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| My microwave is possessed by the devil.
If there's power flowing to it, it'll start beeping obnoxiously and writing us crazy messages on it's screen. Sometimes it'll just start to cook itself from the inside out, trying to commit microwave suicide. It'll hold our sandwiches, chickens, tacos, and anything else we could possibly want to eat minutes over the time we set, cooking them to a finely burnt crisp. Ham and cheese sandwiches turn into bacon and cheese soup with large croutons... Today at dinner it didn't even want to work, so we were postponed dinner until it did.
I'm thinking a new microwave is in order. I'm using the oven till then.
We gave Houdini the cat to the humane society today. i'm going to miss that kitty. | | |
| My fourth and final week of band camp is finally over...
I've got a lot more "..and one time at band camp!'s" and another layer of tan on my skin.
Boo @ Mr. Varn for not lettings us do any Senior pranks :(.
but eh. Doing and watching a bunch of stuff in the variety show, was laughing most of the time at band camp, trumpet drama and turns are frustrating... met a bunch of people (that I can't remember the names of at this point -- there are a million katies in the freshman class), gross showers, smelly lodge : \, the gerbil song, kevin and mike are hilarious, planning out pranks we weren't allowed to do, eating ice cream and playing euchre and egyptian ratscrew with kave and steph, them helping me realize that I can't spread my mono at this point, teaching erin how to play euchre, seeing a buncha people on wednesday night that AREN'T in band, having my lips feel like they're being destroyed from the inside out, teaching freshman how to play music, not feeling like a senior, paying for the postage that heather was too cheap to pay for ;P, not having enough socks and only one pair of shoes :(, the sheep banner, the junky dance, eating hot dogs with people and the hayride, rent parody, adam looking like hitler + mr.varn, theme nights, senior girl stackage, getting to know people better + stuff, obnoxious wake up calls in the morning, starting our own marching band, window heckling, water fights + arguements with beth, senior dudes. + more.
i want pictures.
birthday in less than a month!
the end of my band camp entry. har har har!
p.s. muse has a new CD! four years and it's british genius!
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| Be lazy, he says. Don't play trumpet, he says. Stop kissing people, he says. I ain't been kissin' nobody! I say.
Doctor's orders.
Doctor also played the Bb trumpet, sirs & madams, and has the same Mediterranean disease that I have, he was somewhat friendly, too. It's like I saw myself in the future.
This is not to say I'm going to become a balding bispectacled old man who works in the ER and declares people with "infundibuliform jowls" and the like, because although that sounds like much fun, I'd rather do something else (I'd probably get fired for creativity anyways, there's no room for jokes when announcing a patient their ailments).
He came in and told me up straight. My strep results came back with a big fat negative, and my mononucleosis results came back with a big plus sign.
I'm on Marching Band hiatus, a thing I can honestly say I hate, but will get over. I'm not sure if I'll be able to go to band camp.
And you know one more thing this strikes off my list?
Any potential relationships for the next some years. As if it wasn't hard enough to find a girl with the right brains and looks, now I've got to find one that has had mono, too.
Oh well. Life will go on, in the single lane.
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| This past week has been a continous, drawn out headache. Literally. I've had a 102 degree temperature since at least Monday, with an aching throat, enlarged lymph glands, and a headache often associated with dizziness that never goes away. Not much of an appetite for food, but I've been drinking enough water to fill up at least one or two water silos per day, and my brain feels like it's falling apart when I wake up.
Waking up every morning at 6:00 so I can go to summer chemistry doesn't really help either. I look pale and yellow, like I just awoke from recent death, but chemistry is actually pretty interesting. Getting there is problematic: It's hot, I feel completely sick and want to go sleep, and so often times this week I've been late, which adds some guilt. This thirty minute timespan, in the car, is usually about the time I start to curse and reflect on my existence and past mistakes. Chemistry is actually pretty nice, we have three people total in the class now, and I'm probably learning a lot more than even if I took honors chemistry. Only two weeks left though, and I'm actually really anxious for it to be over and finished with. I like staying up late during the summer.
I've put script reading on hold, I've almost lost hope in finding a decent comedic one act play for amateurs. I'm going to have to look elsewhere. Instead, I'm reading Frank Herberts Dune. It figures that instead of doing something somewhat productive, that is for example, reading scripts, instead I read a novel.
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| This morning I woke up with nothing to do. So maybe I didn't have nothing at all to do, I could have probably sold that stuff on E-bay for Sam (ex-employer from the job I quit) like I've been meaning to get around to, get on the computer and review all three-hundred and twelve of my unread college e-mail (edit: make that three-hundred fourteen), while I'm at it sign up for the SAT AGAIN (because somehow I forgot about the appointed date the first time), check my seven kajillion real live physical college letters sitting in my emptied A+ Certification bag in my room, read a book, summer chem homework, pick some locks, eat cheese etc. etc.
INSTEAD I went back to sleep, after sleeping a delightful 10 hours (I went to bed way late, btw. 2:00 am). I would have liked to go to Church, seeing as how I haven't been to one in a long time, and God knows I have sins to repent for, I'd be a putz to admit otherwise, but (quote I heard once) going to Church makes you as much Christian as going to the garage makes you a car. Actually, I'm just not sure where to begin. Two reluctant excuses :\.
Well, lets call it a fit of sickness or slight dehabilitation that I didn't do what I was supposed to do, and let's call it a prolonged fit, 'cause I haven't done any of it in the past month or so. Okay, so that's a lie, I have done a good number of things I should have, I wanted to, and felt needed to be done. So thus, I am not completely lacking responsibility.
Something about the word "however," doesn't ever sound right to me. So we'll be using another word, "fish."
Fish, this is what I'm worried about. I can identify precisely where I go wrong in what I do. This isn't a big moral problem, but just a small one, that causes a whole traffic jam of other ones.
I suggest to you, a new breed of human! A breed of "lackers," or slacker, with the 's' on the end. Those who wish to stay as far away from responsibility, and yet, can not compel themselves to NOT accept every bit of it possible, and therefore end up going crazy from stress, people, and the daily nuances of real life. Oftentimes, we only do what is in our best interest, we are quite self-centered in some occasions, eh? Procrastination? All over that. Or at least, most of the time. We're a dissillusioned breed, often thinking of grandeur.
No. This isn't depression. Just dissillusionment. What're the reasons people like me exist, and to what purpose do we torture ourselves? Quite possibly this mad race for perfectionism that we're all so obsessed with. Not a bad goal, just a stupid one (in some aspects, I'm not going to go into the Religious side, (even though it ties heavily into RL)). Or maybe it's popular opinion? Oh wait, maybe it's both?
I myself, have decided to have nothing to do with this new race, fish, now to actually getting around to denouncing myself from this new breed...
of course... only if I would finish everything else I need to finish.
p.s. Wicked was amazing. It's a little late coming, but I can't stop listening to the music now. Yes, yes, popular stereotype of the musical listening male?
Not just in my case, but get over it already. Most of us.. Okay, some of us... I'm straight.
p.p.s. if you got this far, I congratulate you.
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