BoA

Alright, so by now, most people know that our marching band is going to Ohio for the Bands of America competition this weekend. That means 16-18 hours of time on a charter bus, 2 nights packed into a 4-people-per-rooms Holiday Inn, and of course, plenty of nervous stomach aches. Needless to say, this is sure to be one of the coolest experiences of me and my fellow freshmens' young lives. Okay, maybe going to Ohio for the weekend isn't so exciting, but it's being with our band peers for an entire weekend and being away from our parents that makes this trip so anticipated. That, and the fact that this is the rookies' first badn trip/competition. Ever. Wish us luck!!!

heh. school.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!
Heh, I just felt like typing something obnoxious. anyways...
Today's been bad, ya'll. Most days are bad. Actually, that's a lie. Most days are pretty good, considering how much I love living. But today was bad. The painstakingly-terrible stomach aches that I've been having for... (3/4 years now?) Decided that today would be a good day to resurface and make my day go down the toilet. At first, it was just a little grumble grumble in my lower back/stomach area. But now, here I am, at home after school, sitting in agony as each familiar wave of raw pain creeps through my mid-section and leaves in its wake a breeze of cold sweat and goose bumps. Yeah. Not fun. The doctor always thinks it's the same thing, but I'm not so sure. Especially if the meds she gave me aren't working. Well, the side effects are working fine. Extreme drowsiness, dizziness, unusual excitement, mellowness, loss of hearing, loss of eyesight, etc.
So, why am I typing this blog post while I'm enduring said pain (or could be working on my homework?)? To be honest, It's because I feel guilty that I never really made this blog a blog-blog, ya blog? (bun dun chzzz). And I guess I just wanted to say that (aside from today's festivities), I'm loving my life and all the people in it. Yep, that means you!!

P.S. Homecoming is next Friday! If I remember, I'll blog about that next week!!!

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Spring Break '10 - Tink and Lillie

So I realized something the other day...

1. Inspiration for writing poems can come from the most random of words
2. You shouldn't rush someone into something - especially when you see them every day and think about just how lucky you are that you're even in their life (or they in yours)
3. Enjoy your friends. They won't be around forever. (Same goes with family)
4. Set dramatic issues aside and focus on what's really important. It doesn't mean you have to forget about them.
5. References to drugs, racism, and rape are never good - no matter how many times you use them in your daily play-talk. (Never forget that.)



Amehdilla

Tinker and Lilly

In memory of Bloop and Charlie

Bloop and Charlie were two very special balloons that will forever be missed. Bloop, the older of the two, was a creation of Kristi. His yellow exterior was nothing compared to his [mostly] hollow heart [insides]. He was rather large in size, and sported "Kristi", "Bloop", and a face like =P on his body. Bloop was here on Earth with us for a total of about 50 minutes, from the beginning to the end of first period science on this day of March 3, 2010. His remains are located inside a transparent sealed pocket in Kristi's notebook, along with a few words of memory, including "Bloop", "3/3/10", and "Sci1". Bloop will be missed.
Charlie, the young, chipper balloon baby was a joint creation of Jake and Kristi (Jake blew it up and Kristi tied the end). Jake was the one to write the little blue boy's name and tiny face onto his rubbery skin. Charlie was safe, until after lunch, when he was said to have been popped. There weren't any ear-witnesses, but we were all still heartbroken at the idea that little Charlie was gone forever. Shortly after we were getting over our grief, we realized that it was all just a hoax, and Charlie was hiding in the corner, behind an old over-head projector! The child was safe. *phew*. It was decided that Jake would take the balloon to 4th period. But Charlie never made it there. Before they could get there, Charlie was murdered. His remains reside with his older half-brother (Bloop) in Kristi's notebook. His memorial words are "Charlie", "MA3", and "3/3/10".
To Charlie and Bloop: We love you! <3


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