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Post by Angie on Sept 25, 2006 16:22:42 GMT -5
Today was a very slow day at school, so I started daydreaming in math class. My mind was wandering without words, and I suddenly got a picture of a starry night sky, which is the most inspirational thing to me in the world, for some reason. I felt the urge to write, which I haven't truly felt in AGES. I started thinking to try to figure out something to write about, and my mind was drawing a blank. Finally I went back to the starry sky image and decided to write a descriptive piece about my happy place. I got a whole page, and I still want to do a couple more paragraphs about some more aspects of it. It's extremely cliched (apparently I have a very naturally cliched mind because I wrote it exactly how I imagine it) and is written quite simply, so I won't bother posting it on the guild. I just wanted to note that I actually wrote something today, which is surprising if you know that I've totally given up on writing. *nods*
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Post by Gil Alexander on Sept 25, 2006 17:02:03 GMT -5
That's awesome, Angie. I know it can feel so good to write something, no matter how stinky after such a long time under block. I'd like to read it someday.  |
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Post by Angie on Sept 25, 2006 17:07:47 GMT -5
After I finish it, I'm going to type it up and keep it in my school binder for those days when I just feel like crap. It will help bring me to my happy place. But then again, I'll probably start critiquing my writing style and feel worse. . . You really don't want to read it, trust me.  |
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Post by Angie on Sept 26, 2006 18:19:44 GMT -5
I was in a very odd mood this morning after band. I just got out a piece of paper and started writing - I got almost whole page front and back of rants and stuff about band, and I was wording things very strangely. . . Anyway, here it is (forgive the typos - I'm going fast and not looking at the screen for spelling mistakes): Sometimes this year I do perhaps get a bit too bossy, but it really is just because I want the band, the flutes especially, to be the best it can possibly be. Maybe I just see the potential for ability and am blind to the lack of potential for attitude when, in fact, the latter potential is the only thing that matters at all. Though at it's most apparent point, my frustration directs itself toward the lazy or incompetant fellows by whom I'm surrounded every day, I actually direct it at myself tenfold. The worst times are those when my mistakes are the fault of my own stupidity, and realizing this is like a stab in the heart. One thing I cannot stand is when I am as far below my best as I was today, and I end up giving the appearance, to others and rather to myself as well, that I am not working as hard as I should and can. Don't misinterpret what I'm saying, however, for I am far from gifted with the skills needed to excell in a marching band. I am a junior, an upperclassman, just one year away from being a senior and section head, from being an official leader. This is a terrifying thought for me because many, or perhaps even most, of the lowerclassmen look better than me when marching. Though I do not have the physical capabilities and coordination that a junior or senior marcher should have, I do understand all the skills in theory (even if my mind may lapse from this knowledge when I stop concentrating fully for a few moments, as happened this morning), so I now must vent my frustration even further at the fact that the younger band members have trouble realizing that this is actually quite the possible scenario. Some may follow the saying "Lead by example," but if that's not possible, one may remember this one instead: "Those who can't, teach." But that's just hopeful thinking on my part, I suppose. I don't blame the younger ones for not wanting to follow someone who is incapable of fully practicing what they preach - I know I would be very skeptical myself. Perhaps next year I should take on a partner in leading - I can do the lectures and whatnot, and Samantha can be the physical example. Somehow I don't see this working out well. So yeah, there was my weird mood this morning. |
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Post by eakyra on Sept 26, 2006 20:53:00 GMT -5
Thats very, smart. Thats the word. Smart.
Your smart Angie.
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Post by Angie on Sept 26, 2006 20:53:32 GMT -5
Lol, sarcasm, I sense? |
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Post by eakyra on Sept 26, 2006 21:00:22 GMT -5
None at all. Dead Serious. That was just really insightful. It sounded like it was comming from some proffessors daily journal or something.
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Post by Angie on Sept 26, 2006 21:03:52 GMT -5
Lol, that's funny - I'm going to be a teacher someday. |
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Post by eakyra on Sept 27, 2006 10:42:24 GMT -5
There ya go.
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Post by Angie on Oct 1, 2006 13:24:54 GMT -5
Yesterday we went to our first marching contest of the year. This is my account of the day. On the way up, I started looking out the window as I listened to my music. Just outside of town, I noticed some patches of yellow wildflowers (not unlike these www.acclaimimages.com/_gallery/_SM/0025-0507-1418-2437_SM.jpg ), and I made a sort of game to see when they would stop showing up. Every time I thought they'd stopped, a whole field of them would come up. They went all the way from here up to the city, which is like a two hour drive. ;D We performed in the hottest part of the day, and it was extremely sunny and hot, and our dark uniforms absorb heat. And our show's almost ten minutes long, and the vast majority of it is about 160 beats per minute. If you're in band, you know how fast that is to march to. After we marched off, I didn't know whether I would puke or faint first. I was out of breath for fifteen minutes. After we ate supper, we all went into the stands to watch the last few bands and wait for the awards. I got a sunburn. Some of those bands were INCREDIBLE - if you're ever in Oklahoma and get a chance to see Broken Arrow's band, DO IT. They're like at the professional level, and they won all the top awards. When they got all the drum majors onto the track for awards, we got second place in our class (classes are like different sizes of schools, basically) and an award for best visuals in class. ;D And then we made history - we made finals for the first time in the history of this contest. I was in tears, and I was shaking when they said our name. ;D AND when we massed (all the bands march onto the field while the drumlines stand on the track playing one really really loud kadence) after everyone performed at finals, we got 11th out of twelve, beating Guthrie. Now just to beat Shawnee, who got sixth place, like we did my freshman year.  ;D So yeah, that's why I wasn't online yesterday. ;D Oh, and when I took my shower, I realized that I can sing like Judy Garland. Not nearly as good, but the same vocal range and same vibrato and stuff. |
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Post by Angie on Oct 1, 2006 14:59:05 GMT -5
I'm really pissed off at myself right now. Why, I'm not sure, but I just want to scream. |
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Post by AshVersion2 on Oct 1, 2006 15:00:28 GMT -5
*hugs* Mood swing? Teenage angst?
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Post by Angie on Oct 1, 2006 15:08:09 GMT -5
Nothing should be bothering me right now, and it's not PMS or anything. I guess I'm just sleepy from last night or something. *shrugs*
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Post by AshVersion2 on Oct 1, 2006 15:11:31 GMT -5
*more huggyness* I get that too. It sucks butt. |
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Post by Angie on Oct 1, 2006 15:15:45 GMT -5
AND I have school tomorrow. I'm going to live up to that cat quiz, I think. |
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