November's over.

It appears that November is coming to an end, and it wasn't nearly as bad as my other blog implied it would be.
In fact, Nobody Likes November is the total opposite of how things really are.
Novembers was a great month, darn it.
A recap of the wonders of November '07.

1. Marching band championships: We rocked the stadium down, taking home sweepstakes and first place guard and percussion.
2. The first productive GSA meeting: wow. We got something done, and man it was great.
3. My trip to New York: Not much to say, it was a really fun trip and I'm glad I got to go.
4. My grades: Freak yeah, 12 week grades! I got six As and one B. Best grades I've ever gotten. EVER.

So, basically, November was a great month (darn it).
I might have to change the name of my other blog, but then again, why bother?
Too lazy in December, anyways.


Got your own November stories?
Post them in a blog comment!

Things to think about.

questions that run through my head.

Can you put chapstick on dry elbows?
How do you associate music? (see myspace bulletin.)
Does everything happen for a reason or do people just spin things the way they work?
What if you weren't allowed to have friends?
Why do you forget the most important things and the most important times?
Could cavemen think if they couldn't talk?

Netflix.

I don't have Netflix.
I should get Netflix.
If I had Netflix, here's what would be on my list.

Joan of Arcadia full season 1 and 2
Battle Royale
RocketBoy
Signe (sp?) Chanel Season 1
Boys Don't Cry
TransAmerica

TO BE CONTINUED.

Torie and Shawnee.

This is a story about Torie and Shawnee.
(Shawnee doesn't exist.)

Once upon a time, a girl named Shawnee needed a spatula, so she went to a spatula boutique to get one. There was a British girl working there, and her name was Torie.
"Hi, uhm, I need a really durable spatula, what have you got?" Shawnee asked her seductively. Torie could hardly choke out the words "I'm afraid all we've got is this little one..." she couldn't contain herself in adding "but I'll flip your pancakes any day..."
Shawnee didn't seem to mind, but she did, however say, "my girlfriend will have something to say about that, my dear, but why don't you take me to the back and show me how it's done?" Torie happily obliged.
The two of them went in the back room of the spatula boutique and Torie flipped Shawnees's pancakes allllll night long.

FIN.

rules.

just some rules I have accumulated/fabricated over the years.
I will be adding more.
Feel free to add your own as well.

General Rules
If it's the last night of anything, sleep naked or as close to naked as possible.
Sleep naked whenever you want, actually.
Only wear makeup at night events. (full rule in a previous posting)
Don't argue with stepmothers.

City Rules
Always ask policemen what's going on, not regular people.
As a tourist, don't point at things. It makes you look stupid.

Dining Rules

Try not to mispronounce French foods.
Stop eating when you're full.

Outdoor Mallets.

So today being our final day of this marching band season, our band instructor decides to finally get us bass drum mallets that are meant for the outdoors.
To quote at least 17 people "It was like it was Christmas or something."



When I heard we had new mallets, I literally sprinted into the band room screaming "oh my god, oh my god," as I went.
Who would have thought that stick and felt could make four people so very very happy?
Well, unfortunately, the season is over, and the only time we'll get to use these new mallets from now until early august is the Monday middle school performance (which I won't be at) and the two parades.
Then it's the winter percussion season, where we'll be using the indoor mallets that we had been using thus far this season.

Tonight was really really really fantastic.
Actually, the whole day was really really fantastic.
We threw down on that field tonight.
We gave it the best and gave off our vibe.
We played with balls.
And obviously the judges sided with us in that we were winners.
We got first place percussion, first place colorgaurd, second place woodwinds, second place brass, overall effect sweepstakes, and then field sweepstakes.
We TIED field sweepstakes, dude.
somehow, we both got a 92.3 (I think?) so we both won.
This season has been so rewarding.
I've got muscles and I'm a wayyyyy better drummer now.
I made a gajillion friends and not one of them are band "geeks".

Kids, don't do marching band.
When your parents say "try it out for a year and quit if you don't like it," refuse.
You WILL get hooked and you WILL fall in love with it.
And then you're stuck with it for the rest of high school.
You will NOT have a life, you will NOT have time for homework, and sometimes you will NOT have fun.
But good gosh, you love it.

Hannukah/Birthday/No Occasion Wishlist

Just some gift suggestions.
This is mainly for my family to read.
Or if you ever need an idea.

Hand knit sweater
Across The Universe soundtrack
A mixtape CD with the songs in my Myspace blog
Some nice tee shirts (Headline Tee Shirts? =])
Boxers
Zippers (for sewing)
Cotton print/solid fabric
Stretch knit Jersey fabric (solid)
Tilly and the Wall/Jets to Brazil/Mirah/Rilo Kiley CDs
A new cappo
Good drumsticks
Canson drawing pad (NOT sketch)
Cash
Barnes&Noble/Borders giftcard

You should know:

Ironic or irrelevant facts that I discover about myself at the most inconvenient moments.

I burp a lot.

If I don't drench myself in bug spray in the mountains, I will get eaten alive by mosquitoes.

I bruise easily.
Very easily.
I also fall easily.
Very easily.

I tend to let my mind wander.

I know how to do a lot of things, but I'm not specifically really good at any one thing.
Example: I can knit, sew and crochet.
I've been knitting the same scarf for three years, all I can crochet is a treble, and the most complicated thing I've sewn is a short that's falling apart.

I hate having to wear pants.
I'd like to go around in boxers or panties all day, but they'd be cold and make me look fat.

I'm extremely ticklish and being touched makes me squeemish.
I do, however love affection.
Terribly ironic, huh?

My nose is always cold and my fingers are cold 98% of the time.

I hate the learning process but I like knowing things.
Again, terribly ironic.

I hate haircuts because they're itchy.
I like haircuts because they make you look different but without much sacrifice.
And I like that they get rid of damaged ends.

My general rule of thumb: Wear makeup every holiday or evening event. Never wear it otherwise (unless bored).
It makes evening events and holidays more exciting for the people around you because they aren't used to it.
More special to them, I've noticed.

I have the messiest bedroom out of anyones room I've ever seen, and I'm totally disorganized, but I absolutely hate germs.

I tend to think outloud, and sometimes it's difficult for me not to whisper my thoughts. When I force myself to think inside my head, I can't multitask. Only idiots can't think and blow their nose at the same time...

I like down comforters because they preserve your body heat. If you get up to pee, you come back to a still warm blanket. Wonderful!

Sometimes, my brain goes nuts and starts analyzing things saying "whats the farthest place these shoes have been?" "How many places has this shirt been?" "What momentous event has occurred while wearing these panties?"

I'm kind of self conscious of my singing, but I do it a lot. When I sing in the car or something and someone comes in right after I stop, I'm always scared that my words are still lingering and they can feel them, but I know that's not possible. I just visualize them walking into my words.

All In Your Head

It appears that everything is all in your mind.
You think what you choose to, so why can't you feel, see, hear, and smell what you want to believe is there?
Tea, no matter how much caffeine is in it, will calm you if you believe it.
Sugar or caffeine free soda will get you hyped.
Virgin beverages can get you drunk.
The same thing can go for anything (that is, if you want it to).

SIGHT
Now let's see, what did we learn in Biology?
The color in plants is green because a plant absorbs all the colors in white light except green.
Since the plant isn't using the green, it reflects back up into your eyes.
Well, I'm no expert, and i haven't learned this yet, but I'm assuming that it works that way with non-plant things too, like cars or photographs.
let's say it does.
Can science prove that everyones green is the same?
Everyones eye is different, that's why they have retinal ID scanning.
What they scan is the iris, and I know that the iris has nothing to do with actually seeing, but perhaps there are smaller differences inside the eye.
Little things that may affect color.
Something that says that person As green is what color person B would see as purple, and person Bs green is person As orange.
There really is no way to test that.
You can't ask someone to describe a color.
The dictionary defines green as "the color of growing grass."
It doesn't say who's growing grass though.
Perhaps colors are relative.
That proves nothing.

EMOTION/THOUGHTS
When you start to believe the psychiatrist:
Maybe if you think you're happy, you are happy.
I started to wonder why that was.
Well, if you fill up your noggin believing that you're happy, there's no room for sad to get it.
If you were sad, thinking about happy pushes the sad right out.
In that sense, emotion is an aggressive thing.
Maybe when people say "be strong" they mean "engage your emotions".
And it isn't really just emotions either, it's thoughts as well.
In the preambulatory statement, I mention tea, soda and non-alcoholic drinks.
Taking tea a step further:
Tea is perceived to be a relaxing drink.
"British people drink tea. British people are perceived to be calm. Therefore, if I drink tea, I will be calm, like the British."
Sipping a mug of highly caffeinated chamomile, you start to feel yourself begin to relax.
It doesn't matter that it's got loads of caffeine.
you believe it will calm you and it does.
so when you think about it, your thoughts control everything you do and feel.
Such power you have over yourself, and such power you hold above your own head.

TO BE CONTINUED

P.S.
These are all actually just thoughts floating around in my head. All questions posed are genuine. If you have an answer to them, I really DO want to hear it. Thank you.

A personal blog.

This is for anything that doesn't fall under the Fashion, Music, Art, or Culinary categories, because those go in my other blog, Nobody Likes November.
True, Nobody Likes November also claims to include Personal Life, but I'd rather put that here.
So in honor of my new blog, I made a picture in paint.


BAM.
Bye.