Friday Freakouts

This week in general has been really tough. Last night we hosted the Night of Bands and I'm proud to say that I taught my Drum Major how to Hand Jive last night. The fact that I was one of the few who knew how to makes me very pleased. Over all I enjoyed Thursday Night Band exhibition.

Tonight the Hayden Wildcats take on the Walker Vikings in a game we all know is going to suck. Every year we get beat to a pulp at least the band is good. Well we used to be good anyway. This year just seems off, maybe its just me and my hatred for Rookies.

I hate how our band director lies to all our faces and say we do a good job when I know for fact we all suck. This year the rookies are getting babied, thats just down right annoying. Last year I was screamed at, I had to run, and I was given way to many push ups because one person was out of step. This year we have to speak to them like they're newborn babies. Its complete bullshit.

I was fussed at for moving at attention, fixing my hair during prayer, and not being quiet sometimes. This year I've got idiots doing that and when I get on to them I'm the one getting fussed at! Excuse me if I'm trying to do something right. It seems this whole band program is going downhill. The main problem is in my section. The trumpets, flutes, low brass, and percussion dont have dumb idiots like the Clarinets.

No one can get along in this section, everyone wants to run in and no one can work together. I've got a senior who cries all the fucking time and then I've got two gingers trying to actually do something but they get all the blame put on them. Then all the sophomores try to but heads and control people but do you know who has more authority than them? Me. The seating chart goes as written: Head section leader (Senior who cries), Junior co-section leader(To nice to function), Junior co-section leaders (the gingers), Tamara, Me, all the other people who dont understand order.

I'm pretty much in control of the section when some of the section leaders are gone. I've never been in such a horrible group where the underdogs try to take charge and they have no idea what the fuck they're doing. I know what to do and when to do, just like Tamara and the section leaders.I dont get why the rookies go to the dumbest fucking people in our section and ask them stuff. They're wrong and they're always going to be wrong.

The new begining!

Happy October everyone! To celebrate my favorite month I've decided to have a theme for my post.
This weeks theme is *insert drum roll here* Fall festivals.

To start off the week lets get on with it shall we? Today the  topic is about county fairs and what not to wear when you show up.

Everybody knows that when the county fairs come in its time to go out. You get to ride all the rides, see what the farmers and ranchers have been working on and mostly you get to eat the good food of the south. Deep fried everything, that's just how I and many other like it. Fairs are those few nights where you can stuff your face with funnel cakes and fried Oreo with a candy apple until you feel like you're going to explode.

Even though you're going to stuff your face like a hungry man that just got home from being abandoned in sea dont ever dress like it. It amazes me how people show up to these things looking like they have never been in public before.

When you're going out I suggest a cute flannel outfit or hoodie/crew neck sweat shirt set. You'll be cute and comfortable.

Make up= less is more. To much is hideous. You dont want to look like ursula from The Little Mermaid. Just apply some base and you eye makeup with translucent powder to finish it off.

Welcome October

First of may I just add that today is the end of September which means tomorrow will be that start of my favorite month. Yes I'm a huge fear junkie, I live, breathe, sleep Halloween. After all I am the descant of a witch. Don't worry I wont turn you into a frog like my last boyfriend.

October for me is the perfect month, the trees are turning, the air is getting colder, the pumpkins start to come out, and everything just seems better for me. Also maybe its because all the weird things start to happen. Like I said I'm a believer of the paranormal. Urban legends and demons are my thing.

To signify the ending of September I've decided to wear my floral Capri pants and a white shirt with small flowers (I'll have my pictures posted today before 5 CST) but other than I can not wait until I can hasta la vista baby to September.

Football Schedules

Something that really ticks me off is when the football schedulers screw up everything. I think that your first game should be at home against another school that is close to home that everyone can attend. No one should have to drive halfway down the state just to play someone.

Everyone knows that homecoming should be halfway through season, usually after a few away games. Not at the very last home game. That should be senior night, where the seniors on the football team, cheerleaders, band member, and auxiliary members are honored. Its signifying their last time walking on the field as being part of our small community. This is their last time walking on that field in those uniforms haring the crowd cheer for them. Now it's going to lose meaning.

Homecoming you should held after a long period of away games. Not at the end of the the season. By then its to cold and no one has any spirit left. They all just want Halloween to come and that be it.

60 days

Only 60 more days of being fifteen. I honestly cant wait until i can start driving on my own and not have to depend on my mom or friends all the time. The only problem is that i'll still have to ride the bus in the afternoons and mornings seeing that all my friends live on the opposite side of the county from me.

Scarefest: Morning of and the arrival

Waking up at 8:30 when its originally 7:30 is probably the stupidest thing I've ever done. I love sleep so when I say wake me up at 8 i mean wake me up when it's 8 my time, not Kentucky's time. I think I fell asleep in the shower, don't judge me it was warm and relaxing and i was still half asleep when I got out.

I've learnt don't eat a lot of breakfast then get in a car, you will fall asleep. I slept from Bowling Green, Kentucky all the way to a small town outside if Lexington where we ate McDonald's. Rule one of eating in a McDonald's in Kentucky, don't question the coloring. You get awkward stares until you leave.

After I left the all to blue place, we found ourselves driving past the castle that's a hotel. I don't know who stayed in it cause is must've taken a lot of money. I just know that when I attend UK in a few years I'm going to buy a camera and take a hundred pictures of the castle and all the other places surrounding it.

This year and like every year before parking was hell. We drove circles for about thirty minutes throughout downtown Lexington just to find a spot. At least it wasn't crowded with pedestrians like a few years back. Of course being the rebellious teenager I am I decided to go jay walking in stead of finding a cross walk.*

Usually Scarefest isnt crowded but this year it seemed everyone that had enough money to show up did. The line stretched from the ticket booth all they way to the very back where Zak Bagans line started. The wait wasnt that bad but it was still lengthy for me. I've never had to wait so long for this event.

Scarefest 2013: The night before

This year was by far the best year yet when it comes to Scarefest. We left,and when I mean we that includes my mom sisters and best friend, right after the football game and drove up a little past Nashville and stopped for the night.

Before I could leave Friday night I had to do one little thing. That thing was a march in a half time show, dont get me wrong its great but I really wanted to go up to Kentucky! I love Lexington a lot and scarefest is the only time I get to go up and visit. Being the band is fun I guess its kinda hard to explain when you have sucky section leaders.

First quarter comes around and we played a few songs before the drama set in. One section leader, the head one who shoudnt be head, tried to make us do something that not all the clarinets, which was me and two of my other section leaders,didn't want to do. All it is is drama in that section and I cant wait till I can fix all of this. Future Drum Major of the Pride everybody whoop whoop.

By half time everyone was mad and I was ready to bolt but my director wouldn't let me. So during third I sat down with my mom, ate a burger, and kept my mouth shut when other clarinets passed by. But other than that everything else seemed pretty okay.

The best part about that night was the drive to Tennessee. We lost the game blah blah blah. No one cared and i kid you not twenty minutes into the ride my little sister was snoring so we took pictures of her asleep. Then we hit the state line and Emma started to sing random songs and before you knew it I was instagramming everything. Well I attempted, half the pics looked rachet so that stopped.

The hotel was really cold so mom tried the heater and it hadn't been used in so long the smoke alarm went off and woke up a lot of people down our floor. The reason I know this is why my sister was fanning the room out I was sent down the hall to find the prehistoric drink machine I heard many people talking through closed doors. No I didnt stand there and listen, they talk way too loud.

Ugh

Today I guess was horrible. My mom is just so hard on me and then my band director is pushing us to the limit at the moment. But today I learnt that no matter what a person does society tries to push you back into your rightful spot. Its really hard to just go off and be a different person, it takes time and slowly im getting there. Lets just hope my temper doesnt come out soon

I miss band camp a lot because so far thats been the only fun thing. This year band hasnt been the same and im actually thinking about quitting after this year but i've learnt that leaders dont quit so im going to stick with it until the very end.

Do you know what it's like to be someone so quiet? All I ever do is sit with my nose stuck in a book living the same routine; Get up, go to school, go to band, go home. The cycle always repeats itself and it seems like im in a constant loop never breaking or never changing. Until now, now I'm going to start fresh and get through high school with stories to actually tell my kids one day. 

Step one. Break out of my shell.