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[Jul. 7th, 2009|11:13 pm] |
I have the most awesome girlfriend in the universe. She is the best and I am completely head over heels in love with her. The end. :] Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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| Homecoming |
[May. 8th, 2009|03:38 am] |
We see the end of a beginning drawing near. Things are changing. Life is different now. Friends are leaving, and friends are staying. Villiage looks the same, but all the doors open to empty rooms. Eerie feeling, around the village. Apprehensive feelings, in the village. Change is in the future. Change is everday. This is not different. This is last year. We did this last year. New school soon. New people soon? Does every school have one of everyone? Are these bonds exclusive? This feels like June 5th 2008. These moments are all the same. People come and people go. Which ones matter? Time will show. This is time. This is different. This is not different at all. This is repitition. The motive is the same. The octave changes. The rhythm changes. Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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[Apr. 28th, 2009|11:41 pm] |
Wow it felt good to work with Mr. Metzger and Gerald. Finally working clinicians and getting some good comments was a lot of help. In the past I have always I have always gotten comments based things I already knew, but I just wasn't doing successfully. So this is very refreshing to find out that I have moved on to a new level of playing. Oh Pfeiffer. 
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| Purple Pudding |
[Apr. 18th, 2009|01:52 pm] |
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I get really frustrated with the fact that my university has no standards. It doesn't matter how hard you work here. You can do as little as possible and still get the same degree as everyone else. My advice, go to a school that will make you work. Although I'm frustrated, I am really glad that I found this:
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| Sleepy |
[Apr. 16th, 2009|08:05 pm] |
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I slept a lot today. My lesson was cut short for the handbell chior concert. Not too big of a deal now for a cup of tea and some work on Finale. 
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| It is pretty cool, so you know |
[Apr. 15th, 2009|07:46 pm] |
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So I took a nap today. I slept until five after four. I slept through my alarm and woke up to Dan knocking on my door. I was late to wind ensemble. Mr. Kiefer wasn't mad at all. Today is good. 
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| Home? Break? |
[Dec. 18th, 2008|11:59 pm] |
My first semester away at college has come to a close. I made it through alive, and without too many bumps and bruises. Ah what great reward to have nearly a month back at 'home' with the family. i believe that my stress levels have risen to heights I couldn't even imagine during finals. This place has gotten so ridiculous. Everything is the end of the world. And my dorm room was WAAAY cleaner. However the thing that really bothers me is having to be around a stubborn adolescent who absolutely refuses to do what she is asked to do. How in the world can one person be so lazy? How do you sit on the computer for 12 HOURS?! And most importantly; when did YOU become OUR landlord?! You don't do anything to help around the house. You barely ever go to school. At what point did you decide that the two people who do everything for you aren't worth listening to or respecting? How come everyone is being mean to you, unless they are giving you something? Why do you insist on invading everyone's privacy while wishing to maintain your own?
How do I work all semester and come out with a 2.8 gpa, and the girl who didn't do anything outside of drinking and whoring around has a 3.3? She didn't practice. She didn't even show up to her jury! It's frustrating to be 'home', yet being around certain people at school can be just as irritating.
Am I destined to always be bothered by people? |
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| I mean really |
[Oct. 16th, 2008|01:58 am] |
There is always going to be something to be unhappy about with our government. There is no perfect government. I just feel like the people of the new millennium are to scared to revolt, so why don't we just learn to work with what we have? Ok, cool, vote, but after the election things aren't going to change just because you complain. Things might just run a bit more smoothly if people channel their "cheat the system" energy into "make the system work" energy.
Call me a "sell out" or a "corporate slave" all you want, but until there is another revolution everyone who is "fighting the power" is simply making things hard on themselves by their own hand.
Something can be learned from everyone. Sometimes we learn how to, sometimes we learn how not to. No one has the absolute answer to fixing our government, or to religion, diet, or even intoxication. Everyone wants to be so absolute and definite about everything. Yet no one wants to listen to the other side. No one wants to try the oppositions ideas. If you've never eaten a cheeseburger, you don't ever know that you don't like cheeseburgers. Sometimes alternative lifestyles aren't the way to go. Maybe what gets attention for you isn't going to make you happy. God forbid everyone from my generation doesn't swim against the current on every issue in the news. |
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| WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!? |
[Oct. 14th, 2008|03:50 pm] |
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Holy freaking crap what is your deal? You ignore EVERYONE except your new boyfriend (I can't put a name because it is always changing) and you blame the fact that you are always separated, on everyone else! Every time I come into this house you disappear into your room. I guess I'm the one ignoring you. You don't eat dinner with the family. You don't spend time with the family at home. We are ignoring you. You fight with the family over the phone and computer so that you can talk with all of your friends, but you accuse me of making everything I do priority to family. Bullshit. You are so bothered by your own weaknesses and faults that you have to blame them on everyone else. You are being an idiot. You are why adults have stereotypes of teenagers. You are why men make sexist jokes. Shut the fuck up and look in a mirror for once! I don't give a shit if you see this. I halfway hope you do. You need to understand that being a teenager DOES NOT mean being a shit-head. If you would just get over yourself and think about how much you shut yourself off from society; you wouldn't have to be such a turd to everyone. You try and pretend that the world hates you and that your life is so terrible. "ohh my parents ignore me. my brother ignores me. my family doesn't listen to me." Wahh wahh wahh. Shut UP! If we really ignored you and really didn't listen, you wouldn't eat. the reason you feel 'ignored' is because you don't let people pay attention to you. This is a classic case of the pot calling the kettle black. |
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| All of you are hilarious |
[Sep. 1st, 2008|10:54 pm] |
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I sometimes wish I was meaner. Like mean enough to post any of the past three things I've typed. Because they were all hilarious. But I guess it would make me an ass. |
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| Thoughts |
[Aug. 29th, 2008|09:49 pm] |
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I get to see Amanda soon!
Being back home is slightly odd, and makes living on my own seem a bit odd.
I'm kind of sore. This is a good thing.
None of you are being discrete at all. One day you'll regret pushing some people away to make room for your egos. Just watch.
"I'll tell you something. I'm older than those guys. No one was talking about all that junk when I was in school, and I turned out to be an ok player. I'm about the sound of the instrument."
This is true.
Playing with two pedals doesn't make you a better player, just more of a wuss for having to use two feet.
I left my alarm clock set for 7:00 am when I left school for the weekend.
Oops. |
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| Things are weird |
[Aug. 25th, 2008|12:57 am] |
Life is good. Really it is. It's odd not being around Amanda as much recently, but we keep in touch and I'll see her again soon enough. We can definitely get through this separation. Although I miss her dearly; everything will be fine.
I guess what I'm really talking about is the fact that I really am starting the rest of my life, and I really am setting the habits and trends that I'll follow for the rest of my musical career. Weird, huh?
I guess whats really weird is coming to terms with the reality of being replaced as a musician. I wish all of you guys the best, but although it's weird to know that you will be playing without me, it is good to know that you were blowing smoke up my ass when you all talked about how "you can't replace a Will." Well, thanks guys. I guess we had a few fun times.
I'm tired of wasting dollar after dollar on something that still hasn't yielded any profit, and doesn't really show any signs of getting to that stage for the next year or so. If you all become filthy rich off of this, let me know and I'll eat my words. Until each member of the band is going home with three digits a night, I'll stick to getting my education. I'm sorry, but I'm just not ok with being broke for a few years in exchange for a year or two of barely national fame, and little to no fortune. I have found my place for the next four years. |
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| Surrounded by Stupid |
[Aug. 14th, 2008|03:17 pm] |
Some people can't quite wrap their heads around the fact that they aren't quite what they think they are.
Mommy and Daddy's opinions do not count.
Get over yourself.
Why don't the other three of you see it?
We have always gotten complaints about you live. |
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| Today was odd. |
[Aug. 13th, 2008|03:35 am] |
I woke up, and the drama began.
I told Jared what I really thought about how big of a turd he is... and he turned into a love robot?
No shit.
But the moral of the story is; if you feel like I don't quite like you or aren't talking to you for a reason, well you could be right.
Sorry.
But it's true.
Everyone thinks it. I'm just the only one to say it.
I'm not an asshole, you're all just liars. |
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| We've all seen the goat, now get it out from between your legs. |
[Aug. 5th, 2008|02:19 pm] |
One would think that being as sleezy and creepy as you are means you shouldn't talk about people the way you do.
What goes on in my bedroom is NOT YOUR BUSINESS.
You have no room to spread shit about why I'm with my girlfriend. Because you obviously have no clue
I'm sorry that my relationship is healthy, and you can't wrap your head around the idea that the girl you think you are with doesn't care about you.
Guys like you make me want you keep my little sister locked up in this house until she is 35.
You are so sketchy with girls. Yet keep trying to win your ex back. If she only knew half of the shit you've done...
You aren't a fucking pirate. |
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| If you were 14, I would understand. |
[Aug. 2nd, 2008|02:56 am] |
You probably don't read this. And that is probably a good thing. Because you bother me. And I hate conflict. But I do like to vent. So if you are reading and some how figure out that this is about you, I'm kind of sorry. Not entirely sorry, because I really do laugh to the point of agitation when I see how ridiculous you can be. But I do apologize that you stumbled upon this rant.
You act like my thirteen year old little sister. And that would be fine, if you weren't so much older. You throw temper tantrums. You don't listen when people ask you to do something that you don't want to do. You procrastinate worse than anyone I know. You don't question anything that mommy and daddy tell you. You are so arrogant with barely anything to back that attitude up with. You talk such a huge game, and buckle under pressure. You don't learn from other peoples mistakes. Hell, you don't even learn from your own mistakes. You ask for advice nearly everyday, and don't take a bit of it. You need to understand that high school drama IS NOT what life is really about. You talk about being yourself, and still change because people talk about you. You can't be this full of yourself without being better at what you do. You bitch and moan about problems you have, but you know the solution; and you just won't act on it. You have no will power. You are so incredibly irresponsible. You act like you are an expert on everything. You are amazed when shit doesn't go your way, but you know that you caused it. You drive me insane. You change your myspace every fucking hour to match your mood. You talk a lot, but don't walk for shit. |
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| It's Been Fun |
[Apr. 24th, 2008|09:32 pm] |
Well, it hit me. I really just hit me that I will never wear that rack and that drum ever again. I just realized what a huge part of my life is over. I didn't feel it at Havelock. I didn't feel it at the banqeute. I didn't feel it much at championships even. But now it's over. It's really over.
I know that I'm probably the last Blue Regiment senior to write something about my experience marching at EFHS, but I haven't really understood that I was done until just a few moments ago. I was looking through some pictures, and realized that the picture that I was looking at was taken at the very last time that I would ever wear the rack and the snare drum that have been my wallet and watch for the past four years.
A lot has happened over my time in the Blue Regiment. There have been a lot of ups, and twice as many downs. Yet as much as I remember stressing, and yelling; I also remember that feeling of coming off the field or coming off the floor and just knowing that you performed at your personal best for the past seven minutes. I wouldn't change a thing. All the stress and all the fighting are necessary evils in attaining that feeling after a truly great performance.
Four years ago, about this time of year I was coming to EFHS weekly to play with some drumline members and just get acclimated to what would lie ahead. Then came band camp. Which was hell at times, and awesome at others. Then came football games, and competitions, and before I knew it; My first season was over with and I felt no loss at all. Just excitement for the next year. Now, six seasons later I look back and remember my favorite performances and favorite times from each and every season. I never really thought I would be done with marching in the Blue Regiment, but I guess by default; I finally am. Thank you to everyone I have met, every director and instructor that I have worked with, and everyone who stuck by me through the best and worst. These four years have been awesome. I wouldn't change a thing. I love all of you. Thanks for the good times. So long Blue Reggie. |
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| Spring Break |
[Apr. 1st, 2008|10:19 pm] |
Is alright.
Hung out with Jacques at the house on Friday. Hung out with Comer and Deke at the house on Saturday. Nothing on Sunday. Kelly's last night. Hot tub. Bubbles. Brittany betch. Cat lady. Had a sweet shirtless rehearsal out in the lot at east today. I'm pretty excited for this weekend, it's going to feel like a wgi tour and it's going to be so much fun. We have had some awesome help this season and I'm so thankful for all of it. I'm home tonight, hopefully a little bit of hanging out tomorrow night. Either way this weekend is going to be awesome. Downbeat at 8:30 Friday morning for a morning rehearsal before we pack up and make our way to Virginia to party for a night, rehearse all day Saturday for Prelims, hang out real hard Saturday night, and hopefully get to do it one last time at finals on Sunday. I would really like to make finals, but this weekend is going to be so much fun I'll be cool if we don't, as long as we perform to our full potential. It's really weird to think that I have five (well possibly four) more days of drumline... ever. After this it's over. Weird right? I guess I'll find a hobby. Or a job. shit, I don't even know. |
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