School Fever

Everyone's going to school, and it's starting to get me a little down.  I want to go to college.  I want to write a paper.  I want homework.  I'm not even joking.  It's pathetic.  Maybe it comes down to the theme that's been revolving around my life for a while:  I want a purpose.  I want something more out of life than going to work, coming home, and then going to bed.


I will go back eventually and get my dumb English major that I don't know what I'll do with yet.  But for now I just have to sit back and listen to friends talk about how much homework they have and their finals coming up... then I can laugh at them.  It's weird, but I kinda miss the adrenaline rush that comes from putting off a paper until the last minute.  I once started a seven page reserch paper at seven am the morning it was due.  I did the reserch and everything then too.  I'm such a procrastinator.


Okay, so I don't necessarily miss the boring reading assignments, and I know I definitely don't miss getting up early.  But I do miss writing papers.  I love the accomplished feeling that comes with getting an A or even a B on something.  I miss school supplies.  Every year I go out and buy fun new folders and notebooks, really fancy mechanical pencils, brightly colored pens to take notes, and a backpack if it's needed.  I love pretending to feel organized with all this crap.  I don't know, once I go back I'll probably wonder, why on earth did I miss this again?  But for right now it's just hard to watch all my friends skip off to class and not be a part of it.

Another Quote from the Brilliant Mind of Einstein

So one of the asignments for my creative class a long time ago was to post a blog of our favorite quote.  I chose Einstein's "Imagination is more important than knowlege."  As I said in that post, I completely agree.  Someone can have all the knowlege in the entire world, but how can they put that to good use without propper imagination?  Anyway this blog is not about that quote.  It is about a different one.


"If a cluttered desk signs a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?" ~Albert Einstein~


I was reading a magazine article about how to cope with everyday messes and how it's really just a part of life.  Then they started talking about creativity and imagination.  That's when they quoted Einstein.  It made me smile.  Too true, I think.  Yes, messes can be hectic and cause a lot of unoraginzion, but at the same time who has time to keep everything so perfect?  There's such a thing as too clean I believe.  Too quote one of the Harry Potter books, it seems unnatural.  Like there's not one person even exsisting in such a clean, organized atmosphere.


I believe a little clutter keeps me on the creative side.  A pile of junk on the floor can inspire a painting or photograph that needs to be taken.  I'm sure inventers get ideas from two random objects next to each other.  And who wants to spend every living moment of their life cleaning and organizing?  I like things neat... once again not too neat... and I like things orderly.  The process of cleaning things can be relaxing for me too, but by keeping everything perfect, there's no way I can have time to actually enjoy life.  A little mess inspires creativity.  Can order and creativity go together?  I'm sure they can, but I haven't discovered it yet.  I mean, after all you have to be organized to write a novel.  You have to be able to find time to paint a masterpiece, and there are certain rules involved with any form of creativity.


I guess, like most things, it's good to find a balance.  A little mess never hurt anyone, but not being able to find your keys underneath a huge pile of laundry might not be a good thing.  Also, not being able to see your floor isn't such a good thing either.  A pair of shoes on the floor isn't going to hurt anything though... unless of course your dog eats them.  Just remember, a cluttered desk may represent a cluttered mind, but an empty desk may represent an empty mind.

We Kick Some Serious Brass!!!

So band camp's over.  It was fun, and we got so much accomplished.  I'm very proud of the incoming freshmen.  It looks like it will be a fantastic year all around.  I mean, we can play the music.  We are getting the drill down.  And we can even march and play at the same time.  I'm excited to finally have a day off though.  I am sore and exhausted.  I gotta say, marching band is tough work, especially when we go for twelve hours out of the day for a week.  The hard part's over now though.


Yesterday was a blast!  We had our barbeque along with the anual Pride games.  The Pride games are just some fun silly games we do at the end of our band camp week.  This year we did the human knot, a relay, a pie eating contest, and a water balloon toss.  I participated in the human knot and water balloon toss.  The teams were our sections, and guess who won?  The low brass, baby!!!  We pretty much dominated on every event.  I didn't do so well on the water balloon toss though.  I must have caught the balloon too hard because it poped and I got soaked.


The pie eating contest was a mess.  People who weren't part of the contest  were whipping pies and pudding around like crazy.  It got everywhere.  It wasn't as crazy as last year though.  Last year a lot of pudding got all over our director's car.  We all helped wash it off though.  Anyway, low brass one that contest too.  After it was over people were running around trying to cover each other in pudding.  Then we had to clean up before the water balloon contenst.  After that was over we took the left over water balloons and ranr around throwing them everywhere.  I tried to throw one at Kelsey, but missed.  Ritter got her back for me.  After the balloons were gone, people started shaking up pop cans and spraying those everywhere.  I stayed out of the way.  Pop is too sticky, but Robb and Matt dumped an entire can on their own head.  It was pretty funny to watch.


Even though this past week has been so much fun, I'm excited to take a break.  Today I plan to catch up on my laundry, memorize some of my music, and take Penny for a walk.  All this week I've been too exhausted to walk her.  I bet she'll really be excited for her walk tonight.

BAND CAMP!!!

Band camp has finally arrived, but now that is has I'm exhausted.  I've been waiting all summer for the marching band season to start.  Call me a geek if you want, but it gives me something to do besides working, eating, and sleeping.  It's something to look foreward to, and there's lots of new poeple to meet.



I think this is going to be a great year.  Robb is doing a great job at leading the section and explaining the things we're supposed to be learning.  I haven't really had much of a chance to hear the freshmen play, but I hope they're good.  We have a really hard piece to tackle for our first show.  I hope we have the dedication it will take to pull it off.



I love the people of the marching band.  I miss a bunch of the senoirs from last year that are now gone, but it's like that summer break wasn't even there.  We're all talking and joking as much as ever.  The "your mom" and "that's what she said" jokes are flying around left and right.  The low brass section is big on those.



It's only the first half of the second day and I'm already exhausted.  My feet hurt from marching.  My arms hurt from holding up an imaginary instrument for marching fundamentals, and my shoulder hurts from the weight of my sousaphone.  I can't wait until my usual knot forms and it doesn't hurt anymore.  I'll look like I have a hump, but there won't be anymore pain.  I swear, I've never been this sore for band camp in my entire life.



So most of the usual marching gang is back together with a few new faces.  I can't wait for the first home football game so we can show off our skills while cheering on the team.  I can't wait to play Fight on Sioux while we wait for the kick off.  I can't wait to play the school song the first time we score.  And I especially can't wait to do the dance to the cowbell cadence.  I hope it'll be a great year.

Bonk!!!

Nice picture, huh?  Yeah, we had our seventies day the other day at work.  You'd never guess that shortly before this picture was taken something horribly hilarious had happened.  The day started out pretty normal.  We were all dressed in our seventies outfits, ready for work.  The prep work got done, people came in to eat, and we served them.  After the big sixties birthday celebration though the seventies seemed a bit lame.  I am excited for the eighties though.

Anyway, this horrible yet slightly funny event happened when we ran out of rootbeer.  I don't know if anyone has tried to lift a keg before, but they can be kind of heavy.  My friend Alex can do it by himself... he's a beast.  Too bad he wasn't working that day.  So Kelsey I went to lift it into the fridge, and instead of that happened the carbonation tank fell and hit Kelsey on the head.  Those things are incredibly heavy.  I ran and got her the step ladder to sit down on and then fetched her some ice.  A big bump was starting to form and everything.

No one could figure out how to get the keg in the fridge.  I've done it a bunch of times too.  I wonder what the problem was.  Anyway, so my mom went out and found some stronger costumers and offered them free pop to help us lift it in there.  They got it no problem and all was well... except for Kelsey.

She had a headache and was feeling really dizzy.  I was really worried about her.  I made sure she didn't drive that day and took her to her mom's house to spend the night.  I think she might have had a concussion.  She's fine this morning though.  And I know this makes me a horrible best friend and everything, but now that I know she's okay I think it's kind of funny.  I'm sure it hot a lot.  I mean, those things are heavy, but how often does someone get bonked on the head with a CO2 tank?

Sylvester

Meet Sylvester.  He is Penny's favorite toy, which she got on the very first day she came home.  He was a gift from my friend Sarah to congratulate me on my new pet.  I got to pick him out though.  Of course I picked a cow for a corgi.  Penny's my little cattle herder... even if it is just a stuffed animal.  Kailin is the one who picked out the name Sylvester.


Penny's so cute with it.  She'll sneak up behind it then grab it and tear across the living room with it.  After a bit she'll drop it and just start doing "hot laps" as my family would call it.  That's where she'll run around the house like crazy.  No one's chasing her.  She doesn't have a toy.  She's just running around as fast as she can from one end of the house to the other.


Once she tired herself out a bit, she'll take Sylvester over her spot in front of the balcony door and lie there chewing on him.  I liked it much better before Penny figured out how the squeaker worked.  Now all I hear is squeak, squeak, squeak as she chews on it.  Kelsey said I should just take it away and hide it, but I don't want to do that.  I'm so happy she's chewing on one of her toys instead of my shoes, and if I take it away it might teach the wrong lesson.


I think dogs with their toys are adorable.  If you hold one of Blitzen's toys and say, "This is mine," he goes absolutely nuts.  He'll bark at you and try to take it.  It's a bit scary when you have that huge German Shepherd jumping all over the place trying to get a toy that you're holding.  Once my uncle put his rope up on top of the cupboards, and Blitzen was practically up on the counter trying to get at them.  Blitzen's kind of a jealous dog.  If he's playing with a toy and Charlee or Penny starts playing with a different toy, Blitzen will get up and take that toy from them.  He'll also bring a rope or something to one of them to play, but as soon as they try and grab ahold of it, he growls.  It's not a very threatening growl though.


So I'm hoping Sylvester lasts for a long time.  Penny's just too cute with him.  Not to mention the fact that he gives her a lot of exercise.  I also just like the fact that it's a cow for a corgi.  Sheep would work too.  I should buy Blitzen a sheep... it would be in pieces by the end of the day.  Not only that, but if it had a squeaker, my papa would want to throw it out after five minutes.

Hi There!

This is my first official blog here on blogger.  For those of you who don't know, I used to have a blog on areavoices.  But then they changed their layout and there was a bunch of confusion involving a dead email address and lost passwords.  So I can't log in to that account anymore.  I would have just set up a new blog on that cite, but their new lay out is way too confusing.  I couldn't even navigate my way around it.  The cite also lost two of my blogs.  They were good ones too about my puppy and the first pet mouse I ever had.  Anyway, any of the posts I made before this were things I've copied and pasted from that blog.  It took a long time and made me realize that I need a life.

So, some things about me I guess.  As my about me section to your right says, I live with two of my best friends that I've known since high school.  You'd think we'd get into lots of fights... and we do, but we get over ourselves.  They're mostly about me being a self centered drama queen anyway.  But, I love the two of them so incredibly much.  We've been through thick and thin together, and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.  We've even made a quilt together.  Penny also lives with us.  She's my three month old puppy.  She's the dog in my profile pic.  She is what keeps me going in this life.  I also consider my grandparents dog Blitzen my dog.  There is no other dog on this earth like him.

I work for my mom, aunt, and uncle at their drive in.  It's okay, but not a very creative job I guess.  I'll have to find a new job when they close for the winter.  School is not my strong suit.  I dropped out last semester because I just got too lazy.  I wasn't going for anything special.  Liberal arts was my official major title.  In 2011 I will be starting school up again for an English major.  It's not much better than liberal arts, I know.  I'd like to make something very clear here.  I do NOT want to be an English teacher.  It may be my favorite subject, but people who know nothing about grammar at all really annoy me and trying to teach English to idiots would give me a headache.

I love music.  Through the years I have played the recorder, viola, flute, guitar, and tuba.  The tuba is by far my favorite.  I play it for UND; I especially love playing the sousaphone for marching band.  I listen to all types of music, mostly musicals though along with alternative.

I am diabetic and asthmatic, but the asthma thing is mostly because of nerves and marching band.  Playing the tuba and running around like that could make anyone out of breath.  Maybe I just need to get in some better shape.  I'm also going through a bit of a depression spell that I'm trying to pull myself out of, but don't worry I don't blog about that much.  I save it for my journals.

My favorite color is pink; Bobi Joe (my guitar) is hot pink.  I also love eating pomegranates, especially during World Series time.  My favorite team is the Red Sox, but I haven't been paying too much attention to baseball these past two years since I moved out and can't afford cable.  I love writing.  I daydream about becoming a published author some day, but I'm afraid I don't have the drive to make that happen.  I also love riding my bike, painting, quilting, taking bubble baths, reading comic books, and collecting anything... Jones soda bottles, barbies, pokemon cards, candles, action figures... the list goes on.

So that's me in a couple of paragraphs.  I hope you enjoy reading my blog as much as I enjoy writing it.