obnoxious

Really? It's my car. I'm the one that's doing YOU a favor. If I want to give someone else a ride, too, then I can. If you don't like them, tough. Stop sending your tidal waves of animosity throughout the entire car, because it only makes things worse. And when you say you need to go RIGHT NOW I assume you mean RIGHT NOW. So forgive me when, as you're standing outside the car with your boyfriend, I think I misinterpreted you and go to talk to one of my friends. Don't get irritated because I'm holding you up, because you could have gotten in the car while I was still sitting in the driver's seat waiting for you.

Oh, and ladies in general? Forgive me for being so presumptuous as to talk about your period and your PMS as if I have any right to comment, because I know I have no idea what it's like. But don't be a bitch to the people around you and then say, "Oh, I'm PMSing" and expect to get away with it. Once in awhile, that's okay. Everyone is allowed to have their bitchy day every once in awhile. But when that becomes your automatic excuse, then nobody cares anymore. I know plenty of girls who are perfectly civil while they're PMSing or on their period, and if they can do it, so can you.

That's all.

Whore

Happy Valentines Day!!!!!

On Friday, February 6, 2009, my school, Davie High School, broke the law.
Class schedule was rearranged to accommodate a mandatory assembly. Teachers were instructed to take their classes to the gym to listen to a guest speaker/one man volleyball team. Teachers who did not have a class at the time were instructed to perform sweeps of the buildings, ensuring that all students were in the gym. After cramming the entire population of my school (students and teachers, approximately 1800 people) into the gym (which has to have broken fire code somehow) this one-man volleyball team was soundly defeated by the DHS Girls volleyball team. Afterwards, he played a team of guys picked from the audience, and won. He then played the entire senior boy population, and won. He then beat a team of teachers. An odd presentation so far, but nothing terrible.
Then the "motivational speech" part comes in.
A paraphrase of his message:
Don't commit suicide. Don't drink alcohol. TV needs to stop portraying women as sex objects. By the way, Jesus is my motivation. Jesus Jesus Jesus God Jesus God God Jesus Jesus Jesus Jesus Jesus. If the president of the United States can be sworn in using the Bible, then the Bible should be put back in schools. Jesus Jesus. If you want to hear part two of my message, we are giving away free tickets so you can come to x place at x time tomorrow. It will be the largest gathering of teenagers in North Carolina history. Jesus Jesus Jesus God Jesus. I will feel like a failure if you're not there. Jesus. God. Jesus God Jesus Jesus.
Bear in mind: Our principal hired this man, this self-billed evangelist, to come speak to us. I don’t know how much it cost, because the man’s website says “pricing varies based on location and the number of assemblies booked.” However, the fact that the entire school population was crammed into the gym (many students were forced to sit on the floor, and the faculty and staff lined the walls and blocked the doors- not to prevent people from leaving, but because there was simply nowhere else to stand) heavily implies that my school could not afford two assemblies.
According to the United States Supreme Court ruling in Santa Fe Independent School District v. Doe (2000),
"School sponsorship of a religious message is impermissible because it sends the ancillary message to members of the audience who are nonadherents that they are outsiders, not full members of the political community, and an accompanying message to adherents that they are insiders, favored members of the political community.”
I know of several people of other religions who attend my school. The fact that they were forced to attend an event in which a man’s religious beliefs were forced upon them is not only illegal, it is absurd. Were this “motivational speaker” to have spoken about atheism, agnosticism, Islam, Wicca, or any other religious group, and in turn proclaim that it should be brought into the schools, I have no doubt that parents would gather outside of the principal’s office with torches and pitchforks. Simply because the majority of the student population is Christian does not mean that the principal can bring in a Christian evangelist to come say whatever he wants to the students. Even I was offended, and I am a Christian myself. Personally, I don’t like it when someone shoves their religious beliefs down my throat, even when I agree with what they are saying.
What happened in that gymnasium was wrong. Not only was valuable instructional time wasted to accommodate this man, doing so broke the law. Situations like these are what lawsuits are made of.

L'Ilisir d'Amore

Tonight, I went to the opera for the first time. UNCSA put on Donizetti's L'Ilisir d'Amore, and a friend of mine got me and a friend free tickets. However, my friend was feeling under the weather, so after scrabbling for a few minutes, I talked another friend, E, into going with me. So we went to pick up the tickets from my friend who got them for me, and then we headed into downtown WS to eat before the show.

At this point, I need to apologize to the film school at UNCSA. While getting lost in downtown WS, I drove into a one-way street... going the wrong way. While this is embarassing enough, what made it worse was the fact that the film school was shooting on that street... and I had to drive right between their cameras and the actors they were filming (there wasn't enough room to turn around by the time I realized my mistake). So, I'm sorry. It was an accident, and I hope that the whatever you all were filming went well, despite my blunder.

Anyway, I found where I was trying to get to, parked my car, and then me and E ate dinner at Quizno's, after finding two other restaurants with a 45 minute to an hour wait time. While there, J showed up. It was wierd, because I hadn't seen J since this summer, and before that it had been a good year and a half. Our interactions this summer and the time previous were slightly awkward, and I had started to think that he was a jerk (complicated reasons), and I didn't completely recognize him, but he said hey. And then I recognized him and now I don't think he's a jerk anymore.

And then... the opera.

It was amazing. Outstanding. All of those positive adjectives.
I got chills, I laughed, and E said that she loved it, too.

On the way home we stopped by Starbucks, ran into my original intended date, who was still feeling kind of puny and was coughing a lot.
I hope she feels better.

Tonight was so much fun.

ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

So my chorus teacher wasn't at school today because she's sick.
She sent an email, via the next-door drama teacher, about what we're supposed to do:

• Work on language for Muie Rendera
• Go over parts for Walk In Jerusalem and Seal Lullaby

However, the sub didn't see this email, me and **** (another section leader) did. So the sub takes attendance, and then says that he sent someone up to the library to get a movie for us to watch. **** and I exchange a glance, and then we tell him what we were supposed to be working on. However, everybody was all like "Let's watch a movie! I wanna watch a movie!"

So I turned into chorus-nazi. I made sure we worked on stuff we were supposed to be working on, and we went over parts of the aforementioned songs that we'd not learned yet. However, *** decided he wanted to be a douche, and complained. Loudly.

We also ran through the Star Spangled Banner once or twice, even though the majority of us have sang it six trillion times.


Later, I get bitched at by ******** about how I'm all power-hungry, and how I didn't have to work on one song the whole time (I didn't. We worked on four separate things. Count them: Language for Muie, running through SSB, and parts for Walk In Jerusalem and Seal Lullaby), and how she hopes our teacher is back tomorrow (which I hope for, too. I hate leading the class) so "we [the class] don't have to put up with you" and how people were throwing imaginary grenades at my head, and how funny it was.

I mean, whatever. If people want to throw imaginary grenades at my head, then so be it. I don't care. But I'm not going to ignore the instructions that our teacher left for us to follow while she's too nauseous to come to school. (Besides, the movie was Hello, Dolly, and this is the class that couldn't stand to sit through Mamma Mia.)

I hate being chorus-nazi.

I never EVER want to be a teacher.

I could really go for some Galatine right now. They're this italian candy that my friend ***** brought me when he was visiting the states two years ago. They're DELICIOUS. It's like a tablet of powdered milk, only sweet and amazing. I know I don't describe it very well, but it's amazing.

And I can't find it anywhere. After finally remembering the name of it about a week ago, I am having difficulty finding anywhere I can order it from.

Please Disregard the Previous Post

I tied for third chair at all-district band!
*is excited*

Evidently, this behaviour is very much like my sister's. She'll call home, dead set that she flunked a major test or something, and she'll have gotten like a B+ or something.

What Sucks

Do you know what sucks? What sucks is when you don't well at something that you expected to do well at, especially when that something is rather important to you.

Like today.

Today, we had all-district auditions. I got my audition piece last semester, so I had plenty of time to prepare the music and practice and whatnot.
Here's a rundown of my audition.

• Room 1
  

1. Chromatic Scale- not catastrophic. I think there might have been a shrieky moment somewhere in the high A or B range on the way up, but I don't remember.
2. Solo Piece- (Quantz Concerto in G) Didn't go horribly. I had this gross, airy tone some of the time, and some of the runs weren't as phenomenal as they could have been, but whatever.

• Room 2- I go in, they ask for my name and audition number. My audition number was 234, which means that I would have been number 134 in line if we went in order, which we didn't. Since I was thinking 134 (that's how they were calling for us in the warm-up room, not by the actual numbers on the nametag) I said, "134... so 234." And they looked confusedly at me, and as I was clarifying my thought process, the lady cut me off with a tone that said "whatever, shut up" and said "C scale."

1. Scales: I played my C scale, and it was okay. After I finished, the lady looked at me expectantly, and I was thinking... what does she want? Then I played my A-flat scale, and as I was playing the arpeggio, it occurred to me that I hadn't played the arpeggio for the C scale. I apologized, asked if I could, and they looked at each other and said, "...sure," in that tone of voice, the one that says, It won't help your chances because we've already made up our minds that you're not worth paying attention to. So I played the arpeggio, and it was not terrible. Then I played my D scale.
2. Sightreading: While I got all the notes right, the rhythms were... interesting. I messed up some very easy stuff.

While not getting into all-district isn't the end of the world by any stretch of the imagination (there's no possible way I got in.), it's quite disappointing. One of the things that particularly gets on my nerves is that you can play something extremely well one day, go back the next day, and completely bomb.

So then I left the audition in a bad mood. It was 3. I had planned to be in Greensboro at 3 to see the all-state chorus concert, but I thought, Whatever, better late than never.
I got in my car, got out my online directions to Greensboro, and I couldn't follow them because none of the roads I was supposed to be on were labeled the way they were on my directions.
I gave up and went back to the school.

Thus ends the part of my day that I didn't like.
I got to see some GSE people, though! Mostly Instrumental Music people, but I saw some others as well.
In that sense, the day was not a waste.

Then I watched Cloverfield at my house with friends.
Why is watching a movie so much better as a group activity?

The musical next year is Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat.
I'm jealous. I wonder if I'll be able to help out in the orchestra pit at all?

**** is really, REALLY obnoxious. More on this later.