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| Hey I'm getting really borad of xanga.......There's really no point in writing about my day online when nobody reads it. I do have a myspace, but it's boring too. It's like the only way we define ourselves is by how we seem online and the real world doesn't matter. Considering this is my last post, I should go out with a bang.........How 'bout some confesions? ....... I've said many times that I'm a band geek....... I don't believe in God........I'm overweight and I HATE it but it's like my body doesn't want to be anyweight other that 165 lbs (not grotesque but still misrable)...........I've had head lice twice.........I hate my mother.........I wish I had a boyfriend.........I sometimes get depressed when I get home from doing anything........Two minutes with my mom or preparing for a standerized test is enough to make me think of suicide........There are many times when I can't stand my little sister........I wouldn't mind living in an anarchest world.........I also say that the world is gonna end soon (2015 even though many other sources say December 21, 2012) so nothing matters EVER!!!!! But since we have life we should enjoy it, not needing to deal with things we hate (like washing dishes)........I believe that the concept of heaven is really boring.........I think humans and hippos are disqusting creatures.......... Okay that's all I got and you won't be hearing from me again...................I hope anyone who ever reads this wont be too disapointed...... Rebecca Sue Marshall The girl who realizes how stupid everything is. | | |
| Ok first thing's first, I just read this awesome fanfic thing about Captain Jack Sparrow at Hogwarts. I know it sounds stupid but it rocks. http://community.livejournal.com/crossover_hp/66932.html?view=621940#t621940 Honestly read it, it's funny. Back to the band thing..... On Saturday Sepember 29, 2007 I finally roll out of bed at 10:30 AM. Our football team just won a close game the night before (thank God for lucky gloves!) and I have to be back at school at 11:45 to go to our first band competition. I get dressed and pull back my hair before I grab some breakfast and brush my teeth. I step outside into the cool, late morning air, it was going to be so hot in the uniforms latter, and I wasn't looking forard to it. We (my mom and I) get to school and I get on a bus and go to Green high school. It's not a long ride, but when is a bus ever enjoyable? When we (the whole band) get there, we put on our uniforms and as I thought, it was a little uncomfortable in direct sunlight. I try to tune my flute but it's so stubborn when it's hot, one minute it's almost perfect, the next it's just painful to listen to. We never do well at the first competiton, so I don't expect anthing. We approach the field for performance, for some this is thier first competiton ever, they were really nervous and it's so hard to make nervous people feel better, and nerves can be your enemy. Nerves don't hit me until the music starts. I get to my spot a little too soon here, I can't play right there...... We don't get to stick around to get the results of our performance, we have to be at Ironton high school for another competition. When we get there we find out that we won best in our class (which is a shock to us all) but didn't qulify for state. We get off the busses and back into our reched uniforms with the painful hats and wrm up. I adjust my lucky gloves so that they don't interfere with my playing (they're so worn that the fingers have become loose and get stuck under the keys) and go over some major parts in my head. Mr. Jones says that we do better after dark and that we were only a few points from state at our last competition. I still don't have much hope. It's too early in the year and our music is so boring (the music of Howard Hanson) but it would be nice if we did make it. Again we line up to go on the field, and again my nearvs wait for the first not to open fire on my insides. Even with the annoying sickness spreading through my body I knew at least I was doing better that that morning. A few mistakes here and there, 'at least I sound Ok' I tell myself. Finaly we get off the field, out of the uniforms, and into the stands. I don't get to see many bands because the consession stand line is too long, but of the ones I did see, Hurricane is awesome. They even have a guy color gaurd (flag). They do an amazing job. Finaly it's time for awards. When they reach class B (the class we're in; classes are based on school size) Rachel and I were practically holding our breath. Our percussion and color gaurd don't get any awards, so when they didn't call us for 3rd or 2nd band we were slighly discouraged. Howerver Rachel barly got the words "Mr. Jones is going to be mad at us" out when they announce that Rock Hill is first place band. [in our class] (We go to Rock Hill if for some reason you didn't know). That's one way to lift our spirits. Finally after everything (Hurricane got grad champian) they announce who got suppior ratings and would go on to state. Guess who they announce first. ROCK HILL!!! Ah but I should have known it would happen, we always qualify at Ironton, and I WAS wearing my lucky gloves..... Well I must be off now, I have school tomorrow...... Rebecca Marshall Rock Hill High School flute player | | |
| "...21,22,23,24 Ok lets go back and play it this time" Can you guess what's going on just from this sentence (pretend the title doesn't give it away)? If you guessed that we're training for an inter-glaticial war, then you were wrong, though war might be more fun, I've recently survived my 4th year of band camp. This year we have 2 shows: Howard Hanson, for competitions, and Kiss, for football games. I like the Kiss show better, it's easer and more fun, sometimes I get the song "Shout it Out Loud" stuck in my head. I wish I wore a hat to band camp, I think I fried part of my brain, really my attion span seems shorter. I got to see the Simpsons movie a few days ago, I loved it. Homer did something stupid, ran away, came back making things worse, then fixed the problem and everyone forgot he was the reason things were messed up in the first place. I got batteries for my giga pet (anyone remember giga pets? they were a few years before portable neopets). "Left...left...left, right, left..." You know that it bugs me when the new kids refuse to march, or show up for band camp, or can't play any of their music before the end of the season.......but then I think back to my first year when I complained a lot and was too shy and one of my feet moved faster than the other. Of course when I do that I remember at least trying to march the whole drill and having memorized all the music and being able to play all but a few runs in "Sweet Home Alabama" and my sypathy for them fades a little. So then I think of one of my friends, who had trouble in her first year, but she did have a medical reason......So in the end, I'm still annoyed by some of the rookies in our band. Did I mention that at the high school we now have our own little cubbies to store our instruments in? It's pretty sweet, middle school kids don't get them, they all through their instruments onto a shelf where it gets mixed up with everyone elses and you can't find it anymore. I told you I fried my brain at band camp. "Good job lets do it one more time before we dismiss" So basicaly I've had to get up and be on the field at 8:00 AM during the hottest days of summer where I fried my brain in the sun and was annoyed by people not trying hard enough. That's two weeks of my life condenced into one sentence, that's kinda sad. "BAND DISSMISSED" | | |
| Not much has been going on, I've just been reading Harry Potter waiting for the last book to come out (I've done other things too, like shoping, going to the fair, and just living in general) and as I was reading the fifth book, (Order of the Phoenix) Harry had to think about his career. That's when this little nagging voice in the back of my head started to constantly remind me that I have no plans either. I managed to ignore that voice until I started reading the sixth book (Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince) when he got his O.W.L. results back (O.W.L.s are the test that they have to take) and he found that he didn't score high enough in potions to presue his career as an Auror (dark wizard hunter). I know it's really dorky that I'm using Harry Potter references (and that I'm reading Harry Potter) but it does get the point accross doesn't it? I'm a Junior and I don't know what I really want to do after I graduate (I do know I'm going to college no matter what) and it's annoying, Even more so because others have managed an idea plan for themselves. I need help. | | |
| My little sister has been to 3 vacation bible school programs at different churches. This wouldn't be so bad if she didn't come home and sing the songs everyday. I went a few days at Freedom Babtist church with my cousin, but we didn't have to sing. Everyday, Abbie would sit with her little microphone and sing her bible-y Jesus songs, and she doesn't sing that well. From my youth (hehe I'm not even 18 and listen to how I talk!!) I remember only one small part of one bible school song, "Racing for the Crown of Life". I remember they had an actuall racecar there that year, and I remember not really careing because I'm not a raceing fan, I don't even know why I remember this, I guess it's just one of those things.... So I went to one of the Bible School programs, even though I didn't want to, I heard the songs all week and didn't really want to hear them again. The only truly thing special about that day was that that morning Abbie and her friend were babtized in the filthy creek in front of that church (Woodland Chaple). So the theme of that VBS was something like "Make a Splash for Jesus". There was an annoying little skit about a penguin called "JP" at some water park. All the kids sang and did hand motions and then it was over. I skiped the Freedom Babtist program, the theme there was some sort of western thing....I dunno. And I'm sorry to say that I have no idea what so ever what the theme of that first bible school was. Ok now I've told you stuff, so share one of your church or Jesus related memories with me, especally if they happend recently | | |
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