home so many times in the past month that your parents forget you live there. Parents? You mean your band director?
261. You hear a story of some random band idiot and automatically assume it was a drummer (or in extreme cases, a trumpet).
262. You've been in band so long that you've had almost every locker and still remember the combination.
263. You have more music than notes and textbooks combined.
264. You can recall at least 50 other band web sites off the top of your head.
265. More than half of your shirts are band related.
266. ...and you actually wear them...
267. ...on the same days as your section.
268. You know everything about everyone in band such as phone numbers, favorites and siblings names.
269. You find that most of your closest friends belong to band. Other people just can't relate.
270. Icy winds and sub-freezing temperatures at football games don't bother you. Who needs feeling in their toes? Marching band is worth it!
271. You are truly outraged when "opposing bands" presume that they can play "Louie, Louie" (or any other song, for that matter) better than your marching band can.
272. You spend as much time practicing your instrument(s) as you spend doing homework. Wrong notes are something that happens to other people.
273. You download songs that you play in band because they're so much better than the songs playing on the radio.
274. You want to be a band director when you grow up.
275. You rank your fellow band members in order of their nerdiness.
276. You become psychotic with rage upon finding out that you are only second on said nerdiness list.
277. When "Greensleeves" is in your repetoire, you start wearing green shirts to band in order to subconsciously convince your director to let you play it.
278. You feel slighted because a list such as this so inadequately expresses your love for band. What, so you want me to do an interperative dance? 'Cause I will, you know.
279. After school every day you go directly to the band room and talk to your band director and band friends and order pizza with him.
280. You are angry that your band director doesnt have the same lunch as you.
281. You have whole cds of drum cadances that you listen to over and over.
282. You aren't a drummer but you can play every cadance as if you were one.
283. The drummer in your class gives you a funny look after you play all the cadances on your desk (see above).
284. Your favorite memories and stories are from band trips.
285. You've developed an infatuation for your director.
286. You get mad if the desks in your row aren't straight.
287. Your favorite mode of transportation is yellow and seats 45.
288. You have no life and LOVE IT!
289. You have a farmer's tan from the last band camp.
290. (For trombones) You know what it feels like to have your slide frozen in place (see below). Reason #12 to play woodwind.
291. When your slide is frozen, you start thinking of alternate postitons so you can still play most of your show.
292. You have nightmares about dropping your slide on the field.
293. You drive by your director's house over Christmas break, even though you know he's out of town getting married.
294. When considering the weight of any object, you measure it multiples of the weight of your sousaphone or tuba. For example, your little brother weighs about two sousaphones.
295. You switch instruments so often you don't know which section you belong to and develop multiple personalities.
296. When you're kicked out of the band room for lunch you have absolutely no idea where you're going to go. It's kind of like you're a sad, lost puppy - where some people feel really sorry for you, and other people just want to kick you. Yeah.
297. You can't picture yourself dating/marrying a non-band person.
298. All you have to do to con a new freshman/sophmore into doing something is say "Come on, its trumpet tradition."
299. People don't believe you when you say band chicks/guys are hot.
300. You skip prom because you have all-state/drum corps practice.
301. You don't even notice that you're pecking anymore.
302. You speak more than 25 words in Latin, French, and Italian (poco meno moso, anyone?)
303. Your instrument cost you more than your car.
304. Your ceiling has holes, and you can remember the specific toss that caused them.
305. You've carried a sabre or rifle to class and no one noticed.
306. The term "6-mallet technique" frightens you.
307. You've ever been run down by a tuba (or quads). A GUY CARRYING A TUBA AND QUADS!
309. You know how to tune a drum... and you aren't a percussionist.
310. You've ever performed emergency surgery on an instrument (with or without duct tape).
311. You've invented a new acronym for the order of sharps.
312. You know the pitches of all the sounds your bus makes.
313. Forget fingernails on a chalkboard: out-of-tune flutes make you cringe.
314. You would take physics just to learn about sound waves.
315. You've ever turned a metronome on and it brought back memories.
316. You saw Drumline more than once, even though it was that bad.
317. You've skipped a class to go watch one of your school's other bands practice.
318. You've ever tried to play two instruments at once.
319. ... and you succeeded.
320. You've played an instrument that's older than you are.
321. You know the acoustics of every room in your house.
322. You have ever used cork grease for chapstick. That's just called being resourceful.
323. When you do finally date a non-band member, it doesn't matter, because the director lets him ride on the bus to all the away games as long as he wears a band t-shirt too.
324. You regularly order pizza to the band room for lunch because it has its own outside door.
325. If you're late to school, you know you can just go in the band room door and be fine.
326. You've discovered the beauty of privacy in practice rooms after school. Nudge nudge wink wink.
327. When you *gasp* don't have band practice, all of your band friends come over to hang out and you spend a lot of time discussing the proper succession of drum majors for the next four years.
328. As a senior, you have your freshman, and are proud of how well you've taught them tradition.
329-338 are for us university band geeks:
329. You still cry when you hear the band-bus theme song from your senior year.
330. You actually go to college intending to major in music education.
331. All your friends are music ed majors or in the marching band.
332. Your first criteria for college is that it have a marching band, even though you intend to major in something else. (Like history, or science...)
333. Your college essay is all about how marching band was the best thing that ever happened to you.
334. You have vehement arguments with your college marching band friends about whether they're "chickens", "plumes", or "fuzzy bunny dicks."
335. You decide to drop concert band for more time to practice, but would never think of dropping marching band.
336. You go to your old high school's homecoming and follow the band for the whole parade, playing along on the kazoo.
337. You inform your former band director that if he doesn't pick your choice as drum major he will die.
338. The band director listens.
339. You're a Goth girl who plays first chair flute/picc, and everyone hates you for not being popular and STILL getting first chair.
340. Locking a freshman in a cubby is the highlight of your morning.
341. You march in red Converse sneakers and actually think that you're cool
342. You get excited about hearing the next field show ideas.
343. You lose your voice from screaming at competitions
344. You make freshman/1st years wear signs that state that they are the band bitch. How prestigious!
345. You director (who is bald) allows you to call him Grandpa and Chrome Dome.
346. You know how to make your own slide/valve oil.
347. You know where every piece of equipment belongs in your band truck.
348. You've ever been sent to find a gock and actually know what your looking for.
349. Most of the people your little brother knows are your friends from band.
350. People stop calling you a band nerd because you take it as a compliment.
351. You get excited when the staff finally gets a new tuner.
352. You encourage your director to set out said tuner so you can try it out.
354. When introducing yourself, you say your instrument, row, and file whether or not it's marching season.
355. You make fun of people because they play on Ricos during concert season.
356. You make fun of people because they play on VanDorens during marching season.
357. You judge another player by the hardness of their reeds/size of their mouthpiece.
358. The song "Seventy-Six Trombones" bothers you, because everyone knows you can't just have ONE tuba in a band.
359. When non-band people have band questions, they come to you first.
360. You arrange for the entire band to sing "Happy Birthday" to your director. On the field. At the beginning of practice. ("Band, atten-hut!" "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUUU...") *Sniffle* Aww. How touching.
361. If you must go into the drum room (Cause your clarinet/flute has to be kept in there) you've learned to ignore the drummers as you run in, grab your intrument and leave.
362. You know the feeling of marching with one shoe in the mud because you lost it on the first backwards slide.
363. After getting your wisdom teeth out, all you can think about is not being able to play your trumpet for a week.
364. You write a three page newspaper article for the school paper.
365. Your director threatens to punch you in the face becuase you turned your head at a competition.
366. You volunteer to erase marching music.
367. You buy a $3000 Bach-Stadivarrius trumpet, and have to work off the $700 you owe to your parents .
368. You start working on your All-County solo peice a year ahead of time to you make sure you have it absolutely perfect before try-outs.
369. You have a broken knee cap and can barley move, but still come to school just in time for band class (last period of the day).
370. You actually know what "L'istesso Tempo" [same tempo] means, because you just frantically studied for the terminology quiz in band that day.
371. You go through you scales on you imaginary instrument during U.S. History class.
372. You form "The Trombone Club"/have friends that are in the club.
373. You join flag corps.
374. (see above) You endure running the 70-yard dash in 20 seconds back and forth many times in a row because the band can't get the drill right.
375. You wait outside the band room every morning for the band director to arrive.
376. All your white shirts and your white carpet have valve oil stains on them.
377. You know you're a band geek when you take the time to think of all of these "You know you're a band geek when..." scenarios.
378. You believe football is just the warm up for the band.
379. You have smacked a football player with a flag pole marching around the track.
380. You have ever pulled scarfs out of your pants or briefs for a drum break feature.
381. If an adminstator wants to find you, all they have to do is walk down to the band room.
390. You get upset because you have to miss the band car wash.
391. You fall asleep in the band room after getting home from a competition and you wake up the next morning in a tuba slot. ...With a tuba and the kid who screwed up the triangle solo.
392. You wear your drill masters like slippers
393. You start singing songs such as "Hannuka in Jewish" (deck the halls with big menorahs, falala..) in 7/8 for fun.
394. Someone will start singing a section of a piece in the halls and everyone will jump in with their parts in perfect harmony.
395. You can have a whole conversation with each other by just singing lyrics from various broadway musicals such as RENT and Chicago.
396. Your band directors automatically expect you to pick them up food everytime you go to Subway, even if you hadn't talked to them before.
397. You go down to Subway in a jeep with 11 bandies in it...including 4 people in the trunk.
398. After school, you try and race your friends to see who can get to the band room first.
399. Your younger siblings can sing your show music forwards and backwards from all of the times you've practiced it at home.
400. You're reading this now instead of doing a midterm paper due tomorrow.
401. For those of you who do not have a marching band at your school, you desperately want a marching band and you have suggested it many times to your band conductor.
402. Because you don't have a marching band, you join a fife-and-drum corp so you can learn something new and get to march in parades and see how much fun it is.
403. You know what key every instrument in the band is in and can transpose between them.
404. You can't figure out how you ever lived without band before you started playing your instrument.
405. Your "locker" is your slot. Tell me, what do YOU do when you find said kid who messed up the triangle solo at competition in your slot?
406. People wonder why you and your friends ALWAYS walk in step together.
407. You don't feel comfortable until you're in step.
408. You have dated someone from every section, and you're wishing that the seniors wouldn't have to go, that way you could successfully make round 2 on dating all the saxaphones.
409. You take it personally when your band director remarks that your note is flat.
410. You actually MISS the 4 hours of practice in concert season, and you hate that your metabolism has returned back to its normal state.
411. You don't get aroused when your director wants you to "F Around the Room"
412. When someone says "Justin" it's not for a person, it's for a cadence.
413. You wore out your Dinkles before you wore out your Nikes during football season.
414. Finger your parts. Come on, you know you want to.
415. Valve oil is practically a bodily fluid.
416. You hear the rumors before the actual events occur.
417. The underclassmen get the ugly plumes. That's just how it goes. You best believe it, foo.
418. You want to be section leader so you can get out of formation to talk to your friends... er... check the horn angles.
419. You want to be section leader so you can sit on the end of the bleachers. Leg room is a signal of your power.
420. There are specific dances needed for certain cadences, chasers, and fight songs. Participation is NOT optional. Do not indict yourself! Yes sir!
421. Oh, you did DCI in high school? That's cool. It doesn't mean squat.
422. All you need to fix a woodwind is a lighter, a tissue, a piece of paper, and a pair of tweezers.
423. All the parties you have outside of band end up being band parties anyway. Who else would you invite? Your director's... mom?
424. When "Anyway You Want It" comes on in the car, you each sing your parts.
425-440: More from the university crowd. Rock on!
425. You hate Ohio State's marching band for one reason only: You are a woodwind.
426. You cried when you saw Morgan State's marching band. Nuff said.
427. You practiced your Harlem Shake so you could audition for Morgan State's marching band.
428. More than half the songs on your MP3 playlist are band songs.
429. You hear your insturment in all symphonic songs. "Ooh! I hear a french horn! That's me!" or "Did you hear that bass clarinet stinger?"
430. You put the release date of Drumline on your calendar a month before the previews were on TV.
431. "Push it in" and "Pull out" are perfectly acceptable terms for tuning.
432. "Push it in" and "Pull out" are not pornographic terms.
433. You make friends with the T.A.
434. "8 to 5" is not a work day.
435. You can tell people didn't do band if they a) have bad posture b) walk with their feet out c) are not in step with the people in front or beside them.
436. You can clap, sing, and sizzle almost any rythm put in front of you.
437. You have a specific diet for marching season.
438. You can remember your uniform number from high school.
439. You know who has that one now just by a glance.
440. You ask to be the chaperone on your high school band's trips the year after you graduate.
441. At least one of the pictures in your room is of you in a band uniform.
442. You don't have to ask why the drummers have rubber bands on their wrists.
443. You don't question when someone says they're a Boner.
444. The stands next to the band are reserved, too. For the band parents.
445. On long band trips, you know what's going on in the seat ahead of you, because you did it on the last band trip...
446. You pretend to be disgusted when someone brings it up (see above).
447. You already know what insturment you want your kids to play. Yours of course!
448. If I say "One-ee and-a two-ee and-a" you can draw a picture of it.
449. You know the security guard in the music school by name.
450. You remember drill from freshman year of high school.
451. You hear the rival band playing a version of your band's pep tune and you say "that is such a bad arrangement."
452. There is at least one person in the band you refer to with a shudder.
453. The football and basketball teams call you the twelfth and sixth man, respectively.
454. When Tampa Bay won the Superbowl, you freaked when the head coach gave credit to the band first.
455. You stay up to 2 o' clock after the game talking about all though wrong notes you played.
456. You Take your instrument for a monthy check up at the local music service store; you can never be too careful.
457. Conversations don't get interesting until the topic of "band" comes in.
458. Your ego inflates everytime you go on a band trip (ie Rose Bowl, Macy's).
459. You can walk into your junior high school when you'er a senior and you band teacher still knows you by sight, name, and what instrument(s) you played.
460. (Woodwinds) You freak out every time someone calls you a "field ornament", and still hold strong to the fact that brass sucks.
461. You know how it feels to have to run off the field pushing a marimba with a faulty wheel *AND you know the exact angle to push so that wheel works* This band geek's gots skillz, yo.
462. (Flutes) You felt a lot better after seeing American Pie 2 just so that you could get even with the trumpets for saying "And this one time, at band camp..." one too many times.
463. When you sign up for instrumental class in school, you are absent 3/4 of the time because of band, of course and still end up with an 85% average.
464. You face daily death threats for getting first chair saxophone when you are a) the youngest member of the band and b) there are seniors that should have taken the position. WHAT THE MOFO ARE YOU DOING AT FIRST CHAIR?! This is blasphemy, I tell you.
464. You have perfected the art of playing with a broken, torn or rippled reed.
465. You can mentally replay every song in your bands repertoire from memory, down to the trumpet solo.
466. You bow before entering the instrument room.
467. The inside of your mouth is lacerated from all the biting down for the high notes.
468. Your lips are absolutely ripped.
469. You hear a piece of music called "Dusty Trombone" and think: "Blasphemy!"
470. You have to get braces from your mouthpiece being stuck in your mouth all the time
471. You swear and attest every single day that the tenor sax can beat the crap out of alto any day of the week.
472. You feel as though it is your duty as a citizen to play the "Hockey Night in Canada Theme" every Saturday night, to the annoyance of your family members.
473. You're in Jazz band and become bitter enemies with your best friends from the Concert bands.
474. You are able to play your solo from any song using your mouthpiece alone.
475. Your reed is so well used that your band director begs you to throw it out.
476. After said throwing out, you hold a funeral, and build a coffin for your reed.
477. You weep for weeks after this funeral.
478. You take Italian just so you can show off your smarts on your next music theory exam.
479. You offer to carpet the ceiling of the band room so your solos will echo less
480. You offer to vacuum the carpeted ceiling of the band room, so your solos won't echo
481. When your friend writes out a song in "da da daaa" you know exactly which song they are talking about.
482. When you saw the movie "Drumline" and felt some sort of joy that a movie intereprets band as a sport.
483. Not only do you remember marching music from last year, but also the parts for at least three different insturments.
484. You go home after a football/basketball game and practice your pep band tunes.
489. Polychords don't scare you.
490. You got bored, so you composed a song then had your band sight read it the next day.
491. Your band hates you because your song has 5 flats. (see above)
492. You can march to 9/8.
493. You are good at marching to 9/8.
494. You can conduct in 1/1, 2/2 (or 2/4), 3/4, 4/4, and 5/4 with little effort.
495. ...and you're a sophmore.
496. You constantly pester you band director with new marching show ideas.
497. When you get a song by Bach, the first thing you look for is a tritone.
498. To your dismay, you don't find one. (see above)
499. You know what a tritone is.
500. You love tritones (especially if you're in jazz band).
501. You can read a twelve bar blues.
502. And solo to it. (see above)
503. And make it sound decent. (see above)
504. And you're not in jazz band. (see above)
505. You have all 84 major, minor and natural modal scales memorized and can play them on cue (Ionian, Dorian, etc...).
506. You computer desktop picture is a picture of your marching band, and you can find yourself in the picture with little effort. Second rank, third file, beeyotch.
507. You stay after school, solely for the purpose of playing the drum set without having the drum captain yell at you.
508. You get "SAX ARMY" printed on your letterman jacket.
509. Despite the fact your school doesn't have an orchestra anymore, you learn how to play cello. Nathan.
510. You have a Percy Grainger t-shirt.
511. You spend four out of six periods in the band room during school.
512. The whole band is on your buddy list.
513. All-State auditions are a major social event.
514. You count jazz eighth notes in math class with the other jazz band kids... just for the fun of it.
515. You play air French Horn.
516. People get your attention by calling out your uniform number.
517. You tell your other teachers to call you by said number.
518. You memorize all the trombone chants. What? You have trombones that aren't stoned long enough to make up chants?
519. You memorize them in hopes of using them as your section cheer next year (see
above), and you secretly wish you were a trombone.
520. You yell out your section's chant even if no-one's backing you, and you don't feel embarrassed.
521. You only visit FanFiction.net to read the Marching Band section (in Misc).
522. You're still kicking yourself for missing that one practice where all the flutes played in tune with each other.
523. You are able to pick out and name all the different chords in your favorite songs (which are band songs anyway).
524. During silent reading time, you try to pursuade your teacher to let you read your music.
525. You use your band teacher as your councelor, advisor, and shoulder to lean on. Word to the third.
526. Your pet(s) run away when you open your horn case.
527. You know the difference between a french horn and a melliphone.
528. You start looking in the other sections' boxes to see the quotes or interesting phrases in them.
529. You remember all of your director's strange anecdotes.
530. You trace back your family history with what instrument they played.
531. You don't need pain medication: just the memory of running drills numbs the pain.
532. You have stopped envying the pit for not having to march: their parts are much harder than yours.
533. It means something to have marched 180+ tempo. FLAMING LEGS.
534. You spend Friday night watching band videos.
536. You drive 550 miles to go to Scouts practice every weekend.
537-542: You know you're a band geek's kid when...
537. Your dad's best friend is your band director.
538. You've gone to so many concerts that by the time you're 3, you can direct in six-eight time.
539. Your dad organizes band competitions.
540. Your parents go to band competitions an hour early to save seats for everybody else's parent.
541. When you were four,you dancd with the flag girls while
wearing a bikini for your dad's marching band when they played "Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka-Dot Bikini".
542. You could carry 4 music stands at once by the time you were six. Training 'em while they're young. That's the way to go, I say.
543. You start relating your horoscope to upcoming band competitions and events.
544. You don't look in the classifieds for cars. You're looking for a new private instructor.
545. You know how to insert the bocal of a bassoon into a trombone lead pipe to produce a "tromboon" (an instrument made infamous by PDQ Bach, sounding something like a badly pitched lawn mower).
546. A friend of yours, who is learning the bassoon, learns that if you finger the lowest note, and someone else sucks on the bell (like a bong), it produces the overtone series of unpleasant squawks, and subsequently runs around the music building/complex/suite yelling, "SUCK IT!" and shoving his bassoon in anyone's face.
547. You have been removed from a "claimed" practice room by being lifted and thrown into the hallway.
548. You have your own practice room.
550. You enjoy scaring your dachshund by playing multiphonics on the saxophone.
551. COLLEGE STUDENTS ONLY: you know exactly how much beer to drink out of your bottle to produce the tones of a dominant seventh chord.
552. Worse off, you actually sit with 3 other people for an hour tuning said beer bottle dominant seventh chord. Rawk.
553. You mistakenly spell it "spinal CHORD" on your biology exam (not spinal cord, as you should have spelled it).
554. You know the differences between German, French, Italian, and Neopolitan sixths. None of which are pizza.
555. You will travel up to 3 hours to go to a decent music store.
556. You own Eastman Wind Ensemble CD's. Juilliard's are better.
557. Your flute has its own insurance policy.
558. The idea of getting a car your junior year is wonderful because it means you can hang out in the band room longer because you don't have to catch the bus
559. You hardly ever refer to people by their real names; you call them whatever nick name they were given freshman year.
560. All your non band friends hate you because the conversation always turns to band stuff.
561. No one calls your mom Mrs. Smith - they call her Mommy Smith.
562. You know the gross joke behind each sections band t-shirts. (Woodwinds Finger Fast, Trombone Kama-Sutra: we do it in 7 positions, Kicking brass, Rule one for safe sax: always use protection).
563. You have no idea where anything is in your room except for all your band music, drill books from all years you were in band, your concert clothes, band shoes, and both of your instruments.
564. Your sole basis for dating a guy is what instrument he plays.
565. Your band-mates all have band-related screen names
566. You can tune almost any instrument, and play exerpts from a solo of such, but you can't figure out how to type.
567. Your friends call you a faggot and you don't mind (actually, it's a compliment... and for non-bandies, faggot is German for bassoon).
568. People can ask you if you fingered your faggot today, and you won't clock them.
569. If you call the pit guys faires they will hit you with mallets until you ring Bb.
570. You have attempted to ride the marimba to the football field, and it resulted in what you'd like to call "sport-related injuries."
571. No, the vibes won't go faster if it's icy. You're supposed to attach ice skates when it's icy, dumb-butt.
572. Bass clarinet players are notoriously short; about half the size of a sousaphone. Bahaha.
573. After marching band season, you never have to buy shoes again... until next year.
574. Even scarrier than 9/2 time: a flag girl with an attitude and a rifle.
575. You have a year-long argument over which is a subdivision of which: emo, or punk, andthen you compromise by saying that marching music beats all.
576. Low brass gets pissy because a bassoon, bass clarinet, and baritone sax are included in this unfair generalization.
577. You know that the alto sax is stalking the bassoon player, who thinks the quad player is hot, who consults the stationary keyboard player on Final Fantasy stuff, who is best friends with the bassoon player.
578. This is your version of the "Kevin Bacon game"
579. With the uniforms scattered haph-hazardly on a crowded bus, you can still find yours in the dark silence that follows a competition. Or party, either one.
580. You get bored in class, you compose music that is a variation on a variation of a re-arranged exerpt from a previously played band song.
581. You tell your friends that the guy you're dating isn't in band, you rationalize by saying: "Well, he plays a drumset..." but it doesn't help.
582. You have real debates about what drum major is hotter, and all of a sudden, you have to choose who your real friends are.
583. You seriously think of putting a sign at the middle of the bus, proudly stating, "COLORED SECTION" (of course, to indication that section is colorguard only).
584. You proudly display that you're a band geek on every article of clothing, including underwear. Do they make day-a-week underwear with a new note for each day? If not, they should. That's gotta be some mad money.
585. That dweeby bass clarinet player is actually allowed to zip you out of your pants.
586. Being in extreme heat (or cold) for long periods of time is normal to you.
587. You notice the school bell is out of tune.
588. Your parents were so sick of you playing your instrument in the middle of everything, they gave you your own practice room.
589. You get enraged whenever anyone gives you the American Pie joke, even if you've never seen American Pie.
590. You and your band friends all get together at slumber parties to watch band videos from the years before you joined band.
591. You are ecstatic when you find out you are getting new uniforms next year, but you feel a little sad and nostalgic, too.
592. You want to punch someone when you learn that you're getting new uniforms not next year, but the year AFTER next, when you'll have already graduated. !@#$
593. Your suspenders have so little elastic left in them, you have to double them over and safety-pin them to keep your pants up.
594. You have shoe-polishing parties.
595. You know that the cigarette paper and dollar bills that woodwinds keep in their instrument cases has nothing to do with illegal activities.
596. You go to band competitions you're not in to check out the hot guys in band uniforms. Rawr, or something.
597. You make jokes about shanks, bores, and lead pipes.
598. You refer to pieces you play by the conductor/arranger and not the title.
599. Singing on the bus after away games is called "Bus Choir".
600. Bus Choir kicks the actual choir's ass.
601. You get walkie talkies so you can overhear the staff's walkie talkie conversations.
602. You have lengthy online conversations about this list with your friends. Woot.
603. You write a TON of stories that in some way relate to band and/or are based on people/events in your band program.
604. You complain about people who can't sing/dance to a beat.
605. Your mom comments on how similar your band director looks to your dad and you almost quit band because of it. What? This is grounds for feeling ULTIMATE BAND PRIDE.
606. Your license plate says "BNDGK"
607. You know your band directors license plate, phone #, address, and schedule.
608. While reading some of these things you say "wow that sounds like a great idea!" and then you go and do it.
609. You're surprised when a non-band person doesn't know what a ligature is.
610. You know the band directors from other schools.
611. You've had to buy extra memory space for you computer because of all the classical midi files and downloadable sheet music you've saved.
612. You actually paid for some of that downloadable sheet music, and it was probably most of "The Lincolnshire Posy."
613. You can spell "Lincolnshire"
614. You skip family vacations to march in Memorial Day parades.
615. (Horn players) You have threatened to move out if your little brother took up the alto sax.
616. (Alto sax players) You have threatened to move out if your little brother took up the French horn.
617. You've been kicked out of the practice rooms to give other kids a chance, so you went and practiced in the bathrooms instead.
618. Your parents were forced to buy a bigger car just to fit the people from your section in it.
Woot, it's more for the band geeks of higher education. Repreizzent. (619-630)
619. You join the band fraternity or sorority.
620. You have marching band comic strips taped to your dorm room wall.
621. You eagerly follow Bowl Game schedules to see if maybe you'll go somewhere warm and sunny in December.
622. You know what Aural Skills is... and you're not a music major.
623. Grad assistants on wiggly ladders are very funny to you.
624. You've written a constitution for your section.
625. You come back to visit your high school band, and you stand at attention when it's called.
626. You have called the university directory service to get the phone number for "a blonde alto, she's a girl, I think she's from Ottumwa (Iowa), goes by the name Kegstand" and are surprised when you are told they can't help you.
627. (Saxes) You have ever used your upturned neck and mouthpiece to simulate a bong/crack pipe.
628. You have ever mocked the ROTC guys for being out of step during pre-game. Bahaha.
629. Even though you are falling down drunk, you are still able to march perfectly and not miss a note.
630. You have deep, meaningful relationships with people and yet know them only by their nicknames and instrument.
631. Your drum line smokes weed, gets caught, and your season ends two weeks early - resulting in your missing Chapters and ACC's. You're so upset that you miss them, that you still go to the competitions just to watch even though you have to cry through the entire thing. I bet your lesson was learned. Hmph.
632. You can direct all the past shows before you were drum major, and challenge the old drum major that you can direct it better.
633. You refuse to participate in a joint sectional with trumpets.
634. You're head band librarian. And you actually have assistant librarians.
635. You tell the band aides what to do, because you're one of them, too.
636. The director pulls you out of your aide period to work with the lower band's clarinets
637. Interpretive dance isn't just for the Guard anymore... it's a section-leading way of life.
638. EVERY piece of flag work has a name.
639. You go beyond naming your instrument, and have names lined up for your next couple of purchases.
640. You have a favorite Guard outfit
641. You tell people to forward your mail to the band hall library.
642. If anyone needs you, they can leave a note on the table in the band library
643. You stop speaking to your section for a week when they don't come to sectionals.
644. You come to marching band playing sectionals even though you're in Guard.
645. The thought of not making it into the music school at your college of choice brings you to tears.
646. You won't see your best buds during the entire summer after your graduation because they'll be marching DCI and you'll be at college band events. Tra-gic.
647. You KNOW when the tuner is screwed up: NOBODY is THAT flat... except the picc.
648. he directors for the music department have to kick you out of the music department at 7:00 every night (including weekends).
649. The highlight of your weekend was the party at your music instructors house.
650. Your instructors ask you to run errands for them, and let you borrow their cars to do so.
651. You have keys to your instructors houses/cars.
652. All the band moms can get in a kickline and play various parts of your show... from memory.
653. You lock your car doors and you try to match the pitch of the beep with a note.
654. You conduct to the music on the radio in the car--while driving.
655. You tell horror stories to freshmen about "the year we had 8 sets of double time!"
656. The shoes you wear with your tux to the prom have rounded heels.
657. You stack the band room chairs up to the 18-foot ceiling. Mad props, yo.
658. You go to EVERY band function, even though you're a cheerleader.
659. You manage to get a hold of a band t-shirt and wear it at least once a week, even though you're a cheerleader.
660. You have the best band locker (even though you're a freshman) (or a cheerleader).
661. You're a freshman who didn't do marching band (damn that cheerleading), but everyone else in Wind Ensemble (not only your section) still knows you.
662. You quit cheerleading to join marching band. ...The dark side wins again.
663. You have band t-shirts from before you got to your school.
664. You scream bloody murder and cry when you get a one on your solo at contest.
665. You visit music websites every day even though you know exactly what's on them.
666. You order free band brochures because you want to hang the free poster on your wall.
667. You're a member of at least 3 school sponsored bands.
668. A member of the band has printed out this list, passed it around the room during rehearsals, and 3/4 have sat around after school highlighting the best ones. I feel so loved. By loved, I mean stalked.
669. You're in the laziest band in Toronto, and you don't care.
670. You're willing to take a subway ride all the way across the city for band rehearsals, and come home at 11:00 just for the joy of it. This is what we call "The Good Life." Woot.
671. You're in the official pep band for a pro football team, and lord over all your friends the free tickets you get.
672. A 96% in band class is low.
673. Your grade in band is over 120%.
674. Your grade in band is over 140%.
675. There's a sale at the music store, and - much to the annoyance of the staff - you camp out for 3 days in tents waiting for it to happen.
676. You run around the school yelling "I'M AN ARGONOTE!!!" at the top of your lungs, and you are the only one who doesn't think you're crazy. (Argonotes are the official marching band of the Toronto Argonauts, of the Canadian Football League.) Best. Name. Ever.
677. It's Argonotes- not the Argonotes, thank you very much.
678. You've been expelled for playing a solo 9 octaves up, when you were warned to play no more than 2 octaves up.
679. You get a letter from Reed College and immediately think of your clarinet.
680. You cut physics class on a regular basis to go hang out in the band room. When you start to learn about frequencies and pitch, though, you show up to every class and immediately become the best student. Subsequently, your physics teacher thinks you are possessed and sends you to the nurse. (But nooooooo!!! Band is next period!!!)
681. You ask for a detention in band just for an excuse to stay longer.
682. You find pleasure in being able to conduct 3/4 and 4/4 at the same time...
683. ...and you put that on the drum major tryout requirements. You also wrote the rest of the tryout requirements.
684. You've had a crush on the band director's son.
685. You've had a sleep over at your Band director's house. In his front yard, without him knowing beforehand, that is.
686. Playing through a rehearsal when it's 100 degrees outside with 90% humidity? Not a problem.
687. You've pondered who would win in a band vs. football team fight. (Hmm, 160 band members with instruments vs. football players. Let's see.)
688. You dance at every single drum cadence while in the stands. Even if you're the only one and you look like an idiot.
689. Your section has pre-game rituals.
690. You've nearly slipped in a puddle of brass player spit.
691. You've had to suck the spit out of your instrument.
692. You clean up the band room for fun.
693. You walk around your room doing stuff (such as IM, eating, sleeping, talking on the phone, TV viewing, radio listening) while holding your flute.
694. you can name at least 5 people from every marching band within 30 miles of your school
695. You can play all of your marching band tunes on all the brass instruments.
Five mo' fo' the college kids, wooyay.
696. You have keys to the music department building and you carry then with you at all times.
697. All your stories start "You would never believe what we had to do at practice today..." and all your roommates leave.
698. All of your roommates are now in band although they swore they never would be. It is contagious like hoof and mouth disease.
699. Your walls are covered in old band trophies, medals, and certificates.
700. Your behavior is excused when you say "I'm with the band."
701. You've mastered the skill of walking off the field with aætrombone slide attachedæto your ponytail.
702. You play your clarinet/saxaphone until your lip bleeds - at which point you get mad that your reed will now be stained, but continue playing.
703. You give your concert band a name.
704. American Overture for band has been played so many times that you have it memorized. And it turns you on.
705. You have to wear your marching band shoes to the spring concert, and you dont mind a bit.
706. Your parents met in college marching band. Do you see the tear you bring to my eye?
707. You make up an entire marching band drill with Goldfish Crackers during lunch.
708. You take the director's hall pass and smack him with it on the behind. Oh dear.
709. You take the directors patons and hide them for the year.
710. You take the directors hall pass when you're a senior and hang it up on your rearview mirror in your car to show off.
711. (Oboe and bassoon players:) You go to IDRS events and can't wait to go pro so you can get your membership.
712. You know what IDRS stands for.
713. You know all the different kinds of cane and get offended when people don't know what you're talking about. And you're a brass player.
714. You want the brassline from the Blue Devils to play at your wedding.
715. When you're explaining to one of your best friends why you're reading 700+ symptoms of band symptoms and use the excuse, "It's a band thing".
716. You come up with a song for your band. The regular school song was chickenarse quality anyway.
717. You start recruiting new band geeks from the lower band
718. You don't mind getting to school at a quarter to seven in the morning for a competition for the sole reason of getting a band T-shirt. It is just like when you drive by Marshall’s before a sale and see the senior citizens waiting in front of the doors in anticipation. Especially the senior citizens part, huh.
719. While watching Drumline with band friends, you start renaming the band members in the band on the movie with the names of members of your band.
720. At football games, you can get away with acting like a plume is a boa and wrap it around your neck whilst continuing to play and sing. That is one long-ass plume, homie.
721. "Once more" does not, in fact, mean once more.
722. You see a flag and you duck without thinking. Especially when you are driving past McDonalds and you see one of their classy flags flying out front, I bet.
723. You can drink soda on a bus without spilling it. WHY would you have soda within a 20 foot radius of your instrument?!
724. You can tune the 25 flutes all named Sarah perfectly.
725. You start crying because your new school doesn't know what a mellophone is and has never had one before.
726. You still go back to your old school for concerts, even though it's a four hour drive.
727. You adopt someone as your section mascot so your section can rub their stomach before a competition.
728. When asked who you would never date, you reply "Anyone from ____ High School's band."
729. You have a secret supply of sunscreen.
730. You have section parties just for the heck of it.
731. You think lower of people who cant read music
732. You've witnessed your director hit someone in the head with a baton.
733. You've witnessed your director place a flute case between his legs.
734. You've seen a tuba mute.
735. You've ever drooled over a trombone section's performance. Because that spit valve action is so irresistible, you know.
736. You've seen someone break a drum head at state/national level performances.
737. You've ever stared at a trophy and acted completely stupid when someone acknowledged you as you stared.
738. You get dumped for a drum major.
739. You compared your arm width to that of a bassoon.
740. You have found food in your sousaphone... and you saw somebody eat it.
741. You use honor bands as an excuse to pick up potential honeys.
742. You take IB music (even if you're not in IB). Check out the cross-list reference on this number, yo.
743. You quit IB after the coordinator says the band is not important, which is the biggest load of crap ever. Wordy word.
744. You play air quads.
745. You've created band mythology.
746. You practice your field marching out in the street.
747. You make up lyrics for concert pieces.
748. You can run in step.
749. Your director has adopted you.
750. You start to wonder if any of your band mates are going to try to marry the director.
751. You think band should be a graduation requirement.
752. You dream about practice.
753. Marching around the house constitutes as exercise.
754. Your children will have genes for glide stepping.
755. You get a tattoo of a music symbol. Anywhere. Doesn't matter where.
756. You consider getting a leash for your instrument case.
757. The word 'locrian' turns you on.
758. You select fellow band members after which you'll name your kids.
759. Nothing smells better to you than band uniform BO.
760. You meditate at attention, and you march in your sleep.
761. You can play and sleep simultaneously.
762. Your instrument has ever doubled as a weapon.
763. You've marched in an evening gown.
764. You can sleep right next to a jamming percussion section.
765. You want band songs played at all your milestone events (i.e. wedding).
766. You have contests with fellow trombone players to see how many animals/objects you can see in a puddle of spit.
767. You are dressing down and scream "I'm not straight!" and nobody thinks anything of it.
768. You have slipped on the field while jazz running in a crazy set, and accidentally threw your flute two yard lines down as you sprain your wrist on your neighbors shoe. You then scramble to retrieve your flute and make it back in the correct set without the director noticing. Skillz.
769. You walk through the halls practicing double tonguing regardless of the weird looks you are getting.
770. You have been hit in the head with half the instruments in the band (including the stationary ones that aren't band related, like the piano).
771. People can't stop singing once they start singing.
772. When there's a tornado warning, you immediately take your adored clarinet into the closet with you.
773. You use pick up lines, like, "I'm a formata... hold me."
774. You filed suit against the producers/directors of 'American Pie' for defamation of character resulting from that 'this one time at Band Camp' scene.
775. Who needs Chapstick when you've got cork grease?
776. You take a Band Geek quiz and are determined to be the Ultimate Band Geek.
777. You never want to graduate so you can stay in band.
778. You think about trying to see if Chapstick is just as good as cork grease for your instrument, but decide not to, for fear of the Chapstick ruining your precious.
779. You found a picture of your marching band on a website that isn't even your school's, and you can find yourself in it.
780. Instead of clapping on the downbeats during a John Phillip Sousa song, you clap on the upbeats.
781. Your date at band ball notices the key changes.
782. You make fun of Drumline. Or secretly wish that was you.
783. You're surprised when people's personalities don't match their instrument.
784. What's with female drum majors being well endowed?
785. (For tubas) You've been knocked over by a football player.
786. (For tubas) You've learned how to pick up your instrument without bending over.
787. You've developed "tuba shoulder." And you play flute.
788-799: University band geeks again, hooray!
788. You miss competitions, but revel in high school competitions you grace with your presence. You are gods! Recognize.
789. You go back to be a "chaperone" on your high school's tour.
790. You go back to your high school's competitions and are surprised when your freshman have switched instruments.
791. You DESPISE astroturf; so many freshman have been lost that way.
792. You switch from flute to tuba because you were an alternate.
793. "Cal-Stanford" is the only football game that means anything to you, in that you were more concerned about the trombone player than whether or not that guy actually scored.
794. You sit in with the pep band of the local high school.
795. You are a marching instructor for the local high school, even though you didn't go there.
796. After hearing your stories of college marching band, your little brother begins trying to do the same things in high school.
797. You know all the reasons why Marching Band is better than sex. And you believe it.
798. Your band director tells you that you spend too much time in the band room.
799. (This one's for the Catholics) You've ever written/conceptualized Mass Settings for DCI and marching band...picture a priest entering to Cadence.
800. You start missing your band director the day after school is out, because you won't get to see him every day.
801. Your poor instrument has to go into the shop because you dropped it *GASP!* one too many times at practice whilst pretending it was a baton or a drum major mace.
802. You cry because it's taking forever for your instrument to get fixed and you can't practice.
803. You can convince someone to get in a tuba locker, then quickly lock them in and have the entire band make fun of them. And then do the same thing the next day. Your band is, uhm, clever.
804. You have made up a parody to every cheer the cheerleaders do (see number 198) and have even forgotten the original words.
805. You miss class to go to the chiropractor, but don't miss band practice. Instead, you learn how to pick up a sousaphone without bending over.
806. You belong to the band fraternity/sorority webring.
807. After hours of band practice, you have an uncontrollable urge to practice at home - even though your are in terrible pain because your mouth is on the verge of bleeding.
808. You know that you fit inside your music library's sliding shelves. What is it with people and seeing if they fit into things not made to fit people, yo?
809. You've climbed inside said drawers to retrieve your precious supply of valve oil, which was thrown behind the shelf.
810. You find it amusing to crab walk up and down stairs.
811. Your director had to kick you out of the band room after competitions because it was 1:00 in the morning and he wanted to sleep.
812. You hear a song and instantly picture what the drill would look like for it.
813. People have gotten into screaming, punching, weave-pulling fights about who should be head drum major. Weave-pulling! Classy.
814. Hits have been taken out on people who stole your chair placement.
815. The band gossip is better than all the soap operas put together.
816. Instead of going to a movie on the weekend like normal people do, you plan the drill for next year's show, even though you aren't the director.
817. When a tornado comes through during pit orchestra practice for the musical, you take your metronome and clarinet with you and laugh at the actors who have nothing.
818. Off the top of your head, you can think of at least 87 dirty jokes about saxophones.
819. You invited your only non-band friend to hang out and she left half way through because she was tired of being so lost and ignored. And you didn't notice she left.
820. You can perform a tracheotomy with your directors pocket knife and a brass mouth piece. Skillz, son.
821. Your director is commonly known as God.
822. You and your band buddies have IM conversations in song titles.
823. You think that, at the Senior Awards Ceremony, they should have an award for being in band all four years.
824. You have fantasies/nightmares about the gag gift your band director will give you when it's YOUR turn.
825. You embroider "bandgeek" on all of your clothes.
826. You've used your black marching pants and white undershirt to play "mime."
827. You got excited when a marching band was formed on Spongebob.
828. You were less than excited when the "flag twirlers" on Spongebob were way off count.
829. You develop a deep-rooted hatred for the new 'all-star' freshman, and make a deal with the rest of your section that if 'We go down, he's doing down with us'.
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And Now For An Actual Entry!
I just couldn't help posting that. My apologies for 829 reasons to tell when you're in marching band. What's REALLY sad is that alot of those are very, very true.
OK, so band last night was fun, anyways. I have to go to Grandin tonight as part of my *ahem* super-secret plan. NOBODY is to comment on this plan! This is a SURPRISE, let's keep it that way!
Hmmm....not sure what I'm going to do today. More work on my website, I suppose. I heart HTML. Or, I could get Pat's fucking comments working. I think I'm going to cheat and just give him Shout-Outs. He doesn't post anything controversial, anyways, so he should be ok.
This was my entry for the day, yo.
entry playlist
1. Something Corporate - Konstantine
2. Alkaline Trio - Another Innocent Girl
blog of the day: lisa's blog
days until Band Camp: 2
1. You hear music on the radio and you start marking time.
2. You're walking behind someone and you're in step with them.
3. You try to guess the tempo of your favorite song.
4. All your friends are in band.
5. You don't mind changing clothes on the bus (see below).
6. You know how to change on the bus without revealing anything.
7. People ask you about your social life and you say "Oh you mean my flute?"
8. You've had a "trombone-ectomy" (shudder).
9. You practice your instrument more than you talk to your dog.
10. Being mauled by a drum is a normal part of life.
11. "Armed guard" means a girl with a pole, not a guy with a gun.
12. You remember sharps and flats more easily than you remember the name of the president.
13. You've named your instrument.
14. You see your section more than you see your family.
15. Everyone wants to kill the other football team...and you want to kill the other band.
16. You have dreams about selling band candy.
17. You accidentally call your band director "Dad".
18. Reeds taste good.
19. You subconsciously start practicing with a pencil.
20. You roll step through the cafeteria so you don't spill your food.
21. You're alone and you suffocate because no one's telling you to breathe.
22. The band room is your second home. It is your home if you've got it bad.
23. You think a national monument should be built honoring John Philip Sousa. Hell, they should just chip off one of those president heads and put it there.
24. You've actually been to band camp and consider it the highlight of your summer.
25. You recite the alphabet A through G then start back at A again.
26. Someone could empty their spit valve on your shoe and you wouldn't care.
27. Spit rags/swabbers don't gross you out (see above).
28. You carry cork grease in your pocket.
29. You know what a shako is and insist on calling them that, threatening to kick anyone who dares to call them 'hats'.
30. 9/2 time scares the b'jeezus out of you, while dying a slow painful death in a pit of snakes doesn't.
31. Your philosophy is: "If you don't have your mouthpiece then what the heck is that noise coming out of your mouth?"
32. You and your pals have memorized the entire repertoire for the year and can play your respective parts together...on kazoos.
33. You hear a song on the radio and think: "Hey, this'd make a good pep band song."
34. You don't describe people by going "She's got brown hair, dark eyes, kind of tall..", but go "She's an alto sax."
35. Your conductor is your hero.
36. You have a designated section in your closet dubbed "for concert attire".
37. You have a harness/neck strap tan line.
38. Pep band is the highlight of your week.
39. You go around humming the last song you practiced, even if it's Bb major scale.
40. A random person could punch you in the face and you wouldn't respond, but you'll fight to the death over who in your section gets to play the solo.
41. Someone yells out "Hey Tuba boy!" and you respond.
42. Your biggest crush was/is your drum major.
43. You go to parades that you are not in and make sure lines are straight, horn angles are parallel, and everyone is in step.
44. You listen to the classical station and can name off songs that you remember playing in band.
45. You always start off on the left foot.
46. You find it complicated to get in step with your reflection.
47. You've seen "Mr.Holland's Opus" 26 times.
48. Everybody in band fights like they're family.
49. When walking down the hall you are in step with your friends. If someone is not, they fall behind or do a little foot shuffle to get in step.
50. You have dents in your furniture from hitting it with drumsticks or spit stains from emptying your valve.
51. You know how to play 10 popular-stand tunes, but know the words to none of them.
52. You point out key changes and dynamics when you listen to the radio.
53. You can strip out of your uniform in less than a minute WITHOUT getting it on the floor in order to use the bathroom.
54. You can carry four different food products at a time and eat them while standing with your instrument on moving bleachers in the rain and not drop any crumbs on your pep band jersey.
55. Having people help dress and undress you isn't even remotely sexually stimulating.
56. You know how to walk on mud without slipping.
57. You miss class to march in a parade.
58. You point out instruments from the music in cartoons.
59. You're still humming band music from three years ago.
60. You start screaming "LEFT! LEFT! LEFT!" to the people that walk in front of you on your way to class.
61. You've never had to pay to get into a football/basketball game.
62. Your feet are together, your stomach is in, your shoulders are back, your head is up, and your eyes are "with pride." 24/7.
63. You've been wittness to a fallen xylophone, bells, chimes, or marimba.
64. Your English teacher is discussing banned bookes and you think - "band books?"
65. You sit at what is known by all as the "Band Table" in the cafeteria.
66. You pile as many band people as you can in one car to go and see "Final Fantasy".
67. You tell people in the movie theater they're humming the "Final Fantasy" tune out of key.
68. You either hate orchestra or are incredibly envious of it.
69. You never go anywhere without a deck of cards (see below).
70. Your deck of cards have been used to such a degree that they've been ripped and taped, have dog eared corners, are an odd pinkish tinge, can no longer fit into their box, and people ask if they'll contract chlamidya from them. Amazingly though, you still have all 52.
71. Instead of doing the "L = left" thing with your hands, you take one step forward to figure out which is right and which is left.
72. You'll clean up the uniform room for a free soda.
73. You're feeling sick at school, but you don't go home until after band.
74. Your friends (uh... friend) who aren't in band hang out in the band room before class starts.
75. You've never ever sat in your class section at a pep rally because you're playing.
76. You still and always will find "Sax-a-ma-PHONE!" entertaining.
77. You find yourself drawing characters in uniforms with instruments.
78. You're in band, but you don 't play an instrument (see below).
79. You like band so much but you don't know how to play an instrument, so you join and become a runner for the band.
80. Normal people bet on horse racing, you bet on the DCI Championship.
81. People you haven't seen since elementary school go up to you and say "Hey, you're that one clarinet girl!"
82. In the hallway at school, someone drops a pencil and you holler "STICK!!!"
83. Someone starts clapping and you get nervous.
84. If your dog called you to attention you wouldn't faint out of surprise until the at-ease.
85. Friends tell you to "pee clear."
86. If you actually get to watch a parade in the off-season, you get the urge to say things like "Second rank, left file, watch the intervals!"
87. You name the city and the show, your friends know exactly when you're talking about.
88. Immediate respect for any drum major.
89. "Beef" has nothing to do with cows.
90. (If you tour) You have a refined ability to walk down an aisle on the edges of bus seats.
91. (See above) You fight over who gets to sleep on the floor.
92. You go into spasms if you aren't in the same room as your instrument for more than two hours.
93. Someone asks you who your favorite band is and you say"High school or college? 4A or 5A school? DCI or what?"
94. Wal-Mart is having a sale on lawn ornaments and you think "Wow, they're selling pit members now?"
95. You dent a tuba and blame it on flag line.
96. When you do squatt and go's to get to a class you are late for.
97. You go to other football games to watch the other band.
98. You play the fight songs for FUN!
99. You listen to band demo CDs in your car.
100. Your CDs consist of mainly orchestral/band music.
101. You can measure 5 yards without a ruler- all you need is to count your steps while you're walking.
102. You end everything with the word "hut".
103. You can stand absolutely still, staring at the wall, for 15 minutes straight.
104. Normal people argue about the Vikings vs. the Packers, you argue about brass vs. woodwinds.
105. Looking at pictures of new instruments turns you on.
106. You know the difference between a baritone and a euphonium.
107. Every research paper you've ever done has been on a composer or arts in the schools.
108. Your band director bans "Louie Louie" in order to play new music.
109. You're upset when you make a 99 in band.
110. You've broken into the band room at least once.
111. Your friends have kids and force them to be in music.
112. You're copying an assignment for another class and you write "Reed pgs150-267", and don't notice it's wrong.
113. You can tune a sax.
114. You don't take "double tounging" as a dirty joke.
115. You sit around in class and try to think of new band nerd jokes.
116. A piccolo doesn't hurt your ears.
117. You can play four different instruments, and your mood decides which one you play.
118. Your idea of a recliner is a music posture chiar.
119. You talk to your plume.
120. You've been in a room with over 300 people practicing breath accent cut offs... and there wasn't a director in sight.
121. People call you Flute Girl, but only because you look and sound like her - you really play the trumpet.
122. Your curfew is later if it's an away football game.
123. You've seen the entire band in their underwear.
124. You've stood at attention for half an hour.
125. Even when you're in concert season, you come too close to saying "drop"/"and down" at the end of every piece.
126. You can sit or hold hands with any band member of the opposite sex, but it doesn't mean anything - you're just cold.
127. You have an underground stash of hand warmers.
128. People call where the band room is "The Band Cave".
129. The band director makes you do push-ups for playing "Iron Man" too often.
130. You wish you were at school on the weekends because you forgot to bring your instrument home.
131. You compose music in all of your classes and during lunch.
132. You build a website just for your band. Hmm, should I take this as inspiration..?.
133. You start humming a show tune from three years ago and your friends join in with their respective parts.
134. On band trips (or anywhere), you and your friends play "Guess That Song" - one person hums a song the band has plays and the others guess what it is.
135. You've had band camp nightmares.
136. You sit with your band director during band trips. Or on the city bus.
137. The only reason you're looking forward to Spring Break is because that's when the band trip is.
138. Watching DCI turns you on.
139. You stay after school or during lunch to play around with songs with your other band friends.
140. You consider your band director one of your closest friends. Nathan.
141. You don't like people because they don't like band.
142. The ring tone on your phone is an excerpt from your show.
143. You enjoy going to early/late band. Who cares if it's at the crack of dawn, it's the highlight of your day.
144. You weep tears of joy when you get a Superior. It's kind of like Halle Berry at the Oscars. Only for a more legitamate reason.
145. You refer to other schools as "Oh yeah, that's the one with the band that played _____", or "We beat their band."
146. You e-mail random people you don't know with "You know you're a band dork" jokes. YEAH!
147. You go into a field and wonder why there are football players there.
148. You compare yourself to others based on chair placements in band/regionals/all-state.
149. You sometimes wonder why people don't also say "Sousa-ma-phone!" Psh, I don't know what's wrong with the people in THIS guy's band... It's complete with "Clar-a-ma-net!" and "Tuba-mab-aaa" in my neck of the woods.
150. You and your friends try to launch a full investigation to find out who put graffiti in the brathroom closest to the band room.
151. You wonder why band doesn't have their OWN bathroom.
152. Your director is throwing out old percussion uniforms, so you ask if you can have one, and then you and your friends wear them around school the rest of the day - frilly tassles not withstanding.
153. You read pages about band geeks. Is that so wrong?
154. If you're from a warmer state, you wonder why they're talking about hand warmers.
155. You hate American Pie because if you mention band camp to a non-band member (or, as you may call them, a blasphemer), they ask you if you've ever stuck a flute up your... yeah (even though you're a guy), and they still think they're really being original with that one.
156. When people make said joke, you threaten to stick them in the old tuba case.
157. You've tested to see if you can fit in a tuba case.
158. You can confidently tell your friends whether you can or cannot fit into a tuba case.
159. You do the same with a sousaphone case.
160. You know what a piccolo trumpet is.
161. You're talking about instruments with your friends, and you all know what every letter before or after a standard model number stands for.
162. Your "You Know You're a Band Geek when..." page is so successful that people plagarize it. Exhibit A: This site. Hmm, it's magically disappeared...
163. You dress the lunch line.
164. You've memorized the bumps on the road from the school to the football field.
165. Instead of doing physics homework, you figure out the frequencies (in Hz) of every not in band. (See below)
166. You notice the tuba they refer to on the final is almost exactly a quarter step out of tune. Jesus Christ. An entire quarter step?!
167. You figure out the exact hearing range of a newborn child... in concert pitches (almost 11 octaves: low Eb to high D). I am entirely amazed.
168. You actually practice.
169. Every person you're currently interested in dating is a band member.
170. You refer to people by their instrument, as in Tuba Mike. Geez, does EVERY band have a "Tuba Mike?"
171. You force the entire AP US History bus to watch BOA finals (rewinding back to when the guys fall down... repeatedly).
172. You plan a military coup of the band when your candidate doesn't win Band President. I feel you, man.
173. Your trademark is your instrument's name and then the band that you play in (eg: Bob-Asj).
174. You can't see the material on your letterman jacket because it's so crammed with patches from honor bands.
175. You've tried out every instrument in the band room, regardless of who played it last.
176. The word "fluglehorn" doesn't send you into a fit of giggles.
177. You've spent more money on reeds than on food.
178. Your most used turn-down line is "Sorry, I've got band that night."
179. Telling someone they blow is a compliment.
180. You subdivide while talking.
181. You can quote current prices for mouthpieces.
182. You can identify any instrument and who it belongs to by it's case.
183. You know where every single dent in your instrement came from, or:
184. There isn't a single dent in your instrument because you flip out any time it gets one, so you sprint to the repair shop right away to get it fixed. Bill the repair man won't care if it's 11:30 at night, right?
185. "Rushing" and "dragging" are technical terms to you.
186. You tell time in measures.
187. Having a metronome has gotten you into trouble. Bomb scare my butt.
188. At church you march up to communion in the attention position instead of a praying position.
189. You don't care if you reveal anything on the bus - all the band guys have seen it before anyway.
190. You've marched in your room, back yard, and/or driveway.
191. You've ever marched in front of a mirror to see what you look like and see if you can do certain moves correctly.
192. You tell the incoming freshmen "This one time, at band camp" stories... like the time that one guy caught his car on fire Was he a percussionist? I bet he was a percussionist. and act it out in detail like it happened an hour ago, and your best buds laugh so hard they cry. Good times, man. Good times.
193. After the uniform, you'll never be threatened by any outfit that has more than 20 steps to get in and out of it for as long as you live.
194. You and your friends eat lunch in the band room.
195. You and your friends march your show from 2 years ago in gym while humming your parts as you go.
196. The word "fingering" doesn't make you think gross thoughts.
197. You can scale the stadium seats with ease, but you trip on the stairs in your house.
198. You know all the cheers that the cheerleaders yell at all the football games.
199. You hum pep band tunes in the shower.
200. Out of boredom, you learn how to play your show on harmonica.
201. You've been in Band so long that your uniform acutally fits now.
202. You think of halloween costumes that involve pieces of your uniform. I don't even WANT to know. (See 227.)
203. Your band is doing a Christmas parade and the parade people made the band get there 2 hours early; it's freezing cold so various band members begin to drift into a gas station to get warm and eventually, the whole band is in there and ends up playing through the field show for the gas station people.
204. (For drum majors) During practice, the podium doubles as a shelf for your personal stuff, such as water bottles, jackets, drill, etc.
205. You've seen a trumpet player's lips get stuck to his mouthpiece because it was so cold outside. Moral of story: don't play the trumpet.
206. You've become able to fall asleep any time and any place because the opportunities are so few and far between that you have to take advantage of them when they're there.
207. When a teacher yells at you for talking in class, it's usually because you were talking about band.
208. You have certain songs that your bus sings on every bus ride, and you have to supress the urge to belt them out on non-band bus rides.
209. You can cuddle up to and/or share a blanket with anyone in band, and nobody will assume anything about the status of your relationship.
210. You can change into your uniform outside in the rain in 2 minutes without getting anything wet other than directly from the sky.
211. You can walk up to anyone in band and fix any part of their uniform without saying anything other than giving them your instrument and saying, "Hold this."
212. You see your fellow band members more than your siblings, and your director and instructors more than your parents.
213. You and your friends gossip about the instructors' personal lives, and somehow find it more entertaining than gossip about people your own age.
214. Yet, you do still enjoy gossiping about people in band, and you know that if you're in band, your personal life is no longer personal, and there's no point in trying to keep it that way.
215. You go up to the band room to practice during all of your study halls, not just because you need to practice, but because you want to be in the band room.
216. After crying tears of joy Hally Berry style, right? PLEASE tell me it was Halle Berry style. for your great score at finals, you cry tears of sadness because marching band is over.
217. As a junior who has never done color guard, you decide to join winter guard because you just can't stand the thought of not having "that feeling" for the rest of the year. "That feeling" could also just mean you're wearing your uniform pants on backwards; you'd better check and confirm.
218. You never question the unwritten rule that nobody other than percussionists can go inside the drum closet. God only knows what happens in there anyway.
218. You cried when you found out that you made drum major.
219. You get bored in class so you pick random people who aren't in band and decide what they would play if they were based on their personalities.
220. Your idea of a fun Saturday night is spending it at a band competition and the bus ride home.
221. It does not bother you at all that every Saturday, you spend over 12 hours doing something band-related.
222. You can tune a piccolo.
223. Tuning out the trumpets is second nature to you. Oooh, burn.
224. It's 2:00 in the morning and you think: "Hey great, I still have time to practice my trombone before school starts!"
225. You actually DO practice your trombone at 2:00 in the morning because "no one will care if I use a mute, right?"
226. When you're in concert band and you're watching the halftime show and hear 4 guys blow their airhorns in the stands and then you don't talk to anyone for the whole 2nd half of the football game because you are so mad.
227. You use your white marching band overalls to be an Oompa Loompa for Halloween, (complete with green hair, mind you) and your friends refer to you as "the devil in a band uniform."
228. You go to the band room at lunch and watch the Cadets' field show, even though you have already seen it every day for the past month.
229. (See above) You still ooh and aah at everything.
230. You don't have to wonder what a guy in band looks like in his boxers, because you've probably already seen him change.
231. You get to brag to your non-band friend(s) that you saw ____ in his boxers.
232. If someone tries to walk through the band, you yell offensive expletives and kick them out with the help of everyone else in your rank.
233. Holding your section leader's instrument is considered an honor.
234. When introducing yourself to a fellow band geek online you say "I''m the clarinet/flute girl" and they still don't know who you are.
235. You say "I have a crush on the drum major" and you are automatically friends with the whole flute section.
236. Thinking the drum major is hot is normal.
237. Stalking the drum major is normal (and easy... I mean, you see him 24/7).
238. If you're in the clarinet or flute section, you meet a new person every day that you didn't know was in your section. What's really great is when you don't have to match names to faces, because every one of them is named Sarah.
239. You stick your tongue to a frozen pole because your drum major told you to.
240. You know your band director, drum major, and section leader's home phone, cell phone, and e-mail by heart.
241. You go to the band room at lunch and watch the Cadets' field show, even though you have already seen it every day for the past month.
242. ...and you still ooh and aah at everything.
243. You don't have to wonder what a guy in band looks like in his boxers, because you've probably already seen him change.
244. You get to brag to your non-band friend(s) that you saw *blank* in his boxers.
245. If someone tries to walk through the band, you yell offensive expletives and kick them out with the help of everyone else in your rank.
246. Holding your section leader's instrument is considered an honor.
247. When introducing yourself to a fellow band geek online you say "I''m the clarinet/flute girl" and they still don't know who you are.
248. You say "I have a crush on the drum major" and you are automatically friends with the whole flute section.
249. Thinking the drum major is hot is normal.
250. Stalking the drum major is normal (and easy..I mean, you see him 24/7)
251. If you're in the clarinet or flute section, you meet a new person every day that you didn't know was in your section.
252. On your bye-week you go to other people's football games.
253. You and your boyfriend go to a Marching Competition insted of Homecoming.
254. You spend hours a day trying to think up something good to put on the 'You know you're a band geek when...' list.RAWK!
255. You know your a band geek when you have dated someone from each section of the band... including the drummers.
256. You're so used to having things thrown at you at short notice that you assume there will be a pep rally or parade every Friday afternoon (and on all holidays) and are shocked when there's not.
257. You have competions with who can hum their parts the best and loudest with the bus parked next to you at Festival.
258. You've spent a good hour reading 257 signs of being a band geek when you were convinced by about number 10. Hoo-hah!
259. You've been to your directors' house almost as much as you've been to your own.
260. You've been away from home so many times in the past month that your parents forget you live there. Parents? You mean your band director?
261. You hear a story of some random band idiot and automatically assume it was a drummer (or in extreme cases, a trumpet).
262. You've been in band so long that you've had almost every locker and still remember the combination.
263. You have more music than notes and textbooks combined.
264. You can recall at least 50 other band web sites off the top of your head.
265. More than half of your shirts are band related.
266. ...and you actually wear them...
267. ...on the same days as your section.
268. You know everything about everyone in band such as phone numbers, favorites and siblings names.
269. You find that most of your closest friends belong to band. Other people just can't relate.
270. Icy winds and sub-freezing temperatures at football games don't bother you. Who needs feeling in their toes? Marching band is worth it!
271. You are truly outraged when "opposing bands" presume that they can play "Louie, Louie" (or any other song, for that matter) better than your marching band can.
272. You spend as much time practicing your instrument(s) as you spend doing homework. Wrong notes are something that happens to other people.
273. You download songs that you play in band because they're so much better than the songs playing on the radio.
274. You want to be a band director when you grow up.
275. You rank your fellow band members in order of their nerdiness.
276. You become psychotic with rage upon finding out that you are only second on said nerdiness list.
277. When "Greensleeves" is in your repetoire, you start wearing green shirts to band in order to subconsciously convince your director to let you play it.
278. You feel slighted because a list such as this so inadequately expresses your love for band. What, so you want me to do an interperative dance? 'Cause I will, you know.
279. After school every day you go directly to the band room and talk to your band director and band friends and order pizza with him.
280. You are angry that your band director doesnt have the same lunch as you.
281. You have whole cds of drum cadances that you listen to over and over.
282. You aren't a drummer but you can play every cadance as if you were one.
283. The drummer in your class gives you a funny look after you play all the cadances on your desk (see above).
284. Your favorite memories and stories are from band trips.
285. You've developed an infatuation for your director.
286. You get mad if the desks in your row aren't straight.
287. Your favorite mode of transportation is yellow and seats 45.
288. You have no life and LOVE IT!
289. You have a farmer's tan from the last band camp.
290. (For trombones) You know what it feels like to have your slide frozen in place (see below). Reason #12 to play woodwind.
291. When your slide is frozen, you start thinking of alternate postitons so you can still play most of your show.
292. You have nightmares about dropping your slide on the field.
293. You drive by your director's house over Christmas break, even though you know he's out of town getting married.
294. When considering the weight of any object, you measure it multiples of the weight of your sousaphone or tuba. For example, your little brother weighs about two sousaphones.
295. You switch instruments so often you don't know which section you belong to and develop multiple personalities.
296. When you're kicked out of the band room for lunch you have absolutely no idea where you're going to go. It's kind of like you're a sad, lost puppy - where some people feel really sorry for you, and other people just want to kick you. Yeah.
297. You can't picture yourself dating/marrying a non-band person.
298. All you have to do to con a new freshman/sophmore into doing something is say "Come on, its trumpet tradition."
299. People don't believe you when you say band chicks/guys are hot.
300. You skip prom because you have all-state/drum corps practice.
301. You don't even notice that you're pecking anymore.
302. You speak more than 25 words in Latin, French, and Italian (poco meno moso, anyone?)
303. Your instrument cost you more than your car.
304. Your ceiling has holes, and you can remember the specific toss that caused them.
305. You've carried a sabre or rifle to class and no one noticed.
306. The term "6-mallet technique" frightens you.
307. You've ever been run down by a tuba (or quads). A GUY CARRYING A TUBA AND QUADS!
309. You know how to tune a drum... and you aren't a percussionist.
310. You've ever performed emergency surgery on an instrument (with or without duct tape).
311. You've invented a new acronym for the order of sharps.
312. You know the pitches of all the sounds your bus makes.
313. Forget fingernails on a chalkboard: out-of-tune flutes make you cringe.
314. You would take physics just to learn about sound waves.
315. You've ever turned a metronome on and it brought back memories.
316. You saw Drumline more than once, even though it was that bad.
317. You've skipped a class to go watch one of your school's other bands practice.
318. You've ever tried to play two instruments at once.
319. ... and you succeeded.
320. You've played an instrument that's older than you are.
321. You know the acoustics of every room in your house.
322. You have ever used cork grease for chapstick. That's just called being resourceful.
323. When you do finally date a non-band member, it doesn't matter, because the director lets him ride on the bus to all the away games as long as he wears a band t-shirt too.
324. You regularly order pizza to the band room for lunch because it has its own outside door.
325. If you're late to school, you know you can just go in the band room door and be fine.
326. You've discovered the beauty of privacy in practice rooms after school. Nudge nudge wink wink.
327. When you *gasp* don't have band practice, all of your band friends come over to hang out and you spend a lot of time discussing the proper succession of drum majors for the next four years.
328. As a senior, you have your freshman, and are proud of how well you've taught them tradition.
329-338 are for us university band geeks:
329. You still cry when you hear the band-bus theme song from your senior year.
330. You actually go to college intending to major in music education.
331. All your friends are music ed majors or in the marching band.
332. Your first criteria for college is that it have a marching band, even though you intend to major in something else. (Like history, or science...)
333. Your college essay is all about how marching band was the best thing that ever happened to you.
334. You have vehement arguments with your college marching band friends about whether they're "chickens", "plumes", or "fuzzy bunny dicks."
335. You decide to drop concert band for more time to practice, but would never think of dropping marching band.
336. You go to your old high school's homecoming and follow the band for the whole parade, playing along on the kazoo.
337. You inform your former band director that if he doesn't pick your choice as drum major he will die.
338. The band director listens.
339. You're a Goth girl who plays first chair flute/picc, and everyone hates you for not being popular and STILL getting first chair.
340. Locking a freshman in a cubby is the highlight of your morning.
341. You march in red Converse sneakers and actually think that you're cool
342. You get excited about hearing the next field show ideas.
343. You lose your voice from screaming at competitions
344. You make freshman/1st years wear signs that state that they are the band bitch. How prestigious!
345. You director (who is bald) allows you to call him Grandpa and Chrome Dome.
346. You know how to make your own slide/valve oil.
347. You know where every piece of equipment belongs in your band truck.
348. You've ever been sent to find a gock and actually know what your looking for.
349. Most of the people your little brother knows are your friends from band.
350. People stop calling you a band nerd because you take it as a compliment.
351. You get excited when the staff finally gets a new tuner.
352. You encourage your director to set out said tuner so you can try it out.
354. When introducing yourself, you say your instrument, row, and file whether or not it's marching season.
355. You make fun of people because they play on Ricos during concert season.
356. You make fun of people because they play on VanDorens during marching season.
357. You judge another player by the hardness of their reeds/size of their mouthpiece.
358. The song "Seventy-Six Trombones" bothers you, because everyone knows you can't just have ONE tuba in a band.
359. When non-band people have band questions, they come to you first.
360. You arrange for the entire band to sing "Happy Birthday" to your director. On the field. At the beginning of practice. ("Band, atten-hut!" "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUUU...") *Sniffle* Aww. How touching.
361. If you must go into the drum room (Cause your clarinet/flute has to be kept in there) you've learned to ignore the drummers as you run in, grab your intrument and leave.
362. You know the feeling of marching with one shoe in the mud because you lost it on the first backwards slide.
363. After getting your wisdom teeth out, all you can think about is not being able to play your trumpet for a week.
364. You write a three page newspaper article for the school paper.
365. Your director threatens to punch you in the face becuase you turned your head at a competition.
366. You volunteer to erase marching music.
367. You buy a $3000 Bach-Stadivarrius trumpet, and have to work off the $700 you owe to your parents .
368. You start working on your All-County solo peice a year ahead of time to you make sure you have it absolutely perfect before try-outs.
369. You have a broken knee cap and can barley move, but still come to school just in time for band class (last period of the day).
370. You actually know what "L'istesso Tempo" [same tempo] means, because you just frantically studied for the terminology quiz in band that day.
371. You go through you scales on you imaginary instrument during U.S. History class.
372. You form "The Trombone Club"/have friends that are in the club.
373. You join flag corps.
374. (see above) You endure running the 70-yard dash in 20 seconds back and forth many times in a row because the band can't get the drill right.
375. You wait outside the band room every morning for the band director to arrive.
376. All your white shirts and your white carpet have valve oil stains on them.
377. You know you're a band geek when you take the time to think of all of these "You know you're a band geek when..." scenarios.
378. You believe football is just the warm up for the band.
379. You have smacked a football player with a flag pole marching around the track.
380. You have ever pulled scarfs out of your pants or briefs for a drum break feature.
381. If an adminstator wants to find you, all they have to do is walk down to the band room.
390. You get upset because you have to miss the band car wash.
391. You fall asleep in the band room after getting home from a competition and you wake up the next morning in a tuba slot. ...With a tuba and the kid who screwed up the triangle solo.
392. You wear your drill masters like slippers
393. You start singing songs such as "Hannuka in Jewish" (deck the halls with big menorahs, falala..) in 7/8 for fun.
394. Someone will start singing a section of a piece in the halls and everyone will jump in with their parts in perfect harmony.
395. You can have a whole conversation with each other by just singing lyrics from various broadway musicals such as RENT and Chicago.
396. Your band directors automatically expect you to pick them up food everytime you go to Subway, even if you hadn't talked to them before.
397. You go down to Subway in a jeep with 11 bandies in it...including 4 people in the trunk.
398. After school, you try and race your friends to see who can get to the band room first.
399. Your younger siblings can sing your show music forwards and backwards from all of the times you've practiced it at home.
400. You're reading this now instead of doing a midterm paper due tomorrow.
401. For those of you who do not have a marching band at your school, you desperately want a marching band and you have suggested it many times to your band conductor.
402. Because you don't have a marching band, you join a fife-and-drum corp so you can learn something new and get to march in parades and see how much fun it is.
403. You know what key every instrument in the band is in and can transpose between them.
404. You can't figure out how you ever lived without band before you started playing your instrument.
405. Your "locker" is your slot. Tell me, what do YOU do when you find said kid who messed up the triangle solo at competition in your slot?
406. People wonder why you and your friends ALWAYS walk in step together.
407. You don't feel comfortable until you're in step.
408. You have dated someone from every section, and you're wishing that the seniors wouldn't have to go, that way you could successfully make round 2 on dating all the saxaphones.
409. You take it personally when your band director remarks that your note is flat.
410. You actually MISS the 4 hours of practice in concert season, and you hate that your metabolism has returned back to its normal state.
411. You don't get aroused when your director wants you to "F Around the Room"
412. When someone says "Justin" it's not for a person, it's for a cadence.
413. You wore out your Dinkles before you wore out your Nikes during football season.
414. Finger your parts. Come on, you know you want to.
415. Valve oil is practically a bodily fluid.
416. You hear the rumors before the actual events occur.
417. The underclassmen get the ugly plumes. That's just how it goes. You best believe it, foo.
418. You want to be section leader so you can get out of formation to talk to your friends... er... check the horn angles.
419. You want to be section leader so you can sit on the end of the bleachers. Leg room is a signal of your power.
420. There are specific dances needed for certain cadences, chasers, and fight songs. Participation is NOT optional. Do not indict yourself! Yes sir!
421. Oh, you did DCI in high school? That's cool. It doesn't mean squat.
422. All you need to fix a woodwind is a lighter, a tissue, a piece of paper, and a pair of tweezers.
423. All the parties you have outside of band end up being band parties anyway. Who else would you invite? Your director's... mom?
424. When "Anyway You Want It" comes on in the car, you each sing your parts.
425-440: More from the university crowd. Rock on!
425. You hate Ohio State's marching band for one reason only: You are a woodwind.
426. You cried when you saw Morgan State's marching band. Nuff said.
427. You practiced your Harlem Shake so you could audition for Morgan State's marching band.
428. More than half the songs on your MP3 playlist are band songs.
429. You hear your insturment in all symphonic songs. "Ooh! I hear a french horn! That's me!" or "Did you hear that bass clarinet stinger?"
430. You put the release date of Drumline on your calendar a month before the previews were on TV.
431. "Push it in" and "Pull out" are perfectly acceptable terms for tuning.
432. "Push it in" and "Pull out" are not pornographic terms.
433. You make friends with the T.A.
434. "8 to 5" is not a work day.
435. You can tell people didn't do band if they a) have bad posture b) walk with their feet out c) are not in step with the people in front or beside them.
436. You can clap, sing, and sizzle almost any rythm put in front of you.
437. You have a specific diet for marching season.
438. You can remember your uniform number from high school.
439. You know who has that one now just by a glance.
440. You ask to be the chaperone on your high school band's trips the year after you graduate.
441. At least one of the pictures in your room is of you in a band uniform.
442. You don't have to ask why the drummers have rubber bands on their wrists.
443. You don't question when someone says they're a Boner.
444. The stands next to the band are reserved, too. For the band parents.
445. On long band trips, you know what's going on in the seat ahead of you, because you did it on the last band trip...
446. You pretend to be disgusted when someone brings it up (see above).
447. You already know what insturment you want your kids to play. Yours of course!
448. If I say "One-ee and-a two-ee and-a" you can draw a picture of it.
449. You know the security guard in the music school by name.
450. You remember drill from freshman year of high school.
451. You hear the rival band playing a version of your band's pep tune and you say "that is such a bad arrangement."
452. There is at least one person in the band you refer to with a shudder.
453. The football and basketball teams call you the twelfth and sixth man, respectively.
454. When Tampa Bay won the Superbowl, you freaked when the head coach gave credit to the band first.
455. You stay up to 2 o' clock after the game talking about all though wrong notes you played.
456. You Take your instrument for a monthy check up at the local music service store; you can never be too careful.
457. Conversations don't get interesting until the topic of "band" comes in.
458. Your ego inflates everytime you go on a band trip (ie Rose Bowl, Macy's).
459. You can walk into your junior high school when you'er a senior and you band teacher still knows you by sight, name, and what instrument(s) you played.
460. (Woodwinds) You freak out every time someone calls you a "field ornament", and still hold strong to the fact that brass sucks.
461. You know how it feels to have to run off the field pushing a marimba with a faulty wheel *AND you know the exact angle to push so that wheel works* This band geek's gots skillz, yo.
462. (Flutes) You felt a lot better after seeing American Pie 2 just so that you could get even with the trumpets for saying "And this one time, at band camp..." one too many times.
463. When you sign up for instrumental class in school, you are absent 3/4 of the time because of band, of course and still end up with an 85% average.
464. You face daily death threats for getting first chair saxophone when you are a) the youngest member of the band and b) there are seniors that should have taken the position. WHAT THE MOFO ARE YOU DOING AT FIRST CHAIR?! This is blasphemy, I tell you.
464. You have perfected the art of playing with a broken, torn or rippled reed.
465. You can mentally replay every song in your bands repertoire from memory, down to the trumpet solo.
466. You bow before entering the instrument room.
467. The inside of your mouth is lacerated from all the biting down for the high notes.
468. Your lips are absolutely ripped.
469. You hear a piece of music called "Dusty Trombone" and think: "Blasphemy!"
470. You have to get braces from your mouthpiece being stuck in your mouth all the time
471. You swear and attest every single day that the tenor sax can beat the crap out of alto any day of the week.
472. You feel as though it is your duty as a citizen to play the "Hockey Night in Canada Theme" every Saturday night, to the annoyance of your family members.
473. You're in Jazz band and become bitter enemies with your best friends from the Concert bands.
474. You are able to play your solo from any song using your mouthpiece alone.
475. Your reed is so well used that your band director begs you to throw it out.
476. After said throwing out, you hold a funeral, and build a coffin for your reed.
477. You weep for weeks after this funeral.
478. You take Italian just so you can show off your smarts on your next music theory exam.
479. You offer to carpet the ceiling of the band room so your solos will echo less
480. You offer to vacuum the carpeted ceiling of the band room, so your solos won't echo
481. When your friend writes out a song in "da da daaa" you know exactly which song they are talking about.
482. When you saw the movie "Drumline" and felt some sort of joy that a movie intereprets band as a sport.
483. Not only do you remember marching music from last year, but also the parts for at least three different insturments.
484. You go home after a football/basketball game and practice your pep band tunes.
489. Polychords don't scare you.
490. You got bored, so you composed a song then had your band sight read it the next day.
491. Your band hates you because your song has 5 flats. (see above)
492. You can march to 9/8.
493. You are good at marching to 9/8.
494. You can conduct in 1/1, 2/2 (or 2/4), 3/4, 4/4, and 5/4 with little effort.
495. ...and you're a sophmore.
496. You constantly pester you band director with new marching show ideas.
497. When you get a song by Bach, the first thing you look for is a tritone.
498. To your dismay, you don't find one. (see above)
499. You know what a tritone is.
500. You love tritones (especially if you're in jazz band).
501. You can read a twelve bar blues.
502. And solo to it. (see above)
503. And make it sound decent. (see above)
504. And you're not in jazz band. (see above)
505. You have all 84 major, minor and natural modal scales memorized and can play them on cue (Ionian, Dorian, etc...).
506. You computer desktop picture is a picture of your marching band, and you can find yourself in the picture with little effort. Second rank, third file, beeyotch.
507. You stay after school, solely for the purpose of playing the drum set without having the drum captain yell at you.
508. You get "SAX ARMY" printed on your letterman jacket.
509. Despite the fact your school doesn't have an orchestra anymore, you learn how to play cello. Nathan.
510. You have a Percy Grainger t-shirt.
511. You spend four out of six periods in the band room during school.
512. The whole band is on your buddy list.
513. All-State auditions are a major social event.
514. You count jazz eighth notes in math class with the other jazz band kids... just for the fun of it.
515. You play air French Horn.
516. People get your attention by calling out your uniform number.
517. You tell your other teachers to call you by said number.
518. You memorize all the trombone chants. What? You have trombones that aren't stoned long enough to make up chants?
519. You memorize them in hopes of using them as your section cheer next year (see
above), and you secretly wish you were a trombone.
520. You yell out your section's chant even if no-one's backing you, and you don't feel embarrassed.
521. You only visit FanFiction.net to read the Marching Band section (in Misc).
522. You're still kicking yourself for missing that one practice where all the flutes played in tune with each other.
523. You are able to pick out and name all the different chords in your favorite songs (which are band songs anyway).
524. During silent reading time, you try to pursuade your teacher to let you read your music.
525. You use your band teacher as your councelor, advisor, and shoulder to lean on. Word to the third.
526. Your pet(s) run away when you open your horn case.
527. You know the difference between a french horn and a melliphone.
528. You start looking in the other sections' boxes to see the quotes or interesting phrases in them.
529. You remember all of your director's strange anecdotes.
530. You trace back your family history with what instrument they played.
531. You don't need pain medication: just the memory of running drills numbs the pain.
532. You have stopped envying the pit for not having to march: their parts are much harder than yours.
533. It means something to have marched 180+ tempo. FLAMING LEGS.
534. You spend Friday night watching band videos.
536. You drive 550 miles to go to Scouts practice every weekend.
537-542: You know you're a band geek's kid when...
537. Your dad's best friend is your band director.
538. You've gone to so many concerts that by the time you're 3, you can direct in six-eight time.
539. Your dad organizes band competitions.
540. Your parents go to band competitions an hour early to save seats for everybody else's parent.
541. When you were four,you dancd with the flag girls while
wearing a bikini for your dad's marching band when they played "Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka-Dot Bikini".
542. You could carry 4 music stands at once by the time you were six. Training 'em while they're young. That's the way to go, I say.
543. You start relating your horoscope to upcoming band competitions and events.
544. You don't look in the classifieds for cars. You're looking for a new private instructor.
545. You know how to insert the bocal of a bassoon into a trombone lead pipe to produce a "tromboon" (an instrument made infamous by PDQ Bach, sounding something like a badly pitched lawn mower).
546. A friend of yours, who is learning the bassoon, learns that if you finger the lowest note, and someone else sucks on the bell (like a bong), it produces the overtone series of unpleasant squawks, and subsequently runs around the music building/complex/suite yelling, "SUCK IT!" and shoving his bassoon in anyone's face.
547. You have been removed from a "claimed" practice room by being lifted and thrown into the hallway.
548. You have your own practice room.
550. You enjoy scaring your dachshund by playing multiphonics on the saxophone.
551. COLLEGE STUDENTS ONLY: you know exactly how much beer to drink out of your bottle to produce the tones of a dominant seventh chord.
552. Worse off, you actually sit with 3 other people for an hour tuning said beer bottle dominant seventh chord. Rawk.
553. You mistakenly spell it "spinal CHORD" on your biology exam (not spinal cord, as you should have spelled it).
554. You know the differences between German, French, Italian, and Neopolitan sixths. None of which are pizza.
555. You will travel up to 3 hours to go to a decent music store.
556. You own Eastman Wind Ensemble CD's. Juilliard's are better.
557. Your flute has its own insurance policy.
558. The idea of getting a car your junior year is wonderful because it means you can hang out in the band room longer because you don't have to catch the bus
559. You hardly ever refer to people by their real names; you call them whatever nick name they were given freshman year.
560. All your non band friends hate you because the conversation always turns to band stuff.
561. No one calls your mom Mrs. Smith - they call her Mommy Smith.
562. You know the gross joke behind each sections band t-shirts. (Woodwinds Finger Fast, Trombone Kama-Sutra: we do it in 7 positions, Kicking brass, Rule one for safe sax: always use protection).
563. You have no idea where anything is in your room except for all your band music, drill books from all years you were in band, your concert clothes, band shoes, and both of your instruments.
564. Your sole basis for dating a guy is what instrument he plays.
565. Your band-mates all have band-related screen names
566. You can tune almost any instrument, and play exerpts from a solo of such, but you can't figure out how to type.
567. Your friends call you a faggot and you don't mind (actually, it's a compliment... and for non-bandies, faggot is German for bassoon).
568. People can ask you if you fingered your faggot today, and you won't clock them.
569. If you call the pit guys faires they will hit you with mallets until you ring Bb.
570. You have attempted to ride the marimba to the football field, and it resulted in what you'd like to call "sport-related injuries."
571. No, the vibes won't go faster if it's icy. You're supposed to attach ice skates when it's icy, dumb-butt.
572. Bass clarinet players are notoriously short; about half the size of a sousaphone. Bahaha.
573. After marching band season, you never have to buy shoes again... until next year.
574. Even scarrier than 9/2 time: a flag girl with an attitude and a rifle.
575. You have a year-long argument over which is a subdivision of which: emo, or punk, andthen you compromise by saying that marching music beats all.
576. Low brass gets pissy because a bassoon, bass clarinet, and baritone sax are included in this unfair generalization.
577. You know that the alto sax is stalking the bassoon player, who thinks the quad player is hot, who consults the stationary keyboard player on Final Fantasy stuff, who is best friends with the bassoon player.
578. This is your version of the "Kevin Bacon game"
579. With the uniforms scattered haph-hazardly on a crowded bus, you can still find yours in the dark silence that follows a competition. Or party, either one.
580. You get bored in class, you compose music that is a variation on a variation of a re-arranged exerpt from a previously played band song.
581. You tell your friends that the guy you're dating isn't in band, you rationalize by saying: "Well, he plays a drumset..." but it doesn't help.
582. You have real debates about what drum major is hotter, and all of a sudden, you have to choose who your real friends are.
583. You seriously think of putting a sign at the middle of the bus, proudly stating, "COLORED SECTION" (of course, to indication that section is colorguard only).
584. You proudly display that you're a band geek on every article of clothing, including underwear. Do they make day-a-week underwear with a new note for each day? If not, they should. That's gotta be some mad money.
585. That dweeby bass clarinet player is actually allowed to zip you out of your pants.
586. Being in extreme heat (or cold) for long periods of time is normal to you.
587. You notice the school bell is out of tune.
588. Your parents were so sick of you playing your instrument in the middle of everything, they gave you your own practice room.
589. You get enraged whenever anyone gives you the American Pie joke, even if you've never seen American Pie.
590. You and your band friends all get together at slumber parties to watch band videos from the years before you joined band.
591. You are ecstatic when you find out you are getting new uniforms next year, but you feel a little sad and nostalgic, too.
592. You want to punch someone when you learn that you're getting new uniforms not next year, but the year AFTER next, when you'll have already graduated. !@#$
593. Your suspenders have so little elastic left in them, you have to double them over and safety-pin them to keep your pants up.
594. You have shoe-polishing parties.
595. You know that the cigarette paper and dollar bills that woodwinds keep in their instrument cases has nothing to do with illegal activities.
596. You go to band competitions you're not in to check out the hot guys in band uniforms. Rawr, or something.
597. You make jokes about shanks, bores, and lead pipes.
598. You refer to pieces you play by the conductor/arranger and not the title.
599. Singing on the bus after away games is called "Bus Choir".
600. Bus Choir kicks the actual choir's ass.
601. You get walkie talkies so you can overhear the staff's walkie talkie conversations.
602. You have lengthy online conversations about this list with your friends. Woot.
603. You write a TON of stories that in some way relate to band and/or are based on people/events in your band program.
604. You complain about people who can't sing/dance to a beat.
605. Your mom comments on how similar your band director looks to your dad and you almost quit band because of it. What? This is grounds for feeling ULTIMATE BAND PRIDE.
606. Your license plate says "BNDGK"
607. You know your band directors license plate, phone #, address, and schedule.
608. While reading some of these things you say "wow that sounds like a great idea!" and then you go and do it.
609. You're surprised when a non-band person doesn't know what a ligature is.
610. You know the band directors from other schools.
611. You've had to buy extra memory space for you computer because of all the classical midi files and downloadable sheet music you've saved.
612. You actually paid for some of that downloadable sheet music, and it was probably most of "The Lincolnshire Posy."
613. You can spell "Lincolnshire"
614. You skip family vacations to march in Memorial Day parades.
615. (Horn players) You have threatened to move out if your little brother took up the alto sax.
616. (Alto sax players) You have threatened to move out if your little brother took up the French horn.
617. You've been kicked out of the practice rooms to give other kids a chance, so you went and practiced in the bathrooms instead.
618. Your parents were forced to buy a bigger car just to fit the people from your section in it.
Woot, it's more for the band geeks of higher education. Repreizzent. (619-630)
619. You join the band fraternity or sorority.
620. You have marching band comic strips taped to your dorm room wall.
621. You eagerly follow Bowl Game schedules to see if maybe you'll go somewhere warm and sunny in December.
622. You know what Aural Skills is... and you're not a music major.
623. Grad assistants on wiggly ladders are very funny to you.
624. You've written a constitution for your section.
625. You come back to visit your high school band, and you stand at attention when it's called.
626. You have called the university directory service to get the phone number for "a blonde alto, she's a girl, I think she's from Ottumwa (Iowa), goes by the name Kegstand" and are surprised when you are told they can't help you.
627. (Saxes) You have ever used your upturned neck and mouthpiece to simulate a bong/crack pipe.
628. You have ever mocked the ROTC guys for being out of step during pre-game. Bahaha.
629. Even though you are falling down drunk, you are still able to march perfectly and not miss a note.
630. You have deep, meaningful relationships with people and yet know them only by their nicknames and instrument.
631. Your drum line smokes weed, gets caught, and your season ends two weeks early - resulting in your missing Chapters and ACC's. You're so upset that you miss them, that you still go to the competitions just to watch even though you have to cry through the entire thing. I bet your lesson was learned. Hmph.
632. You can direct all the past shows before you were drum major, and challenge the old drum major that you can direct it better.
633. You refuse to participate in a joint sectional with trumpets.
634. You're head band librarian. And you actually have assistant librarians.
635. You tell the band aides what to do, because you're one of them, too.
636. The director pulls you out of your aide period to work with the lower band's clarinets
637. Interpretive dance isn't just for the Guard anymore... it's a section-leading way of life.
638. EVERY piece of flag work has a name.
639. You go beyond naming your instrument, and have names lined up for your next couple of purchases.
640. You have a favorite Guard outfit
641. You tell people to forward your mail to the band hall library.
642. If anyone needs you, they can leave a note on the table in the band library
643. You stop speaking to your section for a week when they don't come to sectionals.
644. You come to marching band playing sectionals even though you're in Guard.
645. The thought of not making it into the music school at your college of choice brings you to tears.
646. You won't see your best buds during the entire summer after your graduation because they'll be marching DCI and you'll be at college band events. Tra-gic.
647. You KNOW when the tuner is screwed up: NOBODY is THAT flat... except the picc.
648. he directors for the music department have to kick you out of the music department at 7:00 every night (including weekends).
649. The highlight of your weekend was the party at your music instructors house.
650. Your instructors ask you to run errands for them, and let you borrow their cars to do so.
651. You have keys to your instructors houses/cars.
652. All the band moms can get in a kickline and play various parts of your show... from memory.
653. You lock your car doors and you try to match the pitch of the beep with a note.
654. You conduct to the music on the radio in the car--while driving.
655. You tell horror stories to freshmen about "the year we had 8 sets of double time!"
656. The shoes you wear with your tux to the prom have rounded heels.
657. You stack the band room chairs up to the 18-foot ceiling. Mad props, yo.
658. You go to EVERY band function, even though you're a cheerleader.
659. You manage to get a hold of a band t-shirt and wear it at least once a week, even though you're a cheerleader.
660. You have the best band locker (even though you're a freshman) (or a cheerleader).
661. You're a freshman who didn't do marching band (damn that cheerleading), but everyone else in Wind Ensemble (not only your section) still knows you.
662. You quit cheerleading to join marching band. ...The dark side wins again.
663. You have band t-shirts from before you got to your school.
664. You scream bloody murder and cry when you get a one on your solo at contest.
665. You visit music websites every day even though you know exactly what's on them.
666. You order free band brochures because you want to hang the free poster on your wall.
667. You're a member of at least 3 school sponsored bands.
668. A member of the band has printed out this list, passed it around the room during rehearsals, and 3/4 have sat around after school highlighting the best ones. I feel so loved. By loved, I mean stalked.
669. You're in the laziest band in Toronto, and you don't care.
670. You're willing to take a subway ride all the way across the city for band rehearsals, and come home at 11:00 just for the joy of it. This is what we call "The Good Life." Woot.
671. You're in the official pep band for a pro football team, and lord over all your friends the free tickets you get.
672. A 96% in band class is low.
673. Your grade in band is over 120%.
674. Your grade in band is over 140%.
675. There's a sale at the music store, and - much to the annoyance of the staff - you camp out for 3 days in tents waiting for it to happen.
676. You run around the school yelling "I'M AN ARGONOTE!!!" at the top of your lungs, and you are the only one who doesn't think you're crazy. (Argonotes are the official marching band of the Toronto Argonauts, of the Canadian Football League.) Best. Name. Ever.
677. It's Argonotes- not the Argonotes, thank you very much.
678. You've been expelled for playing a solo 9 octaves up, when you were warned to play no more than 2 octaves up.
679. You get a letter from Reed College and immediately think of your clarinet.
680. You cut physics class on a regular basis to go hang out in the band room. When you start to learn about frequencies and pitch, though, you show up to every class and immediately become the best student. Subsequently, your physics teacher thinks you are possessed and sends you to the nurse. (But nooooooo!!! Band is next period!!!)
681. You ask for a detention in band just for an excuse to stay longer.
682. You find pleasure in being able to conduct 3/4 and 4/4 at the same time...
683. ...and you put that on the drum major tryout requirements. You also wrote the rest of the tryout requirements.
684. You've had a crush on the band director's son.
685. You've had a sleep over at your Band director's house. In his front yard, without him knowing beforehand, that is.
686. Playing through a rehearsal when it's 100 degrees outside with 90% humidity? Not a problem.
687. You've pondered who would win in a band vs. football team fight. (Hmm, 160 band members with instruments vs. football players. Let's see.)
688. You dance at every single drum cadence while in the stands. Even if you're the only one and you look like an idiot.
689. Your section has pre-game rituals.
690. You've nearly slipped in a puddle of brass player spit.
691. You've had to suck the spit out of your instrument.
692. You clean up the band room for fun.
693. You walk around your room doing stuff (such as IM, eating, sleeping, talking on the phone, TV viewing, radio listening) while holding your flute.
694. you can name at least 5 people from every marching band within 30 miles of your school
695. You can play all of your marching band tunes on all the brass instruments.
Five mo' fo' the college kids, wooyay.
696. You have keys to the music department building and you carry then with you at all times.
697. All your stories start "You would never believe what we had to do at practice today..." and all your roommates leave.
698. All of your roommates are now in band although they swore they never would be. It is contagious like hoof and mouth disease.
699. Your walls are covered in old band trophies, medals, and certificates.
700. Your behavior is excused when you say "I'm with the band."
701. You've mastered the skill of walking off the field with aætrombone slide attachedæto your ponytail.
702. You play your clarinet/saxaphone until your lip bleeds - at which point you get mad that your reed will now be stained, but continue playing.
703. You give your concert band a name.
704. American Overture for band has been played so many times that you have it memorized. And it turns you on.
705. You have to wear your marching band shoes to the spring concert, and you dont mind a bit.
706. Your parents met in college marching band. Do you see the tear you bring to my eye?
707. You make up an entire marching band drill with Goldfish Crackers during lunch.
708. You take the director's hall pass and smack him with it on the behind. Oh dear.
709. You take the directors patons and hide them for the year.
710. You take the directors hall pass when you're a senior and hang it up on your rearview mirror in your car to show off.
711. (Oboe and bassoon players:) You go to IDRS events and can't wait to go pro so you can get your membership.
712. You know what IDRS stands for.
713. You know all the different kinds of cane and get offended when people don't know what you're talking about. And you're a brass player.
714. You want the brassline from the Blue Devils to play at your wedding.
715. When you're explaining to one of your best friends why you're reading 700+ symptoms of band symptoms and use the excuse, "It's a band thing".
716. You come up with a song for your band. The regular school song was chickenarse quality anyway.
717. You start recruiting new band geeks from the lower band
718. You don't mind getting to school at a quarter to seven in the morning for a competition for the sole reason of getting a band T-shirt. It is just like when you drive by Marshall’s before a sale and see the senior citizens waiting in front of the doors in anticipation. Especially the senior citizens part, huh.
719. While watching Drumline with band friends, you start renaming the band members in the band on the movie with the names of members of your band.
720. At football games, you can get away with acting like a plume is a boa and wrap it around your neck whilst continuing to play and sing. That is one long-ass plume, homie.
721. "Once more" does not, in fact, mean once more.
722. You see a flag and you duck without thinking. Especially when you are driving past McDonalds and you see one of their classy flags flying out front, I bet.
723. You can drink soda on a bus without spilling it. WHY would you have soda within a 20 foot radius of your instrument?!
724. You can tune the 25 flutes all named Sarah perfectly.
725. You start crying because your new school doesn't know what a mellophone is and has never had one before.
726. You still go back to your old school for concerts, even though it's a four hour drive.
727. You adopt someone as your section mascot so your section can rub their stomach before a competition.
728. When asked who you would never date, you reply "Anyone from ____ High School's band."
729. You have a secret supply of sunscreen.
730. You have section parties just for the heck of it.
731. You think lower of people who cant read music
732. You've witnessed your director hit someone in the head with a baton.
733. You've witnessed your director place a flute case between his legs.
734. You've seen a tuba mute.
735. You've ever drooled over a trombone section's performance. Because that spit valve action is so irresistible, you know.
736. You've seen someone break a drum head at state/national level performances.
737. You've ever stared at a trophy and acted completely stupid when someone acknowledged you as you stared.
738. You get dumped for a drum major.
739. You compared your arm width to that of a bassoon.
740. You have found food in your sousaphone... and you saw somebody eat it.
741. You use honor bands as an excuse to pick up potential honeys.
742. You take IB music (even if you're not in IB). Check out the cross-list reference on this number, yo.
743. You quit IB after the coordinator says the band is not important, which is the biggest load of crap ever. Wordy word.
744. You play air quads.
745. You've created band mythology.
746. You practice your field marching out in the street.
747. You make up lyrics for concert pieces.
748. You can run in step.
749. Your director has adopted you.
750. You start to wonder if any of your band mates are going to try to marry the director.
751. You think band should be a graduation requirement.
752. You dream about practice.
753. Marching around the house constitutes as exercise.
754. Your children will have genes for glide stepping.
755. You get a tattoo of a music symbol. Anywhere. Doesn't matter where.
756. You consider getting a leash for your instrument case.
757. The word 'locrian' turns you on.
758. You select fellow band members after which you'll name your kids.
759. Nothing smells better to you than band uniform BO.
760. You meditate at attention, and you march in your sleep.
761. You can play and sleep simultaneously.
762. Your instrument has ever doubled as a weapon.
763. You've marched in an evening gown.
764. You can sleep right next to a jamming percussion section.
765. You want band songs played at all your milestone events (i.e. wedding).
766. You have contests with fellow trombone players to see how many animals/objects you can see in a puddle of spit.
767. You are dressing down and scream "I'm not straight!" and nobody thinks anything of it.
768. You have slipped on the field while jazz running in a crazy set, and accidentally threw your flute two yard lines down as you sprain your wrist on your neighbors shoe. You then scramble to retrieve your flute and make it back in the correct set without the director noticing. Skillz.
769. You walk through the halls practicing double tonguing regardless of the weird looks you are getting.
770. You have been hit in the head with half the instruments in the band (including the stationary ones that aren't band related, like the piano).
771. People can't stop singing once they start singing.
772. When there's a tornado warning, you immediately take your adored clarinet into the closet with you.
773. You use pick up lines, like, "I'm a formata... hold me."
774. You filed suit against the producers/directors of 'American Pie' for defamation of character resulting from that 'this one time at Band Camp' scene.
775. Who needs Chapstick when you've got cork grease?
776. You take a Band Geek quiz and are determined to be the Ultimate Band Geek.
777. You never want to graduate so you can stay in band.
778. You think about trying to see if Chapstick is just as good as cork grease for your instrument, but decide not to, for fear of the Chapstick ruining your precious.
779. You found a picture of your marching band on a website that isn't even your school's, and you can find yourself in it.
780. Instead of clapping on the downbeats during a John Phillip Sousa song, you clap on the upbeats.
781. Your date at band ball notices the key changes.
782. You make fun of Drumline. Or secretly wish that was you.
783. You're surprised when people's personalities don't match their instrument.
784. What's with female drum majors being well endowed?
785. (For tubas) You've been knocked over by a football player.
786. (For tubas) You've learned how to pick up your instrument without bending over.
787. You've developed "tuba shoulder." And you play flute.
788-799: University band geeks again, hooray!
788. You miss competitions, but revel in high school competitions you grace with your presence. You are gods! Recognize.
789. You go back to be a "chaperone" on your high school's tour.
790. You go back to your high school's competitions and are surprised when your freshman have switched instruments.
791. You DESPISE astroturf; so many freshman have been lost that way.
792. You switch from flute to tuba because you were an alternate.
793. "Cal-Stanford" is the only football game that means anything to you, in that you were more concerned about the trombone player than whether or not that guy actually scored.
794. You sit in with the pep band of the local high school.
795. You are a marching instructor for the local high school, even though you didn't go there.
796. After hearing your stories of college marching band, your little brother begins trying to do the same things in high school.
797. You know all the reasons why Marching Band is better than sex. And you believe it.
798. Your band director tells you that you spend too much time in the band room.
799. (This one's for the Catholics) You've ever written/conceptualized Mass Settings for DCI and marching band...picture a priest entering to Cadence.
800. You start missing your band director the day after school is out, because you won't get to see him every day.
801. Your poor instrument has to go into the shop because you dropped it *GASP!* one too many times at practice whilst pretending it was a baton or a drum major mace.
802. You cry because it's taking forever for your instrument to get fixed and you can't practice.
803. You can convince someone to get in a tuba locker, then quickly lock them in and have the entire band make fun of them. And then do the same thing the next day. Your band is, uhm, clever.
804. You have made up a parody to every cheer the cheerleaders do (see number 198) and have even forgotten the original words.
805. You miss class to go to the chiropractor, but don't miss band practice. Instead, you learn how to pick up a sousaphone without bending over.
806. You belong to the band fraternity/sorority webring.
807. After hours of band practice, you have an uncontrollable urge to practice at home - even though your are in terrible pain because your mouth is on the verge of bleeding.
808. You know that you fit inside your music library's sliding shelves. What is it with people and seeing if they fit into things not made to fit people, yo?
809. You've climbed inside said drawers to retrieve your precious supply of valve oil, which was thrown behind the shelf.
810. You find it amusing to crab walk up and down stairs.
811. Your director had to kick you out of the band room after competitions because it was 1:00 in the morning and he wanted to sleep.
812. You hear a song and instantly picture what the drill would look like for it.
813. People have gotten into screaming, punching, weave-pulling fights about who should be head drum major. Weave-pulling! Classy.
814. Hits have been taken out on people who stole your chair placement.
815. The band gossip is better than all the soap operas put together.
816. Instead of going to a movie on the weekend like normal people do, you plan the drill for next year's show, even though you aren't the director.
817. When a tornado comes through during pit orchestra practice for the musical, you take your metronome and clarinet with you and laugh at the actors who have nothing.
818. Off the top of your head, you can think of at least 87 dirty jokes about saxophones.
819. You invited your only non-band friend to hang out and she left half way through because she was tired of being so lost and ignored. And you didn't notice she left.
820. You can perform a tracheotomy with your directors pocket knife and a brass mouth piece. Skillz, son.
821. Your director is commonly known as God.
822. You and your band buddies have IM conversations in song titles.
823. You think that, at the Senior Awards Ceremony, they should have an award for being in band all four years.
824. You have fantasies/nightmares about the gag gift your band director will give you when it's YOUR turn.
825. You embroider "bandgeek" on all of your clothes.
826. You've used your black marching pants and white undershirt to play "mime."
827. You got excited when a marching band was formed on Spongebob.
828. You were less than excited when the "flag twirlers" on Spongebob were way off count.
829. You develop a deep-rooted hatred for the new 'all-star' freshman, and make a deal with the rest of your section that if 'We go down, he's doing down with us'.
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And Now For An Actual Entry!
I just couldn't help posting that. My apologies for 829 reasons to tell when you're in marching band. What's REALLY sad is that alot of those are very, very true.
OK, so band last night was fun, anyways. I have to go to Grandin tonight as part of my *ahem* super-secret plan. NOBODY is to comment on this plan! This is a SURPRISE, let's keep it that way!
Hmmm....not sure what I'm going to do today. More work on my website, I suppose. I heart HTML. Or, I could get Pat's fucking comments working. I think I'm going to cheat and just give him Shout-Outs. He doesn't post anything controversial, anyways, so he should be ok.
This was my entry for the day, yo.
entry playlist
1. Something Corporate - Konstantine
2. Alkaline Trio - Another Innocent Girl
blog of the day: lisa's blog
days until Band Camp: 2
10.14.2003
The Mother Of All Side Projects
I think I've gotten over my head on this one.
In a moment of nostalgia, I logged into my Angelfire account again. Started re-reading all my old rants, etc. Missed the original [anti] pretty. Remembered that Jeff [blog of the day] has recently allotted me webspace. Thus, I vow to remake [a]P in its former glory!
It's alot harder than I thought. I spent all day moving my old angelfire HTML files onto my hard drive and then uploading them to my mind-melt.com FTP. Now...all I need to do is figure out how to translate it from txt files to HTML-glory. Help would be appreciated.
I'm hosting images on my server now, so I should be able to get some kick-ass layouts done that I couldn't before.
I ate too many wings last night. Feelings sick this morning.
Stampede tonight--must finish memorizing Down A Country Lane, etc.
LP schedule for the week: Thurs 10:30-2:30, Fri 11-3. 8 hours? My ass. And because I have band camp this weekend, I have no hours at Z. Damnation.
Don't expect a massive debut of [anti] pretty for the next month or so. I plan to totally redo that site--alot of the stuff I deleted, actually. It needs new content and new images and a new direction. And yet it must stay true to the core [anti] pretty attitude. We'll see how this pans out.
entry playlist
1. Thursday - Understanding In A Car Crash
2. Finch - Ender
blog of the day: jeff's blog
days until Band Camp: 3
I think I've gotten over my head on this one.
In a moment of nostalgia, I logged into my Angelfire account again. Started re-reading all my old rants, etc. Missed the original [anti] pretty. Remembered that Jeff [blog of the day] has recently allotted me webspace. Thus, I vow to remake [a]P in its former glory!
It's alot harder than I thought. I spent all day moving my old angelfire HTML files onto my hard drive and then uploading them to my mind-melt.com FTP. Now...all I need to do is figure out how to translate it from txt files to HTML-glory. Help would be appreciated.
I'm hosting images on my server now, so I should be able to get some kick-ass layouts done that I couldn't before.
I ate too many wings last night. Feelings sick this morning.
Stampede tonight--must finish memorizing Down A Country Lane, etc.
LP schedule for the week: Thurs 10:30-2:30, Fri 11-3. 8 hours? My ass. And because I have band camp this weekend, I have no hours at Z. Damnation.
Don't expect a massive debut of [anti] pretty for the next month or so. I plan to totally redo that site--alot of the stuff I deleted, actually. It needs new content and new images and a new direction. And yet it must stay true to the core [anti] pretty attitude. We'll see how this pans out.
entry playlist
1. Thursday - Understanding In A Car Crash
2. Finch - Ender
blog of the day: jeff's blog
days until Band Camp: 3
10.13.2003
"No, You Can't Take Her, You Have Too Many Piercings."
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody.
I missed my entry for yesterday, but I did make an entry in Pat's blog [link @ sidebar] so I guess that counts.
Let's see....Saturday night I stayed at home and played with my Tao Cards. I've started writing down people under card names to figure out who is which card. I have Dispersion so far, with my name 3 times underneath.
Sunday I worked at 9 AM until 4:30. Which was boring and yet fun, because Steph was in fitting rooms, so I had someone to talk to while I worked. I managed to talk Cori into doing the date with James/Matt tonight after work, so hopefully that should go over as planned.
Not too sure when I'm supposed to work at LP this week. I'm praying that it's not today, because I work Z from 3-close.
After work on Sunday I went home, then to Auntie Tracy's for Thanksgiving dinner. Since the oldest cousins [Aaron & Jeremy] weren't in attendance, I got to steal a spot at the coveted Adult Table. Hurrah!
As usual, the conversation turned to University. To my surprise, my mom wants me to go to Lethbridge. Two years at St. Mary's Collage [for my 20 prerequisite courses] and then two years at U of L for my social work degree.
"Social work?!" Met with shock from the elders and shame from my mother. They wanted me to explain my strange choice of career. I had a hard time doing so.
Called James after dinner, gave directions to Aunts house. Left around 8. Took some time to get out of the house because of the antics of my family. They take great pleasure in tormenting me. I don't know why--they never did this to Aaron, Jeremy, or Kyle's girlfriends! Damnation.
We rented The Italian Job and watched that. God, was it good! Car chases, sexy cars, Mark Walhberg, Seth Green, explosions, espionage...I was in heaven.
So...working today. Should be fun, since Cori's working too. Hurrah!
entry playlist
1. Swollen Members ft. Nelly Furtado - Breath
2. Avril Lavigne - Complicated
3. Sugarcult - Crashing Down
4. New Found Glory - Understatement
5. AFI - The Boy Who Destroyed The World
6. Incubus - A Certain Shade Of Green
blog of the day: kendall's blog
days until Band Camp: 4
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody.
I missed my entry for yesterday, but I did make an entry in Pat's blog [link @ sidebar] so I guess that counts.
Let's see....Saturday night I stayed at home and played with my Tao Cards. I've started writing down people under card names to figure out who is which card. I have Dispersion so far, with my name 3 times underneath.
Sunday I worked at 9 AM until 4:30. Which was boring and yet fun, because Steph was in fitting rooms, so I had someone to talk to while I worked. I managed to talk Cori into doing the date with James/Matt tonight after work, so hopefully that should go over as planned.
Not too sure when I'm supposed to work at LP this week. I'm praying that it's not today, because I work Z from 3-close.
After work on Sunday I went home, then to Auntie Tracy's for Thanksgiving dinner. Since the oldest cousins [Aaron & Jeremy] weren't in attendance, I got to steal a spot at the coveted Adult Table. Hurrah!
As usual, the conversation turned to University. To my surprise, my mom wants me to go to Lethbridge. Two years at St. Mary's Collage [for my 20 prerequisite courses] and then two years at U of L for my social work degree.
"Social work?!" Met with shock from the elders and shame from my mother. They wanted me to explain my strange choice of career. I had a hard time doing so.
Called James after dinner, gave directions to Aunts house. Left around 8. Took some time to get out of the house because of the antics of my family. They take great pleasure in tormenting me. I don't know why--they never did this to Aaron, Jeremy, or Kyle's girlfriends! Damnation.
We rented The Italian Job and watched that. God, was it good! Car chases, sexy cars, Mark Walhberg, Seth Green, explosions, espionage...I was in heaven.
So...working today. Should be fun, since Cori's working too. Hurrah!
entry playlist
1. Swollen Members ft. Nelly Furtado - Breath
2. Avril Lavigne - Complicated
3. Sugarcult - Crashing Down
4. New Found Glory - Understatement
5. AFI - The Boy Who Destroyed The World
6. Incubus - A Certain Shade Of Green
blog of the day: kendall's blog
days until Band Camp: 4
10.11.2003
I'm Neurotic! Whee!
Well...yeah...
PM, I need your login name/password again. Email it to me? Merci.
Went to university yesterday with C. Met up with his girlfriend. Bought a poster. Went to Economics. Went home. Found out that if I had stayed at the University, I could have gotten free passes to see Simple Plan. Could also have possibly MET Simple Plan. Damnation.
Made dinner for self. Went to Boston Pizza with TA, AM2, and Shawn and had fun with Clint The Waiter. Used his tip money [all the spare change in my wallet] to write his nickname [CLIT] on the table.
Bought Drumline from Blockbuster with S. Went to S's house, drove around the Promenade blasting rap music out of AM2's Jeep at the packs of teenagers that always seem to be around the Promenade.
JG picked me up afterwards, I kind of ranted at him about work on Thursday for a good 20 minutes. I feel a little bad because really, these are things I should just keep to myself.
Got home at 12:45. Woke up at 7 to get ready for work at 8.
I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Lack of sleep will do that to you. Plus, you know, 6 hours of work. Tomorrow is 9-4:30, and then Monday [holiday pay!] it's 3-9:30, even though we apparently close at 9....yeah....I don't know about that one. We'll see how that works out.
Plans for the evening: Nada. As usual. Parental units are at the Big 4 Building watching BS's Irish dance Feis. [pronouced: fesh] So yeah...don't know when they're coming home. I may/may not be on my own for dinner again, we'll see how the night goes.
Planned on hot tub tonight, again, we'll see how it goes. But I'm holding onto hope for a hot tub. Hot diggity.
Sorry about that whiny entry from Thursday. It was....yeah, ok...
The next time I do that, please pay me no attention. Just accept that episodes like that are part of my manic-depressive-addictive personality, and do happen from time to time. Give me a few days to rage at myself, and then never mention it again.
Good? Good.
entry playlist
1. Matthew Good Band - Let's Get It On
2. New Found Glory - My Heart Will Go On
3. Goldfinger - Radio
4. Allister - Racecars
5. Matthew Good Band - Every Name Is My Name
6. No Use For A Name - Let It Slide
7. Fuel - Hemorrhage (In My Hands)
8. Sum 41 - Machine Gun
9. Taking Back Sunday - Timberwolves At New Jersey
blog of the day: LC's blog
days until Band Camp: 6
Well...yeah...
PM, I need your login name/password again. Email it to me? Merci.
Went to university yesterday with C. Met up with his girlfriend. Bought a poster. Went to Economics. Went home. Found out that if I had stayed at the University, I could have gotten free passes to see Simple Plan. Could also have possibly MET Simple Plan. Damnation.
Made dinner for self. Went to Boston Pizza with TA, AM2, and Shawn and had fun with Clint The Waiter. Used his tip money [all the spare change in my wallet] to write his nickname [CLIT] on the table.
Bought Drumline from Blockbuster with S. Went to S's house, drove around the Promenade blasting rap music out of AM2's Jeep at the packs of teenagers that always seem to be around the Promenade.
JG picked me up afterwards, I kind of ranted at him about work on Thursday for a good 20 minutes. I feel a little bad because really, these are things I should just keep to myself.
Got home at 12:45. Woke up at 7 to get ready for work at 8.
I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Lack of sleep will do that to you. Plus, you know, 6 hours of work. Tomorrow is 9-4:30, and then Monday [holiday pay!] it's 3-9:30, even though we apparently close at 9....yeah....I don't know about that one. We'll see how that works out.
Plans for the evening: Nada. As usual. Parental units are at the Big 4 Building watching BS's Irish dance Feis. [pronouced: fesh] So yeah...don't know when they're coming home. I may/may not be on my own for dinner again, we'll see how the night goes.
Planned on hot tub tonight, again, we'll see how it goes. But I'm holding onto hope for a hot tub. Hot diggity.
Sorry about that whiny entry from Thursday. It was....yeah, ok...
The next time I do that, please pay me no attention. Just accept that episodes like that are part of my manic-depressive-addictive personality, and do happen from time to time. Give me a few days to rage at myself, and then never mention it again.
Good? Good.
entry playlist
1. Matthew Good Band - Let's Get It On
2. New Found Glory - My Heart Will Go On
3. Goldfinger - Radio
4. Allister - Racecars
5. Matthew Good Band - Every Name Is My Name
6. No Use For A Name - Let It Slide
7. Fuel - Hemorrhage (In My Hands)
8. Sum 41 - Machine Gun
9. Taking Back Sunday - Timberwolves At New Jersey
blog of the day: LC's blog
days until Band Camp: 6
10.10.2003
i think today i'll just disappear
into something i cannot name
and pretend
that i never lost
anything anyway
i never cared about it
and you can't prove otherwise
i hope this
is
goodbye
into something i cannot name
and pretend
that i never lost
anything anyway
i never cared about it
and you can't prove otherwise
i hope this
is
goodbye
10.09.2003
Vascillating
I always feel like I'm being pulled in two different directions.
Most of me is what I think everybody sees: Happy Kendall. Social Kendall. Kendall Has Everything Under Control.
My darker side is...well... a little embarrassing. Depressed Kendall. Loner Kendall. Losing Everything Kendall. "I don't do anything anymore..." I stay home and write on my stupid online journal to a bunch of people who probably always hated me anyways.
This is what happens when your world gets turned upside down in a matter of days. Oh, sure, here I go, blaming them all over again.
But did you know that my peak readership came when I was at my most suicidal? What's WRONG with you people?! Sick bastards.
My mom started talking about scholarships. Applications. My mountain of debt. I felt another panic attack coming on. Like I was drowning again. A flashback to the dream I had where they all just stood on the dock and watched me go under.
February 23rd. I don't know what happened that day, or what's going to happen. But it stands out in my mind like a flashing neon sign.
I HAVE A PROBLEM.
I want to scream it at the top of my lungs to the world. Nobody would hear, I know, and that frustrates me.
I thought, once, that this was what I wanted. But now that I've been living this, day by day, it just seems so...hopeless.
I have many problems. Most of them rattle around in my thoroughly wasted skull.
Does anyone else feel like this?
No real idea what brought on this whole angst-session. Shitty day at work despite fantastic sales. Bought two CDs [MxPx and The Starting Line] even though I couldn't afford them. Had a depressing conversation with a 14-year-old thug while waiting for the bus about him smoking and me being disgusted.
Wanted to go out tonight. Was then informed that it is THE FINALS of the model search at Outlaws. Reminded self that I am nowhere near model material, and am better left under a rock for when I am convenient.
Changed into "going out" clothes. Remembered that I have no social life outside of work/band. Watched "Avril Lavigne: Egos & Icons" and realised that my arm sock thing is ripped straight from her "Complicated" video. Feel slightly perturbed.
I think I just need to be held.
entry playlist
1. Thursday - Paris In Flames
2. Third Eye Blind - How's It Going To Be
3. Green Day - Time Of Your Life
4. Dashboard Confessional - Saints And Sailors
5. Sugarcult - Pretty Girl (The Way)
6. Linkin Park - My December
7. Alkaline Trio - Crawl (Live In London)
blog of the day: alison's blog
days until Band Camp: 8
I always feel like I'm being pulled in two different directions.
Most of me is what I think everybody sees: Happy Kendall. Social Kendall. Kendall Has Everything Under Control.
My darker side is...well... a little embarrassing. Depressed Kendall. Loner Kendall. Losing Everything Kendall. "I don't do anything anymore..." I stay home and write on my stupid online journal to a bunch of people who probably always hated me anyways.
This is what happens when your world gets turned upside down in a matter of days. Oh, sure, here I go, blaming them all over again.
But did you know that my peak readership came when I was at my most suicidal? What's WRONG with you people?! Sick bastards.
My mom started talking about scholarships. Applications. My mountain of debt. I felt another panic attack coming on. Like I was drowning again. A flashback to the dream I had where they all just stood on the dock and watched me go under.
February 23rd. I don't know what happened that day, or what's going to happen. But it stands out in my mind like a flashing neon sign.
I HAVE A PROBLEM.
I want to scream it at the top of my lungs to the world. Nobody would hear, I know, and that frustrates me.
I thought, once, that this was what I wanted. But now that I've been living this, day by day, it just seems so...hopeless.
I have many problems. Most of them rattle around in my thoroughly wasted skull.
Does anyone else feel like this?
No real idea what brought on this whole angst-session. Shitty day at work despite fantastic sales. Bought two CDs [MxPx and The Starting Line] even though I couldn't afford them. Had a depressing conversation with a 14-year-old thug while waiting for the bus about him smoking and me being disgusted.
Wanted to go out tonight. Was then informed that it is THE FINALS of the model search at Outlaws. Reminded self that I am nowhere near model material, and am better left under a rock for when I am convenient.
Changed into "going out" clothes. Remembered that I have no social life outside of work/band. Watched "Avril Lavigne: Egos & Icons" and realised that my arm sock thing is ripped straight from her "Complicated" video. Feel slightly perturbed.
I think I just need to be held.
entry playlist
1. Thursday - Paris In Flames
2. Third Eye Blind - How's It Going To Be
3. Green Day - Time Of Your Life
4. Dashboard Confessional - Saints And Sailors
5. Sugarcult - Pretty Girl (The Way)
6. Linkin Park - My December
7. Alkaline Trio - Crawl (Live In London)
blog of the day: alison's blog
days until Band Camp: 8
My December
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
This is my December
This is my snow covered home
This is my December
This is me alone
And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all
The things I said
To make you
Feel like that
And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all the
Things I said to you
And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere
To go to
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to
This is my December
These are my snow covered dreams
This is me pretending
This is all I need
And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all
The things I said
To make you feel like that
And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all the things
I said to you
And I give it all away
Just to have
Somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere
To go to
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to
-Linkin Park
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
This is my December
This is my snow covered home
This is my December
This is me alone
And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all
The things I said
To make you
Feel like that
And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all the
Things I said to you
And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere
To go to
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to
This is my December
These are my snow covered dreams
This is me pretending
This is all I need
And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all
The things I said
To make you feel like that
And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all the things
I said to you
And I give it all away
Just to have
Somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere
To go to
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to
-Linkin Park
The Word Escapes Me
It's cold in my house.
And I hate waking up to the sound of my mom and my siblings fighting.
But, yeah, I'm freezing.
There was a pretty good Law & Order on last night, had to do with SARS. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It went until midnight, though, because I missed the early 8:00 show. And then when I went to bed, I put on Matchbook Romance instead of something soft and relaxing. So basically, I was awake until1:30 AM.
Add in the fact that my window has been...whistling...lately, and I really didn't sleep well at all.
Apparently Claudio's girlfriend knows "Gabriel", the guy I linked to yesterday. Wow, weird...talk about a small world.
"Man makes God, so God can make man. Man makes the devil so that he can understand why it is that every day everything always turns out this way."
OK, so here's my new goal: post once per day. That's it. This includes lyrics, quizzes, linkage. One entry each day. I will STICK with this one, dammit!
Starting tomorrow. No, really.
I work at 8 AM on Saturday, and 9 AM on Sunday. Bloody fucking hell.
entry playlist
1. Linkin Park - My December
2. No Use For A Name - Sidewalk
3. Matthew Good Band - Omissions Of The Omen
blog of the day: alison's blog
days until Band Camp: 8
It's cold in my house.
And I hate waking up to the sound of my mom and my siblings fighting.
But, yeah, I'm freezing.
There was a pretty good Law & Order on last night, had to do with SARS. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It went until midnight, though, because I missed the early 8:00 show. And then when I went to bed, I put on Matchbook Romance instead of something soft and relaxing. So basically, I was awake until1:30 AM.
Add in the fact that my window has been...whistling...lately, and I really didn't sleep well at all.
Apparently Claudio's girlfriend knows "Gabriel", the guy I linked to yesterday. Wow, weird...talk about a small world.
"Man makes God, so God can make man. Man makes the devil so that he can understand why it is that every day everything always turns out this way."
OK, so here's my new goal: post once per day. That's it. This includes lyrics, quizzes, linkage. One entry each day. I will STICK with this one, dammit!
Starting tomorrow. No, really.
I work at 8 AM on Saturday, and 9 AM on Sunday. Bloody fucking hell.
entry playlist
1. Linkin Park - My December
2. No Use For A Name - Sidewalk
3. Matthew Good Band - Omissions Of The Omen
blog of the day: alison's blog
days until Band Camp: 8
10.08.2003
This Is The Sound And How It Feels...
Damn. Worked today, sold pretty well, exceeded my quota.
Then did Z tonight, which was boring, but I did find knee-high black leather boots for 50$, so I'm happy.
Pat, your blog does NOT have comments. Check your HTML again, or just email me your password/login name for a quick fix.
Cookies for Chelsea, Lisa, and Carolyn. I believe now that it was Jason calling me from the university.
What's with the good mood, you ask?
Well, I have no reason to be upset. I've done some soul-searching [I know, it's practically a weekly event...] and realised that, hey, I choose my attitude. And despite all that they try and do to piss me off or set me into a rage, it won't work unless I let it get to me.
So, really....I'm free. I'm fucking free. Man, this feels good. *bliss*
Work at LP tomorrow until 3, then...I don't know. Anybody up for something tomorrow night? Call me, dammit.
I'm almost positive there was something else on my mind. Dammit, I hate when I forget.
It'll probably come to me later.
entry playlist
1. Matthew Good Band - Fearless
2. No Use For A Name - Always Carrie
3. Jimmy Eat World - A Praise Chorus
blog of the day: gabriel's blog
days until Band Camp: 9
Damn. Worked today, sold pretty well, exceeded my quota.
Then did Z tonight, which was boring, but I did find knee-high black leather boots for 50$, so I'm happy.
Pat, your blog does NOT have comments. Check your HTML again, or just email me your password/login name for a quick fix.
Cookies for Chelsea, Lisa, and Carolyn. I believe now that it was Jason calling me from the university.
What's with the good mood, you ask?
Well, I have no reason to be upset. I've done some soul-searching [I know, it's practically a weekly event...] and realised that, hey, I choose my attitude. And despite all that they try and do to piss me off or set me into a rage, it won't work unless I let it get to me.
So, really....I'm free. I'm fucking free. Man, this feels good. *bliss*
Work at LP tomorrow until 3, then...I don't know. Anybody up for something tomorrow night? Call me, dammit.
I'm almost positive there was something else on my mind. Dammit, I hate when I forget.
It'll probably come to me later.
entry playlist
1. Matthew Good Band - Fearless
2. No Use For A Name - Always Carrie
3. Jimmy Eat World - A Praise Chorus
blog of the day: gabriel's blog
days until Band Camp: 9
Misinformed
I don't have band camp this weekend. I have it next weekend.
This gives me an extra week to memorise Awayday [hah!] and learn those ridiculously fast runs.
See, I have been a bad bandie for most of my life. Instead of learning the fast runs, note by note, I've been skipping all the ones in between and getting the first and last notes of the run. It's worked for the past 6 years, why shouldn't it work now? Well, after last night's embarassing little incident where each of us had to play the run....I think I'll be paying more attention to my runs from now on.
I also have to memorize Down A Country Lane, but that really shouldn't be too hard, since I only play oh...let's see....thirteen bars? Eeeeyah. Props to The Band Powers That Be to cutting the lower half of the section from the piece.
I got a phone call from an area code 250 last night at band. They didn't leave me a voicemail, thank god, so maybe it was a wrong number. A cookie to whoever can tell me where area code 250 is.
Working today and tonight, LP and Z, respectively. Rachael, I agree. We need to hang out sometime.
And I think I'll go to university again on Friday, just for that poster sale. Maybe I'll go to Economics again, Claudio...bwahahaha.
OK. Today's blog-of-the-day is a guy who goes by the screen name of Gabriel, and he goes to Strathcona-Tweedsmuir. Don't ask me how I found his blog, it's a little weird. But he's a good read, nonetheless, so check him out. I, for one, thoroughly enjoy his style.
And as a footnote for yesterday's entry: Maddie is my dog, an adorable yet slightly neurotic Cairn Terrier. I also have a black Labrador named Lucy, who is the sane one of the pair. Maddie is...almost 3 years old, and Lucy is 8.
entry playlist
1. Cauterize - Killing Me
2. Avril Lavigne - Losing Grip
3. Dashboard Confessional - A Plain Morning
4. No Use For A Name - Coming Too Close
5. New Found Glory - Forget My Name
blog of the day: gabriel's blog
days until Band Camp: 9
I don't have band camp this weekend. I have it next weekend.
This gives me an extra week to memorise Awayday [hah!] and learn those ridiculously fast runs.
See, I have been a bad bandie for most of my life. Instead of learning the fast runs, note by note, I've been skipping all the ones in between and getting the first and last notes of the run. It's worked for the past 6 years, why shouldn't it work now? Well, after last night's embarassing little incident where each of us had to play the run....I think I'll be paying more attention to my runs from now on.
I also have to memorize Down A Country Lane, but that really shouldn't be too hard, since I only play oh...let's see....thirteen bars? Eeeeyah. Props to The Band Powers That Be to cutting the lower half of the section from the piece.
I got a phone call from an area code 250 last night at band. They didn't leave me a voicemail, thank god, so maybe it was a wrong number. A cookie to whoever can tell me where area code 250 is.
Working today and tonight, LP and Z, respectively. Rachael, I agree. We need to hang out sometime.
And I think I'll go to university again on Friday, just for that poster sale. Maybe I'll go to Economics again, Claudio...bwahahaha.
OK. Today's blog-of-the-day is a guy who goes by the screen name of Gabriel, and he goes to Strathcona-Tweedsmuir. Don't ask me how I found his blog, it's a little weird. But he's a good read, nonetheless, so check him out. I, for one, thoroughly enjoy his style.
And as a footnote for yesterday's entry: Maddie is my dog, an adorable yet slightly neurotic Cairn Terrier. I also have a black Labrador named Lucy, who is the sane one of the pair. Maddie is...almost 3 years old, and Lucy is 8.
entry playlist
1. Cauterize - Killing Me
2. Avril Lavigne - Losing Grip
3. Dashboard Confessional - A Plain Morning
4. No Use For A Name - Coming Too Close
5. New Found Glory - Forget My Name
blog of the day: gabriel's blog
days until Band Camp: 9
10.07.2003
Lemon-y Fresh
That is what my room smells like right now. I actually dusted, using Endust [hence the lemon scent] and cleaned the bathroom. I made Maddie afraid of the garbage can. This brings the list of "Things Maddie Is Afraid Of" to an impressive length:
Things Maddie Is Afraid Of [In No Particular Order]
-the vacuum
-the garbage can in the bathroom
-towels folded on kitchen counters
-my baritone
-my baritone's case
-nerf guns
-the dishwasher
-the blender
-most appliances
-blowing leaves
-small children on bicycles
-Ryan
That's all I can think of right now...I'm sure there's more.
Ryan just played what must have no doubt been the best joke all year on me. He told me that my CD wallet was stolen from his car. Let's see....24 CDs, my best ones....a good chunk of my collection, actually. I was ready to kill him.
Good thing he was joking. Right?
Random Scott gave my blog a rave review. I think we have a new blogwhore, minions!
entry playlist
1. Thursday - Paris In Flames
2. Elliott - Calm Americans
3. Matthew Good Band - Native Son
blog of the day: dan's blog
days until Halloween: 24
That is what my room smells like right now. I actually dusted, using Endust [hence the lemon scent] and cleaned the bathroom. I made Maddie afraid of the garbage can. This brings the list of "Things Maddie Is Afraid Of" to an impressive length:
Things Maddie Is Afraid Of [In No Particular Order]
-the vacuum
-the garbage can in the bathroom
-towels folded on kitchen counters
-my baritone
-my baritone's case
-nerf guns
-the dishwasher
-the blender
-most appliances
-blowing leaves
-small children on bicycles
-Ryan
That's all I can think of right now...I'm sure there's more.
Ryan just played what must have no doubt been the best joke all year on me. He told me that my CD wallet was stolen from his car. Let's see....24 CDs, my best ones....a good chunk of my collection, actually. I was ready to kill him.
Good thing he was joking. Right?
Random Scott gave my blog a rave review. I think we have a new blogwhore, minions!
entry playlist
1. Thursday - Paris In Flames
2. Elliott - Calm Americans
3. Matthew Good Band - Native Son
blog of the day: dan's blog
days until Halloween: 24
A Silence I Can't Ignore
Another day off. Today I'm planning on packing up my summer clothes, dusting my room, and cleaning the bathroom. Oh, and memorising my Stampede music sometime, too.
So fucking bored. I have nothing to do and I hate being cooped up in this house, but I can't GO anywhere because everybodys working or in school. What I wouldn't give to just leave my house and fucking disappear.
I walked Lucy last night, took her over to the Bridlewood swamp-thing near 22X. Took about an hour, all told. I just sat on the bridge and looked at the water for 10 minutes, remembering the times I'd been there before. Things sure change, I know that much.
I check up on his blog yesterday, just to see what was going on. Yes, a bit stalker-ish, I know...he's doing well, if anybody cared. Every entry ends with "I love you babe :)", and I felt...resigned. Maybe it all worked out for the best in the end. He loves her, he really does...it shouldn't surprise me, he was very naiive all along. He felt what he felt, and he felt it strong.
Am I making any sense? Probably not.
But he's happy, and that's good. Everything happens for a reason, and maybe I had to be sacrificed for him to end up happy. I'm not saying that I'm not happy myself [I am!], but maybe the whole purpose for the entire drama was not for my benefit, but for his. An interesting, and perhaps overdue, thought.
James called my cell phone last night while I was downstairs revelling in a new CSI:MIAMI. I dashed up the stairs, hoping my mom didn't wake up from the ringing.
"Call my house."
"K..."
Run back downstairs, answer house phone, try to divide my attention between boyfriend and CSI. It's harder than it sounds, dammit.
He wanted to pick me up and bring me back to his house for some hot-tubbing. "Errr...it's 10:30..." See, there's this unwritten rule in my house that if I'm going out on any given night, I have to be gone by 9:30, or else I'm not going out at all. So I had to [regretfully] decline the invitation. I'll need a hot tub on Saturday night, though, after a long day of band camp. I think I have band camp this weekend. Guess I'll find out tonight.
entry playlist
1. Tonic - If You Could Only See
2. Third Eye Blind - How's It Going To Be
3. AFI - Girls Not Grey
4. Matthew Good Band - Waiting For The Great Destruction
5. Incubus - Make Yourself
6. Good Charlotte - Lifestyles of The Rich And Famous
blog of the day: dan's blog
days until Halloween: 24
Another day off. Today I'm planning on packing up my summer clothes, dusting my room, and cleaning the bathroom. Oh, and memorising my Stampede music sometime, too.
So fucking bored. I have nothing to do and I hate being cooped up in this house, but I can't GO anywhere because everybodys working or in school. What I wouldn't give to just leave my house and fucking disappear.
I walked Lucy last night, took her over to the Bridlewood swamp-thing near 22X. Took about an hour, all told. I just sat on the bridge and looked at the water for 10 minutes, remembering the times I'd been there before. Things sure change, I know that much.
I check up on his blog yesterday, just to see what was going on. Yes, a bit stalker-ish, I know...he's doing well, if anybody cared. Every entry ends with "I love you babe :)", and I felt...resigned. Maybe it all worked out for the best in the end. He loves her, he really does...it shouldn't surprise me, he was very naiive all along. He felt what he felt, and he felt it strong.
Am I making any sense? Probably not.
But he's happy, and that's good. Everything happens for a reason, and maybe I had to be sacrificed for him to end up happy. I'm not saying that I'm not happy myself [I am!], but maybe the whole purpose for the entire drama was not for my benefit, but for his. An interesting, and perhaps overdue, thought.
James called my cell phone last night while I was downstairs revelling in a new CSI:MIAMI. I dashed up the stairs, hoping my mom didn't wake up from the ringing.
"Call my house."
"K..."
Run back downstairs, answer house phone, try to divide my attention between boyfriend and CSI. It's harder than it sounds, dammit.
He wanted to pick me up and bring me back to his house for some hot-tubbing. "Errr...it's 10:30..." See, there's this unwritten rule in my house that if I'm going out on any given night, I have to be gone by 9:30, or else I'm not going out at all. So I had to [regretfully] decline the invitation. I'll need a hot tub on Saturday night, though, after a long day of band camp. I think I have band camp this weekend. Guess I'll find out tonight.
entry playlist
1. Tonic - If You Could Only See
2. Third Eye Blind - How's It Going To Be
3. AFI - Girls Not Grey
4. Matthew Good Band - Waiting For The Great Destruction
5. Incubus - Make Yourself
6. Good Charlotte - Lifestyles of The Rich And Famous
blog of the day: dan's blog
days until Halloween: 24
10.06.2003
Is This All There Is?
I'm cranky and I am not totally sure why.
I need some lovin'....or just a night out of the house.
Planning on taking Lucy for a good walk after dinner, make good on my promise to myself of getting in better shape. I'm a lump of blubber and I need more exercise, dammit. There's no excuse for me to start putting all this extra weight on again.
135.....shit. Why did I put on 5 pounds? 5 pounds that went straight to my non-muscular thighs, no doubt.
BAD KENDALL NOT EXERCISING!!! *smack*
Note to self: next time you slam someone's blog, make sure they don't come back and comment on yours. *deep, deep shame*. Random Scott, I apologise. You can be forever linked, now, if you want.
Speaking of links, I have two or three I want to add to the Blogwhores. Including dan's blog. I still have no idea who this kid is, even though he knows Pat. I have a vague idea, but only a vague one. Apparently he reads occasionally. Hi Dan!
Alison's mom had her baby! Hurrah!
Someone please call me tonight if you are as bored as I am. School/university be damned.
So I hear Evan got himself a girlfriend, along with Alliey having a boyfriend. Why was I not informed?! I guess this is what happens when nobody blogs anymore. Damn.
. . . . . . .
I feel so fucking useless sometimes.
Time to go for that run.
entry playlist
1. Dishwalla - Somewhere In The Middle
2. Matthew Good Band - Prime Time Deliverance
3. Sugarcult - How Does It Feel
blog of the day: scott's blog
days until Tuesday: 1
I'm cranky and I am not totally sure why.
I need some lovin'....or just a night out of the house.
Planning on taking Lucy for a good walk after dinner, make good on my promise to myself of getting in better shape. I'm a lump of blubber and I need more exercise, dammit. There's no excuse for me to start putting all this extra weight on again.
135.....shit. Why did I put on 5 pounds? 5 pounds that went straight to my non-muscular thighs, no doubt.
BAD KENDALL NOT EXERCISING!!! *smack*
Note to self: next time you slam someone's blog, make sure they don't come back and comment on yours. *deep, deep shame*. Random Scott, I apologise. You can be forever linked, now, if you want.
Speaking of links, I have two or three I want to add to the Blogwhores. Including dan's blog. I still have no idea who this kid is, even though he knows Pat. I have a vague idea, but only a vague one. Apparently he reads occasionally. Hi Dan!
Alison's mom had her baby! Hurrah!
Someone please call me tonight if you are as bored as I am. School/university be damned.
So I hear Evan got himself a girlfriend, along with Alliey having a boyfriend. Why was I not informed?! I guess this is what happens when nobody blogs anymore. Damn.
. . . . . . .
I feel so fucking useless sometimes.
Time to go for that run.
entry playlist
1. Dishwalla - Somewhere In The Middle
2. Matthew Good Band - Prime Time Deliverance
3. Sugarcult - How Does It Feel
blog of the day: scott's blog
days until Tuesday: 1
Hablas Le Espanol?
Just woke up. Well, not just...Claudio called me about 20 minutes ago to announce that the University is having a huge poster-picture blowout-dealy. Apparently I can completely refurbish my walls for less than 50$. Although, I have no intention of spending 50$ on posters. I am one poor gal.
Am looking anxiously for a blog-of-the-day. Have yet to find one that is not a War In Iraq blog, in a foreign language, and is not British. I can't read British blogs. It's a dismal blogging world out there. Thank god we have [c]S, eh?
Yes, Nigel, I am well aware that your blog is a British blog. Poo on your British blog.
Fuck, do only the Spanish people update at this time?! God dammit. We may have a problem with a blog-of-the-day.
So I had another saving-the-world dream last night, except it was more of a nightmare.
At the end of the dream, right before I woke up, my little brother died in my arms. And there was nothing I could do about. It wasn't a clean death, either. This was a full-blown gruesome death that would be used in a horror movie to make the audience squirm in their seats. I woke up sobbing.
And it made me so mad, because I know that I was working so hard to save Kale in this dream. He turns up alot in my dreams, but this is the first time he actually died. It was...frustrating, because I had been chasing the envoy of stolen kids all over the damn continent, trying to stop the madman who was brainwashing them with chip implants, with RJ as my sidekick. Yes, RJ. I have no idea where he came from. And I failed, my brother died, and I didn't even get the grim satisfaction of beating the shit out of the villan.
Good thing it was only a dream, right? I dream vividly. But if you've ever had an espionage or saving-the-world dream, you'll know how strangely satisfying it is.
I found a blog-of-the-day. It took too damn long to find. It's not one of the best I've linked to, but it'll do for today.
I am so going to pamper myself today. I think I deserve it after that horrible sleep I had.
And I need a massage, dammit.
entry playlist
1. Jimmy Eat World - Believe In What You Want
2. Matthew Good Band - Change Of Season
3. Jimmy Eat World - The Most Beautiful Things
4. Taking Back Sunday - Ghost Man On Third
5. Coldplay - The Scientist
blog of the day: scott's blog
days until Tuesday: 1
Just woke up. Well, not just...Claudio called me about 20 minutes ago to announce that the University is having a huge poster-picture blowout-dealy. Apparently I can completely refurbish my walls for less than 50$. Although, I have no intention of spending 50$ on posters. I am one poor gal.
Am looking anxiously for a blog-of-the-day. Have yet to find one that is not a War In Iraq blog, in a foreign language, and is not British. I can't read British blogs. It's a dismal blogging world out there. Thank god we have [c]S, eh?
Yes, Nigel, I am well aware that your blog is a British blog. Poo on your British blog.
Fuck, do only the Spanish people update at this time?! God dammit. We may have a problem with a blog-of-the-day.
So I had another saving-the-world dream last night, except it was more of a nightmare.
At the end of the dream, right before I woke up, my little brother died in my arms. And there was nothing I could do about. It wasn't a clean death, either. This was a full-blown gruesome death that would be used in a horror movie to make the audience squirm in their seats. I woke up sobbing.
And it made me so mad, because I know that I was working so hard to save Kale in this dream. He turns up alot in my dreams, but this is the first time he actually died. It was...frustrating, because I had been chasing the envoy of stolen kids all over the damn continent, trying to stop the madman who was brainwashing them with chip implants, with RJ as my sidekick. Yes, RJ. I have no idea where he came from. And I failed, my brother died, and I didn't even get the grim satisfaction of beating the shit out of the villan.
Good thing it was only a dream, right? I dream vividly. But if you've ever had an espionage or saving-the-world dream, you'll know how strangely satisfying it is.
I found a blog-of-the-day. It took too damn long to find. It's not one of the best I've linked to, but it'll do for today.
I am so going to pamper myself today. I think I deserve it after that horrible sleep I had.
And I need a massage, dammit.
entry playlist
1. Jimmy Eat World - Believe In What You Want
2. Matthew Good Band - Change Of Season
3. Jimmy Eat World - The Most Beautiful Things
4. Taking Back Sunday - Ghost Man On Third
5. Coldplay - The Scientist
blog of the day: scott's blog
days until Tuesday: 1
10.05.2003
I Am In A Something Corporate Mood
Konstantine
I can't imagine all the people that you know
And the places that you go
When the lights are turned down low
And I don't understand
All the things you've seen
But I'm slipping in between
You and your big... dreams
It's always you and my big dreams
And you tell me
That it's over
Wake up lying in a patch of four leaf clover
And your restless
And I'm naked
You've got to get out
You can't stand to see me shaking
No, could you let me go
I didn't think so
And you don't want to be here in the future
So you say
The present's just a pleasant
Interruption to the past
And you don't want to look much closer
'Cause you're afraid to find out all the hope
That you had sent into the sky by now had... crashed
And it did because of me
And then you bring me home
Afraid to find out that you're alone, no
And I'm sleeping in your living room
But we don't have much room
To live
And I had these dreams, in them I learned to play guitar
Maybe cross the country
Become a rockstar
And there was hope in me
That I could take you there
But dammit you're so young
But I don't think I care
And if I hurt you then I'm sorry
Please don't think that this is easy
And then you bring me home
'Cause we both know what its like to be alone, no
And I'm dreaming in your living room
But we don't have much room
To live
And Konstantine is walking down the stairs
Doesn't she look good
Standing in her underwear?
And I was thinking, what I was thinking
But we've been drinking
And it doesn't get me anywhere
My Konstantine came walking down the stairs
And all that I could do
Was touch her long blond hair
And I've been thinking
It hurts me thinking
That these nights when we were drinking
No they never got us anywhere, no
This is because I can spell konfusion with a K
And I can like it
It's to dying in anothers arms
And why I had to try it
It's to Jimmy Eat World
And those nights in my car
When the first star you see
May not be a star
"I'm not your star?"
Isn't that what you said
What you thought this song meant
You thought this song meant
And if this is what it takes
Just to lie in my mistakes
And live with what I did to you
All the hell I put you through
I always catch the clock it's 11:11
And now you want to talk?
It's not hard to dream
You'll always be my Konstantine
They'll never hurt you like I do
No, they'll never hurt you like I do
No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No
This is to a girl who got into my head
With all these pretty things she did
Hey Baby, you know that you keep me up in bed
It's to a girl who got into my head
With all the fucked up things I did
Hey maybe baby, you could keep me up in bed
My Konstantine
Spin around me like a dream
We played out on this movie screen
And I said, did you know I missed you
Did you know I missed you
Did you know I missed you
Did you know I missed you
Did you know I missed you
Did you know I missed you
Did you know I missed you
I miss you
And then you bring me home
And we'll go to sleep but this time not alone, no no,
And you'll kiss me in your living room, oh
I know you miss me in your living room
Cause these nights I think maybe that I miss you in my living room
We don't have much room
I said, does anyboy need that room?
Because we all need a little more room
To live
...My Konstantine
Globes & Maps
Light breaks underneath a heavy door
And I try to keep myself awake
Fall all around us on our hotel floor
And you think that you've made a mistake
And there's a pain in my stomach from another sleepless binge
And I struggled to get myself up again
I wanna hang onto something
That won't break away or fall apart
Like the pieces of my heart
And globes and maps are all around me now
I wanna feel you breathe me
Globes and maps I see surround you here
Why won't you believe me?
Globes and maps they charter your way back home
Do you wanna leave or somethin?
And dreams came around you in a hazy rain
You opened your mouth wide to feel them fall
And I write a letter, from a one-way train
But I don't think you'll read it at all
And globes and maps are all around me now
I wanna feel you breathe me
Globes and maps I see surround you here
Why won't you believe me?
Globes and maps they charter your way back home
Do you wanna leave or somethin?
And I can't take this anymore
Well I know that I can't take this anymore
I can't take this anymore
Cuz I know someday I'll see you walk out that door
And globes and maps are all around me now
I wanna feel you breathe me
Globes and maps I see surround you here
Why won't you believe me?
Globes and maps they charter your way back home
So Do you wanna leave? Do you wanna leave?
Globes and maps they charter your way back home
Do you wanna leave or somethin?
Konstantine
I can't imagine all the people that you know
And the places that you go
When the lights are turned down low
And I don't understand
All the things you've seen
But I'm slipping in between
You and your big... dreams
It's always you and my big dreams
And you tell me
That it's over
Wake up lying in a patch of four leaf clover
And your restless
And I'm naked
You've got to get out
You can't stand to see me shaking
No, could you let me go
I didn't think so
And you don't want to be here in the future
So you say
The present's just a pleasant
Interruption to the past
And you don't want to look much closer
'Cause you're afraid to find out all the hope
That you had sent into the sky by now had... crashed
And it did because of me
And then you bring me home
Afraid to find out that you're alone, no
And I'm sleeping in your living room
But we don't have much room
To live
And I had these dreams, in them I learned to play guitar
Maybe cross the country
Become a rockstar
And there was hope in me
That I could take you there
But dammit you're so young
But I don't think I care
And if I hurt you then I'm sorry
Please don't think that this is easy
And then you bring me home
'Cause we both know what its like to be alone, no
And I'm dreaming in your living room
But we don't have much room
To live
And Konstantine is walking down the stairs
Doesn't she look good
Standing in her underwear?
And I was thinking, what I was thinking
But we've been drinking
And it doesn't get me anywhere
My Konstantine came walking down the stairs
And all that I could do
Was touch her long blond hair
And I've been thinking
It hurts me thinking
That these nights when we were drinking
No they never got us anywhere, no
This is because I can spell konfusion with a K
And I can like it
It's to dying in anothers arms
And why I had to try it
It's to Jimmy Eat World
And those nights in my car
When the first star you see
May not be a star
"I'm not your star?"
Isn't that what you said
What you thought this song meant
You thought this song meant
And if this is what it takes
Just to lie in my mistakes
And live with what I did to you
All the hell I put you through
I always catch the clock it's 11:11
And now you want to talk?
It's not hard to dream
You'll always be my Konstantine
They'll never hurt you like I do
No, they'll never hurt you like I do
No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No
This is to a girl who got into my head
With all these pretty things she did
Hey Baby, you know that you keep me up in bed
It's to a girl who got into my head
With all the fucked up things I did
Hey maybe baby, you could keep me up in bed
My Konstantine
Spin around me like a dream
We played out on this movie screen
And I said, did you know I missed you
Did you know I missed you
Did you know I missed you
Did you know I missed you
Did you know I missed you
Did you know I missed you
Did you know I missed you
I miss you
And then you bring me home
And we'll go to sleep but this time not alone, no no,
And you'll kiss me in your living room, oh
I know you miss me in your living room
Cause these nights I think maybe that I miss you in my living room
We don't have much room
I said, does anyboy need that room?
Because we all need a little more room
To live
...My Konstantine
Globes & Maps
Light breaks underneath a heavy door
And I try to keep myself awake
Fall all around us on our hotel floor
And you think that you've made a mistake
And there's a pain in my stomach from another sleepless binge
And I struggled to get myself up again
I wanna hang onto something
That won't break away or fall apart
Like the pieces of my heart
And globes and maps are all around me now
I wanna feel you breathe me
Globes and maps I see surround you here
Why won't you believe me?
Globes and maps they charter your way back home
Do you wanna leave or somethin?
And dreams came around you in a hazy rain
You opened your mouth wide to feel them fall
And I write a letter, from a one-way train
But I don't think you'll read it at all
And globes and maps are all around me now
I wanna feel you breathe me
Globes and maps I see surround you here
Why won't you believe me?
Globes and maps they charter your way back home
Do you wanna leave or somethin?
And I can't take this anymore
Well I know that I can't take this anymore
I can't take this anymore
Cuz I know someday I'll see you walk out that door
And globes and maps are all around me now
I wanna feel you breathe me
Globes and maps I see surround you here
Why won't you believe me?
Globes and maps they charter your way back home
So Do you wanna leave? Do you wanna leave?
Globes and maps they charter your way back home
Do you wanna leave or somethin?
Horoscope
TODAY: Question everything. There's more happening than even you can track. As much as you like the simple dichotomy of right and wrong, this gray area requires broader measures. Why not learn before deciding?
TOMORROW: Your funding probably hasn't dried up, but it's definitely on hold. Be creative with your resources, if you must use them at all. Capricorn may be in the house, but he or she is still far from home.
THIS WEEK: Hope for the best but prepare for the worst on Monday. It would be nice if you could trust everyone you come into contact with, but experience should have taught you otherwise by now. You'll have to dig deep to find out important facts on Tuesday and Wednesday. You don't mind putting in the time, though, because the way you see it, what you find out could work to your advantage at some point in the future. You're extremely focused on your career on Thursday and Friday, but working overtime might put your personal life in jeopardy. Try to balance your time toward the end of the week so that you can spend more time with your loved ones. It's easier to make a decision if you're detached from the actual situation on Saturday and Sunday, so try not to get too involved until you know what's at stake.
THIS MONTH: Goats keep their heads down and their attention on more serious concerns as October begins, but you will get the chance to come up for air and let loose a bit when the bulk of your work is finished by the 9th and 10th. Using caution is advised when meeting new people or entering new situations on the 11th, 12th and 13th -- you may be anxious to rush ahead on these days, but staying in the background will allow you to get a better read on what's actually happening than if you were standing right in the middle of it. Your moods fluctuate a great deal from the 14th through 18th, but you should be able to stay on more of an even keel on the 23rd and 24th -- putting balance in your life should be a priority on these days, especially when it comes to a close personal relationship. You love to find ways to expand your mind on the 27th and 28th, so try to sign up for a class or visit the library to learn more about a topic that interests you -- the Internet can be a great resource for you at month's end, but you'll have to weed out a lot of misinformation before getting to the truth.
Taken from swirve.com
TODAY: Question everything. There's more happening than even you can track. As much as you like the simple dichotomy of right and wrong, this gray area requires broader measures. Why not learn before deciding?
TOMORROW: Your funding probably hasn't dried up, but it's definitely on hold. Be creative with your resources, if you must use them at all. Capricorn may be in the house, but he or she is still far from home.
THIS WEEK: Hope for the best but prepare for the worst on Monday. It would be nice if you could trust everyone you come into contact with, but experience should have taught you otherwise by now. You'll have to dig deep to find out important facts on Tuesday and Wednesday. You don't mind putting in the time, though, because the way you see it, what you find out could work to your advantage at some point in the future. You're extremely focused on your career on Thursday and Friday, but working overtime might put your personal life in jeopardy. Try to balance your time toward the end of the week so that you can spend more time with your loved ones. It's easier to make a decision if you're detached from the actual situation on Saturday and Sunday, so try not to get too involved until you know what's at stake.
THIS MONTH: Goats keep their heads down and their attention on more serious concerns as October begins, but you will get the chance to come up for air and let loose a bit when the bulk of your work is finished by the 9th and 10th. Using caution is advised when meeting new people or entering new situations on the 11th, 12th and 13th -- you may be anxious to rush ahead on these days, but staying in the background will allow you to get a better read on what's actually happening than if you were standing right in the middle of it. Your moods fluctuate a great deal from the 14th through 18th, but you should be able to stay on more of an even keel on the 23rd and 24th -- putting balance in your life should be a priority on these days, especially when it comes to a close personal relationship. You love to find ways to expand your mind on the 27th and 28th, so try to sign up for a class or visit the library to learn more about a topic that interests you -- the Internet can be a great resource for you at month's end, but you'll have to weed out a lot of misinformation before getting to the truth.
Taken from swirve.com
Dashboard Abs
So...my boyfriend gives me the shaft to go to Jokers...not cool, dude, not cool. *head shake*
Oh, I'm kidding. You know I am.
Candy and Cori have generously agreed to aid me in my quest for a fake ID. Matt has the ID picture of me [my sexalicious grade 12 ID pic] and is working on getting the ID made. Hurrah! Soon I will not be shafted for wing nights.
Speaking of wings...
I made myself chicken wings for dinner. I think I had like....twenty.....that's a disgusting amount of chicken wings. I feel kind of sick. And I can't get the smell of honey garlic off my hands.
Someone rescue me these next few days. I don't work until Wednesday[both jobs]...and then I work Thursday at LP. And then I think I have band camp this weekend, which means I miss out on a weekend of Z work.
I may apply for full-time day floor service, though. Hot diggity. 28 hours = full time. Kinda. As for LP, 7 hours per week does NOT a full-time job make.
I went bowling tonight with Matt and James, finished at 102. Good Lord I suck. I'll get better though, just wait and see.
Finally made those double chocolate cookies that had been tempting me all week. However, since I finished my period yesterday, I didn't get nearly as much satisfaction as I would have liked from the whole experience. Oh, sure, I'll still eat the cookies, because everybody knows I'd never turn down chocolate. But it just doesn't...I don't know....word....me like it would if I were bloated and cranky.
"But Kendall, you're always cranky!"
I love how my last year of high school made my inner dialogue especially critical and sarcastic.
Lesley, where did you find that "dead" link? Candy and I searched for a while and got nothing. Please point it out.
entry playlist
1. Collective Soul - The World I Know
2. Dashboard Confessional - Ender Will Save Us All
3. Counting Crows - American Girls
4. AFI - Girls Not Grey
5. Swollen Members Ft. Nelly Furtado - Breath
blog of the day: candy's blog
days until Tuesday: 2
So...my boyfriend gives me the shaft to go to Jokers...not cool, dude, not cool. *head shake*
Oh, I'm kidding. You know I am.
Candy and Cori have generously agreed to aid me in my quest for a fake ID. Matt has the ID picture of me [my sexalicious grade 12 ID pic] and is working on getting the ID made. Hurrah! Soon I will not be shafted for wing nights.
Speaking of wings...
I made myself chicken wings for dinner. I think I had like....twenty.....that's a disgusting amount of chicken wings. I feel kind of sick. And I can't get the smell of honey garlic off my hands.
Someone rescue me these next few days. I don't work until Wednesday[both jobs]...and then I work Thursday at LP. And then I think I have band camp this weekend, which means I miss out on a weekend of Z work.
I may apply for full-time day floor service, though. Hot diggity. 28 hours = full time. Kinda. As for LP, 7 hours per week does NOT a full-time job make.
I went bowling tonight with Matt and James, finished at 102. Good Lord I suck. I'll get better though, just wait and see.
Finally made those double chocolate cookies that had been tempting me all week. However, since I finished my period yesterday, I didn't get nearly as much satisfaction as I would have liked from the whole experience. Oh, sure, I'll still eat the cookies, because everybody knows I'd never turn down chocolate. But it just doesn't...I don't know....word....me like it would if I were bloated and cranky.
"But Kendall, you're always cranky!"
I love how my last year of high school made my inner dialogue especially critical and sarcastic.
Lesley, where did you find that "dead" link? Candy and I searched for a while and got nothing. Please point it out.
entry playlist
1. Collective Soul - The World I Know
2. Dashboard Confessional - Ender Will Save Us All
3. Counting Crows - American Girls
4. AFI - Girls Not Grey
5. Swollen Members Ft. Nelly Furtado - Breath
blog of the day: candy's blog
days until Tuesday: 2
10.04.2003
If All Else Fails
It's a subdued silence undisturbed
By the sound of her breath
So carefully brush her hair
Back from her eyes
In steady sequence one by one
She slips away
So close your eyes and sleep to dream
I'm by your side no words to speak
We'll set our course and make it through
No matter how far I go, my heart remains with you
And I'm not sure what I'm looking for
But it's clear to see
The purpose of my existence
Is laying here in front of me
So close your eyes and sleep to dream
I'm by your side no words to speak
We'll set our course and make it through
No matter how far I go...
And if all else fails
You can look up at the sky
Because it's the same one
That shines above you and I
And if all else fails
You can close your eyes
And I'll be right beside you,
I'll be the one by your side
So close your eyes and sleep to dream
I'm by your side the words to speak
We'll set our course and make it through
No matter how far I go,
No matter how much this hurts
I wanted you to know my heart remains with you
-Matchbook Romance
It's a subdued silence undisturbed
By the sound of her breath
So carefully brush her hair
Back from her eyes
In steady sequence one by one
She slips away
So close your eyes and sleep to dream
I'm by your side no words to speak
We'll set our course and make it through
No matter how far I go, my heart remains with you
And I'm not sure what I'm looking for
But it's clear to see
The purpose of my existence
Is laying here in front of me
So close your eyes and sleep to dream
I'm by your side no words to speak
We'll set our course and make it through
No matter how far I go...
And if all else fails
You can look up at the sky
Because it's the same one
That shines above you and I
And if all else fails
You can close your eyes
And I'll be right beside you,
I'll be the one by your side
So close your eyes and sleep to dream
I'm by your side the words to speak
We'll set our course and make it through
No matter how far I go,
No matter how much this hurts
I wanted you to know my heart remains with you
-Matchbook Romance
Beautiful, To Me
Not sure what to say except . . .
Yeah . . . .
I don't think I'm mad at myself anymore. Just a little scared because that wasn't quite what I had in mind.
But if I could go back, I wouldn't change a thing.
OK. I lied.
I wouldn't have collapsed like that. I had no reason to start crying. I cried because I'm a stupid little girl, really, and that's all I've ever been. And I wish you didn't see me like that, I really do.
But I meant every word I said about happiness and those "what if"s. I meant all of it, including the parts about my fear of being abandoned again. And the parts about trust.
How did I end up like this? Miserable and pensive, waiting for a phone call that almost never comes. But when it does come...
"I hate myself for needing this, I love our twisted little mess. I know it's wrong, but it just feels right...the taste of tears is bittersweet tonight."
You make me forget and remember everything all at the same time.
And I don't know whether I love or hate that about you.
entry playlist
1. Goo Goo Dolls - Truth Is A Whisper
2. Dashboard Confessional - Screaming Infidelities
3. No Use For A Name - Always Carrie
4. Incubus - Echo
5. Jimmy Eat World - Hear You Me
blog of the day: morgan's blog
days until Tuesday: 3
Not sure what to say except . . .
Yeah . . . .
I don't think I'm mad at myself anymore. Just a little scared because that wasn't quite what I had in mind.
But if I could go back, I wouldn't change a thing.
OK. I lied.
I wouldn't have collapsed like that. I had no reason to start crying. I cried because I'm a stupid little girl, really, and that's all I've ever been. And I wish you didn't see me like that, I really do.
But I meant every word I said about happiness and those "what if"s. I meant all of it, including the parts about my fear of being abandoned again. And the parts about trust.
How did I end up like this? Miserable and pensive, waiting for a phone call that almost never comes. But when it does come...
"I hate myself for needing this, I love our twisted little mess. I know it's wrong, but it just feels right...the taste of tears is bittersweet tonight."
You make me forget and remember everything all at the same time.
And I don't know whether I love or hate that about you.
entry playlist
1. Goo Goo Dolls - Truth Is A Whisper
2. Dashboard Confessional - Screaming Infidelities
3. No Use For A Name - Always Carrie
4. Incubus - Echo
5. Jimmy Eat World - Hear You Me
blog of the day: morgan's blog
days until Tuesday: 3
10.03.2003
Economics 201
I went to university today.
Or, more specifically, I visited unversity today. And went to Claudio's 2 PM economics class. Which was fun, I'll admit.
And more so, since I actually understood what was going on. It took me about 5 minutes to realise what the graphics were saying, but once I knew, it was simple. Mmm, economics.
Except that the instructor stuttered alot. Poor guy. I had a hard time learning. Er...I mean...I learned nothing.
I ran into Lisa and Cori and Jo Pesta and Sarah T., and Morgan and Kara and Amber and Terri. And also saw JD and Matt Chow [anybody remember him? he went to Bonaventure, then St. Mary's].
I also discovered that U of C has an excellent social work program. Apparently I need 10 half-courses that are transferrable to the U of C, then I can take the program. We picked up brocures and everything.
Played some games in the arcade afterwards, because we are losers and like video games. I seriously think I was the only female in that place.
Being 17 sucks. I wanted to go to the bar with James and Jeff and Comox Mike tonight. Well...legally speaking, I can't. But we'll see. Ahem. Comox Mike had some good tips on getting into bars underaged.
I've realised that I don't have nearly enough female friends. Is there a reader of my blog, aged 18+, who considers herself fairly attractive and is interested in going on a blind date with an attractive guitarist? See, I have to hook James's friend Matt up with someone before I can get my fake ID.
"But Kendall," you say, "Why don't you just wait until January?"
Well, clearly the answer here is that I can't wait. I am highly impatient. So yeah. Leave a comment if you're interested in going on a blind date so Kendall can get fake ID.
Like, I was thinking....it would be SO easy to set up a girl with one of my guy friends, because I have so many [i think]. But when I have to set a guy up with a girl, it's impossible. Frickity-frick.
I apologise for the whole slew of posts today. There'll probably be more, if I find nothing to do tonight.
entry playlist
1. Jimmy Eat World - Your House
2. Jimmy Eat World - The Most Beautiful Things
3. Evanescence - My Immortal
4. Matthew Good Band - Everything Is Automatic
5. Staind - Epiphany
blog of the day: joanna's blog
days until Tuesday: 4
I went to university today.
Or, more specifically, I visited unversity today. And went to Claudio's 2 PM economics class. Which was fun, I'll admit.
And more so, since I actually understood what was going on. It took me about 5 minutes to realise what the graphics were saying, but once I knew, it was simple. Mmm, economics.
Except that the instructor stuttered alot. Poor guy. I had a hard time learning. Er...I mean...I learned nothing.
I ran into Lisa and Cori and Jo Pesta and Sarah T., and Morgan and Kara and Amber and Terri. And also saw JD and Matt Chow [anybody remember him? he went to Bonaventure, then St. Mary's].
I also discovered that U of C has an excellent social work program. Apparently I need 10 half-courses that are transferrable to the U of C, then I can take the program. We picked up brocures and everything.
Played some games in the arcade afterwards, because we are losers and like video games. I seriously think I was the only female in that place.
Being 17 sucks. I wanted to go to the bar with James and Jeff and Comox Mike tonight. Well...legally speaking, I can't. But we'll see. Ahem. Comox Mike had some good tips on getting into bars underaged.
I've realised that I don't have nearly enough female friends. Is there a reader of my blog, aged 18+, who considers herself fairly attractive and is interested in going on a blind date with an attractive guitarist? See, I have to hook James's friend Matt up with someone before I can get my fake ID.
"But Kendall," you say, "Why don't you just wait until January?"
Well, clearly the answer here is that I can't wait. I am highly impatient. So yeah. Leave a comment if you're interested in going on a blind date so Kendall can get fake ID.
Like, I was thinking....it would be SO easy to set up a girl with one of my guy friends, because I have so many [i think]. But when I have to set a guy up with a girl, it's impossible. Frickity-frick.
I apologise for the whole slew of posts today. There'll probably be more, if I find nothing to do tonight.
entry playlist
1. Jimmy Eat World - Your House
2. Jimmy Eat World - The Most Beautiful Things
3. Evanescence - My Immortal
4. Matthew Good Band - Everything Is Automatic
5. Staind - Epiphany
blog of the day: joanna's blog
days until Tuesday: 4
Does Washington Know?
I HAD A VISITOR FROM NASA!!!!!!!!!!
And one from Belgium, and one from Australia.
I HAD A VISITOR FROM NASA!!!!!!!!!!
And one from Belgium, and one from Australia.
And Liquid
We are the symptoms of letting go.
If I could just stop driving and hold on to you, I'd never let go.
You're so beautiful...did you hear a word I said?
You're so beautiful...I guess this is what I get.
Did you know I miss you? I missed you...
If I don't let myself be happy now, then when?
I'll keep this as a constant reminder.
Tell me what it's like to be alone.
Everything's a fucking tragedy with you.
We are the symptoms of letting go.
If I could just stop driving and hold on to you, I'd never let go.
You're so beautiful...did you hear a word I said?
You're so beautiful...I guess this is what I get.
Did you know I miss you? I missed you...
If I don't let myself be happy now, then when?
I'll keep this as a constant reminder.
Tell me what it's like to be alone.
Everything's a fucking tragedy with you.
10.02.2003
Concrete
i
am what i am
and i have no reason to apologize
you
are what you are
and you change with the tides
fluid and concrete; lost
to me in what i do not care to know about
you and your
strange ways about you and your everything
to me
if i let you hold my
heart
in your hands would you stop;
or keep crushing me in silent resignation
like flashing red lights against painted
white washed walls while we
pretend to enjoy it
wash my hands clean and you'll just
stand motionless like
you
always do
but you know that
i love
hate you in my own twisted way
love i only leave a little piece
behind when i go away from here
and don't you know
i
still
care
like i always
end up
doing.
i
am what i am
and i have no reason to apologize
you
are what you are
and you change with the tides
fluid and concrete; lost
to me in what i do not care to know about
you and your
strange ways about you and your everything
to me
if i let you hold my
heart
in your hands would you stop;
or keep crushing me in silent resignation
like flashing red lights against painted
white washed walls while we
pretend to enjoy it
wash my hands clean and you'll just
stand motionless like
you
always do
but you know that
i love
hate you in my own twisted way
love i only leave a little piece
behind when i go away from here
and don't you know
i
still
care
like i always
end up
doing.
Damn It
Fine, I guess we won't do anything tonight, Claudio...
I've nearly beat Zelda. This'll be the...5th?...time. Dude, I'm a loser.
Bah. And I was looking forward to actually doing legal things tonight instead of making him be my alibi.
Pierre is my Dad's new best friend. Since Pierre started working at my parents company, he and my dad are all buddy-buddy. They were in Edmonton today working.
My dad took Pierre go-carting in at West Edmonton Mall.
I don't even remember the last time my dad took me out anywhere, let alone go-carting! *sniff*
In other news, there's a Euph/trumpet Lazer Quest party on Saturday night.
Must talk to Graham about this more.
entry playlist
1. Fuel - Bittersweet [live acoustic]
2. Bush - The People That We Love
blog of the day: chelsea's blog
days until Tuesday: 5
Fine, I guess we won't do anything tonight, Claudio...
I've nearly beat Zelda. This'll be the...5th?...time. Dude, I'm a loser.
Bah. And I was looking forward to actually doing legal things tonight instead of making him be my alibi.
Pierre is my Dad's new best friend. Since Pierre started working at my parents company, he and my dad are all buddy-buddy. They were in Edmonton today working.
My dad took Pierre go-carting in at West Edmonton Mall.
I don't even remember the last time my dad took me out anywhere, let alone go-carting! *sniff*
In other news, there's a Euph/trumpet Lazer Quest party on Saturday night.
Must talk to Graham about this more.
entry playlist
1. Fuel - Bittersweet [live acoustic]
2. Bush - The People That We Love
blog of the day: chelsea's blog
days until Tuesday: 5
Happiness Starts With An "H".....So Does HMV!
I applied at HMV today on a whim.
I went there before work, hoping to grab Matchbook Romance before I had to descend into Retail Hell for a few hours. I walked in, gave the greeting nod to the guy who's always working when I'm in there, and headed to Punk. Grabbed the CD, went to till with Guy Who's Always There.
Of course, my debit card wasn't working. It's so freaking old, it never works anywhere anymore. So I told him I'd just come back on my break when I had cash.
I go to work, sell some stuff, build a wardrobe for an imaginary customer. I love doing that stuff--just pulling clothes for a wardrobe I could never afford. Did you know you're not supposed to wear red to an interview? I didn't. Apparently it's too overpowering. Navy or dark blue is the better choice.
OK, so my break finally rolls around. I get cash from the machine, head over to HMV. As I'm going in, I spy the sign in the window: "NOW HIRING FULL TIME". Well, shit, what more could I ask for?!
As I'm paying for Matchbook Romance [again, with Guy Who Always Works] I mention the sign. "Oh, actually, all you need to do is drop off a resume..."
"I did, a few weeks ago." More like a month, but I won't tell him that.
"Err...ok...Here's the application, this works too."
I'll drop off a resume tomorrow, too, if I have to work at Laura. I'm on call, which means I probably won't have to. I'll do the old hop-a-bus downtown adventure thing tomorrow, in that case. *glee*
Man, I'm in a good mood. I have a bit of a headache, but that's expected. I was listening to my new CD at unhealthy decibal levels on the train again. Dirty looks abounded, but only until the kid with the thug music got on. Then, the looks turned his way. Bwahahaha.
Speaking of the CD, it's surprisingly good. I really like their sound on this album, it's a little more mature and a little less screamo [screaming emo] than the "West For Wishing" EP. It also has 84 tracks, according to my diskman. Hmm. We'll see. Track 84 was just static, so hopefully tracks 13-83 are static, also. It's kinda retarded....why would you make a CD with 84 tracks, 72 of which are only static? It doesn't make much sense.
Oh well. I still love them.
entry playlist
1. Avril Lavigne - Naked
2. Furslide - Over My Head
3. 3 Doors Down - Here Without You
4. Good Charlotte - Little Things
5. Sense Field - Save Yourself
blog of the day: chelsea's blog
days until Tuesday: 5
I applied at HMV today on a whim.
I went there before work, hoping to grab Matchbook Romance before I had to descend into Retail Hell for a few hours. I walked in, gave the greeting nod to the guy who's always working when I'm in there, and headed to Punk. Grabbed the CD, went to till with Guy Who's Always There.
Of course, my debit card wasn't working. It's so freaking old, it never works anywhere anymore. So I told him I'd just come back on my break when I had cash.
I go to work, sell some stuff, build a wardrobe for an imaginary customer. I love doing that stuff--just pulling clothes for a wardrobe I could never afford. Did you know you're not supposed to wear red to an interview? I didn't. Apparently it's too overpowering. Navy or dark blue is the better choice.
OK, so my break finally rolls around. I get cash from the machine, head over to HMV. As I'm going in, I spy the sign in the window: "NOW HIRING FULL TIME". Well, shit, what more could I ask for?!
As I'm paying for Matchbook Romance [again, with Guy Who Always Works] I mention the sign. "Oh, actually, all you need to do is drop off a resume..."
"I did, a few weeks ago." More like a month, but I won't tell him that.
"Err...ok...Here's the application, this works too."
I'll drop off a resume tomorrow, too, if I have to work at Laura. I'm on call, which means I probably won't have to. I'll do the old hop-a-bus downtown adventure thing tomorrow, in that case. *glee*
Man, I'm in a good mood. I have a bit of a headache, but that's expected. I was listening to my new CD at unhealthy decibal levels on the train again. Dirty looks abounded, but only until the kid with the thug music got on. Then, the looks turned his way. Bwahahaha.
Speaking of the CD, it's surprisingly good. I really like their sound on this album, it's a little more mature and a little less screamo [screaming emo] than the "West For Wishing" EP. It also has 84 tracks, according to my diskman. Hmm. We'll see. Track 84 was just static, so hopefully tracks 13-83 are static, also. It's kinda retarded....why would you make a CD with 84 tracks, 72 of which are only static? It doesn't make much sense.
Oh well. I still love them.
entry playlist
1. Avril Lavigne - Naked
2. Furslide - Over My Head
3. 3 Doors Down - Here Without You
4. Good Charlotte - Little Things
5. Sense Field - Save Yourself
blog of the day: chelsea's blog
days until Tuesday: 5
Stay Tonight
49 hours and 46 minutes ago
I was counting, I just thought
I'd let you know.
I fill my head with your voice.
And now I'm drowning,
When I wrote this song for you.
You can stay tonight,
And make everything alright.
You can hold me down,
And tell me that you're right.
Tell me what it's like to be alone.
And we have this down,
Unlike everybody.
Less than a million nights
Just like tonight,
I scream your name at the sky,
Until I lost my voice.
Would I give my life for you?
You can stay tonight,
And make everything alright.
You can hold me down,
And tell me that you're right.
Tell me what it's like to be alone.
You can stay tonight...
You can stay tonight,
And make everything alright.
You can hold me down,
And tell me that you're right.
Tell me what it's like to be alone.
-Matchbook Romance
49 hours and 46 minutes ago
I was counting, I just thought
I'd let you know.
I fill my head with your voice.
And now I'm drowning,
When I wrote this song for you.
You can stay tonight,
And make everything alright.
You can hold me down,
And tell me that you're right.
Tell me what it's like to be alone.
And we have this down,
Unlike everybody.
Less than a million nights
Just like tonight,
I scream your name at the sky,
Until I lost my voice.
Would I give my life for you?
You can stay tonight,
And make everything alright.
You can hold me down,
And tell me that you're right.
Tell me what it's like to be alone.
You can stay tonight...
You can stay tonight,
And make everything alright.
You can hold me down,
And tell me that you're right.
Tell me what it's like to be alone.
-Matchbook Romance
*yawn*
Quick update.
Ryan, I want my CDs!
Payday today, whoo-hoo. Matchbox Romance is MINE.
I always worry for no good reason at all. Silly silly Kendall. I knew I was over-reacting.
I had to EAS tag all the winter jackets and denim in menswear last night. So...I did all the jackets, but only a third of the denim. There's a lot of denim, give me a break!
Another late night out, didn't get home until 1; I'm pretty tired--couldn't get out of bed.
I'll update again when I get home.
entry playlist
1. Good Charlotte - Can't Go On
2. Coldplay - The Scientist
blog of the day: chelsea's blog
days until Tuesday: 5
Quick update.
Ryan, I want my CDs!
Payday today, whoo-hoo. Matchbox Romance is MINE.
I always worry for no good reason at all. Silly silly Kendall. I knew I was over-reacting.
I had to EAS tag all the winter jackets and denim in menswear last night. So...I did all the jackets, but only a third of the denim. There's a lot of denim, give me a break!
Another late night out, didn't get home until 1; I'm pretty tired--couldn't get out of bed.
I'll update again when I get home.
entry playlist
1. Good Charlotte - Can't Go On
2. Coldplay - The Scientist
blog of the day: chelsea's blog
days until Tuesday: 5
10.01.2003
That's More Like It
Cramps kept me awake until 1 AM. I settled for watching the slaughter of Moulin Rouge on "Becoming" and then some American Justice. There was also a pretty good Law & Order: SVU on last that night I managed to catch because I didn't go to Stampede. *tear*
I just figured out that I own a rare All-American Rejects album. I was watching them on Much the other day and they got this question from a fan as to why none of their pictures were in the CD sleeve. They answered that actually, in the first 50,000 copies of the disk, their names aren't even on the sleeve. It's just the band thanks. I checked the sleeve and....no names. Although I don't think it's really Ebay worthy yet. Give it a decade or so when A-AR actually makes it huge enough to warrant collectors memorabilia.
I have to find my own way to Z tonight, because both my parents are working a bingo for my sister's Irish Dance. And then I have to find my own way home. I plan on going out afterwards, anyways, so that shouldn't be too much of a problem.
I'm wondering if I should dress for movies, or another downtown adventure. Or even illegal rompage? Who knows? I'll probably just decide as I'm running out the door to catch the bus. Fuck the bus.
That's it--I'm making a "Bubble Bath" Mix and then cajoling someone to burn it for me. Since all my CDs are now sitting in Ryan's car, I'm down to the shitty albums that I would never bring out in public. And my new Fuel CD, which [not to my surprise] won't play in the Grey Mass. So I'll have to come up with something else.
I saw a pretty nice selection of cameras at Cash Converters for some pretty good prices. Maybe I'll bring Lesley with me to help me pick one out. I need a good camera, since my old one broke. That's kind of what I'm planning on getting Jason for his birthday--taking a bunch of pictures of home and send them to him.
Photos of places like Peters Drive-In with those psycho seagulls. Or inside the Jack Singer, where we had those band concerts for so long. Places like Lake Bonavista and St. Bonaventure and Perkins and Cheesecake and Dairy Queen and...god...everywhere. I miss him so much. I miss driving in his Asian-Mobile and singing along at the top of our lungs to his horrible and yet fantastic taste in music. I miss arguing about snow versus rain and the absolute mediocrity of Britney Spears and Micheal Jackson. I miss his fucking ettiquite, I miss the barbeque sauce. I miss my best guy friend.
I'm getting all sentimental. Thank God Jason doesn't read this.
No idea what I'm doing today. Probably cleaning my room and walking the dogs, and then going to catch a bus to get me to work on time.
entry playlist
1. New Found Glory - My Heart Will Go On
2. The All-American Rejects - Time Stands Still
3. No Use For A Name - On The Outside
4. David Gray - This Years Love
5. Jimmy Eat World - If You Don't, Don't
6. Matthew Good Band - Indestructable
7. Goo Goo Dolls - Long Way Down
8. AFI - This Time Imperfect
blog of the day: 27swans's blog
days until Pay Day: 1
Cramps kept me awake until 1 AM. I settled for watching the slaughter of Moulin Rouge on "Becoming" and then some American Justice. There was also a pretty good Law & Order: SVU on last that night I managed to catch because I didn't go to Stampede. *tear*
I just figured out that I own a rare All-American Rejects album. I was watching them on Much the other day and they got this question from a fan as to why none of their pictures were in the CD sleeve. They answered that actually, in the first 50,000 copies of the disk, their names aren't even on the sleeve. It's just the band thanks. I checked the sleeve and....no names. Although I don't think it's really Ebay worthy yet. Give it a decade or so when A-AR actually makes it huge enough to warrant collectors memorabilia.
I have to find my own way to Z tonight, because both my parents are working a bingo for my sister's Irish Dance. And then I have to find my own way home. I plan on going out afterwards, anyways, so that shouldn't be too much of a problem.
I'm wondering if I should dress for movies, or another downtown adventure. Or even illegal rompage? Who knows? I'll probably just decide as I'm running out the door to catch the bus. Fuck the bus.
That's it--I'm making a "Bubble Bath" Mix and then cajoling someone to burn it for me. Since all my CDs are now sitting in Ryan's car, I'm down to the shitty albums that I would never bring out in public. And my new Fuel CD, which [not to my surprise] won't play in the Grey Mass. So I'll have to come up with something else.
I saw a pretty nice selection of cameras at Cash Converters for some pretty good prices. Maybe I'll bring Lesley with me to help me pick one out. I need a good camera, since my old one broke. That's kind of what I'm planning on getting Jason for his birthday--taking a bunch of pictures of home and send them to him.
Photos of places like Peters Drive-In with those psycho seagulls. Or inside the Jack Singer, where we had those band concerts for so long. Places like Lake Bonavista and St. Bonaventure and Perkins and Cheesecake and Dairy Queen and...god...everywhere. I miss him so much. I miss driving in his Asian-Mobile and singing along at the top of our lungs to his horrible and yet fantastic taste in music. I miss arguing about snow versus rain and the absolute mediocrity of Britney Spears and Micheal Jackson. I miss his fucking ettiquite, I miss the barbeque sauce. I miss my best guy friend.
I'm getting all sentimental. Thank God Jason doesn't read this.
No idea what I'm doing today. Probably cleaning my room and walking the dogs, and then going to catch a bus to get me to work on time.
entry playlist
1. New Found Glory - My Heart Will Go On
2. The All-American Rejects - Time Stands Still
3. No Use For A Name - On The Outside
4. David Gray - This Years Love
5. Jimmy Eat World - If You Don't, Don't
6. Matthew Good Band - Indestructable
7. Goo Goo Dolls - Long Way Down
8. AFI - This Time Imperfect
blog of the day: 27swans's blog
days until Pay Day: 1
