Do you know what's depressing?
Everything.
I recently realized this when I went to the 5th grade band concert, which took place approximately 76 minutes ago.
I want to mention that I HAD to go to this band concert. Because I'm in high school band we are required to go to one other school performance, and I had run out of options. So 5th grade band it was.
I remember when I was in 5th grade band. I had already been playing clarinet for like 3 years, and I thought I was the shit. Like when I joined band I thought that I'd be conducting that thing.
But no. Instead I had to watch as all the other little fledgling clarinetists were taught how to put their reed on their mouth piece, and how play an open G. We worked on this kind of stuff from the beginning of the year until January, and then we started preparing for our first concert ever.
Well this band concert was different then the concert four years ago. The biggest difference probably being the fact that they played pieces I'm pretty sure we played in 6th or 7th grade. Also this was already their second concert, which means they had started the year off as musical geniuses, or something. Or maybe the band program just really improved.
I don't know.
Another things that was depressing was the fact that these little kids didn't have the wear the oppressive attire of black on bottom, white on top. OH NO. No. These kids were wearing shorts and gym shoes and t-shirts. And sprinkled in there were a couple kids who came in full concert attire who looked pretty much retarded.
But all of this makes me realize how inadequate my 5th grade band experience was.
If only I was young.
Whatevs.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Monday, May 13, 2013
Interlochen
So this summer I'm going back to Interlochen.
For all of you who have no idea what kind of place has such a tool-like name, I'll explain it to you.
It's an arts camp up in Michigan near the awesome city called Traverse City. When I say arts It includes music (band, orchestra, piano, ect.), fine arts (drawing, painting, photography, sculpture, whatevs), dance, theater (musical and not) and creative writing.
Sot it isn't just a performing arts camp, like Blue Lake and other places like that. For five years I've gone to Interlochen for music, specifically clarinet.
Six weeks of clarinet. Six hours a day. Every day.
It ruined me, no joke.
Interlochen is very much like school in the way that there is a set schedule every day and you attend classes and the teachers take attendance and stuff like that. Also, there's a uniform. For girls it's knee high socks, which are dark blue, neon red or baby blue depending on what division you are in. You wear a name tag at all times, which kinda weirded me out.
But anyway, getting back to what I'm doing during the summer, I'm going back to Interlochen. But not for Clarinet (thank jesus). I'm going for advanced drawing (yes, I'm super artsy (lol)). Anyway, I'm actually looking forward to Interlochen this year because I'll actually be doing an activity I really enjoy.
So I might talk about that more later.
Maybe.
(Probably (most definitely) not).
For all of you who have no idea what kind of place has such a tool-like name, I'll explain it to you.
It's an arts camp up in Michigan near the awesome city called Traverse City. When I say arts It includes music (band, orchestra, piano, ect.), fine arts (drawing, painting, photography, sculpture, whatevs), dance, theater (musical and not) and creative writing.
Sot it isn't just a performing arts camp, like Blue Lake and other places like that. For five years I've gone to Interlochen for music, specifically clarinet.
Six weeks of clarinet. Six hours a day. Every day.
It ruined me, no joke.
Interlochen is very much like school in the way that there is a set schedule every day and you attend classes and the teachers take attendance and stuff like that. Also, there's a uniform. For girls it's knee high socks, which are dark blue, neon red or baby blue depending on what division you are in. You wear a name tag at all times, which kinda weirded me out.
But anyway, getting back to what I'm doing during the summer, I'm going back to Interlochen. But not for Clarinet (thank jesus). I'm going for advanced drawing (yes, I'm super artsy (lol)). Anyway, I'm actually looking forward to Interlochen this year because I'll actually be doing an activity I really enjoy.
So I might talk about that more later.
Maybe.
(Probably (most definitely) not).
An Insight into life
It's been a while. Yeah, I know. But you know what, I'm okay with that. I've come to terms with my laziness so It's all good.
I'd like to mention that, the writer of this (pretty crappy) blog, which happens to be me, has really moved up in the world.
I'm the real deal now, because I am a government official.
Yeah, I know right! Crazy! Well, not a real government official, more like the little brother of an intern who works for a government official and gets him his starbucks every morning. That's kind of what boat I'm in.
Yeah, you probably guessed it. I made it on high school student council. Not as president, but as vice president, of the sophomore class. So actually pretty lame.
No one at school actually takes me seriously, which I've come to terms with. So the way I won this vice presidential election is by writing the most obnoxious speech ever. At least it was attention grabbing.
I might put it up here later. I worked super hard on it in the free period before the lunch period I was supposed to give the speech during.
I was lucky though because the speech only could be 60 seconds max, and I made mine like forty.
No I am not an overachiever. Thanks for pointing that out.
I'd like to mention that, the writer of this (pretty crappy) blog, which happens to be me, has really moved up in the world.
I'm the real deal now, because I am a government official.
Yeah, I know right! Crazy! Well, not a real government official, more like the little brother of an intern who works for a government official and gets him his starbucks every morning. That's kind of what boat I'm in.
Yeah, you probably guessed it. I made it on high school student council. Not as president, but as vice president, of the sophomore class. So actually pretty lame.
No one at school actually takes me seriously, which I've come to terms with. So the way I won this vice presidential election is by writing the most obnoxious speech ever. At least it was attention grabbing.
I might put it up here later. I worked super hard on it in the free period before the lunch period I was supposed to give the speech during.
I was lucky though because the speech only could be 60 seconds max, and I made mine like forty.
No I am not an overachiever. Thanks for pointing that out.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Gym grade
To revisit the post about gym, I'd like to mention this.
It isn't all in my imagination when I say that I suck at gym.
Have I mentioned my gym grade?
No, I guess I haven't.
Well, I'm not a bad student, so that B+ in gym is kinda bringing my average down.
B+.
No joke.
No one else in my grade, or in the history of my school I'm pretty sure has gotten a B+ in gym unless they like skipped half the classes.
No one.
When I told my dad my grade he asked me how come I didn't get a lower score.
Yeah, my family has high expectations from me.
It isn't all in my imagination when I say that I suck at gym.
Have I mentioned my gym grade?
No, I guess I haven't.
Well, I'm not a bad student, so that B+ in gym is kinda bringing my average down.
B+.
No joke.
No one else in my grade, or in the history of my school I'm pretty sure has gotten a B+ in gym unless they like skipped half the classes.
No one.
When I told my dad my grade he asked me how come I didn't get a lower score.
Yeah, my family has high expectations from me.
Hippies + The Internet
So as I mentioned before, I went backpacking during spring break. This act sparked some really weird interest of hippies.
It's not like I saw a ton of hippies around or anything like that, but backpacking seems very...earthy and hippyish and...you know what I'm talking about! Those super environmental people who love nature and stuff like that, basically every single person from the San Francisco area.
I hope this is just a phase, but on tumblr I subscribed to a couple blogs, where originally it was nice photography and clothing and tattoos and stuff. But now, now it has progressed into hippies, who 100% of the time are sporting dreadlocks. There are a huge amount of shirtless hippy guys with disgusting long dreads holding blond babies.
No, not just any babies. Blond babies.
There are also a fair number of hippies sleeping with cats, which I find pretty weird, because who would even be there, or want to, take a picture of that? I don't know. I wouldn't.
Well anyway, my friends think I'm into hippies or something, which is NOT TRUE. It's just incredibly entertaining to look at weird pictures of their peace circles, or whatever else they do.
So, just to reassure everyone I know.
I am not turning into a hippy.
It's not like I saw a ton of hippies around or anything like that, but backpacking seems very...earthy and hippyish and...you know what I'm talking about! Those super environmental people who love nature and stuff like that, basically every single person from the San Francisco area.
I hope this is just a phase, but on tumblr I subscribed to a couple blogs, where originally it was nice photography and clothing and tattoos and stuff. But now, now it has progressed into hippies, who 100% of the time are sporting dreadlocks. There are a huge amount of shirtless hippy guys with disgusting long dreads holding blond babies.
No, not just any babies. Blond babies.
There are also a fair number of hippies sleeping with cats, which I find pretty weird, because who would even be there, or want to, take a picture of that? I don't know. I wouldn't.
Well anyway, my friends think I'm into hippies or something, which is NOT TRUE. It's just incredibly entertaining to look at weird pictures of their peace circles, or whatever else they do.
So, just to reassure everyone I know.
I am not turning into a hippy.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Opinions on Las Vegas
Now, I try not to be a hater. Seriously, I know to some people it might seem like I enjoy complaining about things. This is true, but that doesn't mean I can't be positive.
This post though, is not going to positive, because that kind of stuff is lame and....just incredibly lame. So I will complain about Vegas.
I don't want people to get the idea that I literally just criticize with no basis for it, but on Saturday I went to Vegas to catch a plane back to Chicago. So I know what the place is like.
I know its ways.
What really surprised me when I went there was how trashy it was. I mean, ever since I heard about the pyramid that was there I knew there was something a little weird going on. But there's even more! It isn't just the place, but the people as well.
I don't usually judge on makeup (for real, I really don't), because everyone has their own style. But the rings of sparkles and glitter and blue eyeshadow and liner around these peoples eyes were absurd! The makeup covered as big an area as the eye itself. That's over the top in my opinion.
Everything is over the top there. The drinks people buy from this place called Fat Tuesdays (I'm pretty sure, it could also be Fat Thursday, but I don't give a crap), these drinks contained 130 ounces of liquid in them, strictly alcohol. And people were just walking around on the streets with these absurdly huge plastic trashy cups. Among these young alcoholics walked hords of spanish speakers who were advertising call girls and grabbing at anyone who went by to see if they'd like some companionship. Some of these spanish speakers were small little old women who definitely didn't seem like they belonged on the street wearing t-shirts advertising prostitution. It's depressing actually.
The other kind of shocking thing, to me at least, were the children. People actually bring little kids on vacation to this place! What? Why?? What are the kids going to do, gamble? These kids were among the throngs of people walking on the street at 10 pm at night. When I was that little I would probably have been asleep. 10 pm is the time I was sufficiently pooped out on vacation.
The hotels were also quite gruesome. We went to this place, called the Venetian, where there were canals running through the center of the indoor streets, where men in cheesy looking costumes paddled people up and down these pathetic canals. The ceiling in this indoor Venice was painted sky, so it added to the depressing facade of the whole place.
I could go on and on, from the slot machines in the airport to the pathetic reproduction of famous Italian sculptures, to the eiffel tower a couple blocks down from our hotel. But then I would get carried away, and just keep on writing random shit. So I'll spare myself that.
Adios.
This post though, is not going to positive, because that kind of stuff is lame and....just incredibly lame. So I will complain about Vegas.
I don't want people to get the idea that I literally just criticize with no basis for it, but on Saturday I went to Vegas to catch a plane back to Chicago. So I know what the place is like.
I know its ways.
What really surprised me when I went there was how trashy it was. I mean, ever since I heard about the pyramid that was there I knew there was something a little weird going on. But there's even more! It isn't just the place, but the people as well.
I don't usually judge on makeup (for real, I really don't), because everyone has their own style. But the rings of sparkles and glitter and blue eyeshadow and liner around these peoples eyes were absurd! The makeup covered as big an area as the eye itself. That's over the top in my opinion.
Everything is over the top there. The drinks people buy from this place called Fat Tuesdays (I'm pretty sure, it could also be Fat Thursday, but I don't give a crap), these drinks contained 130 ounces of liquid in them, strictly alcohol. And people were just walking around on the streets with these absurdly huge plastic trashy cups. Among these young alcoholics walked hords of spanish speakers who were advertising call girls and grabbing at anyone who went by to see if they'd like some companionship. Some of these spanish speakers were small little old women who definitely didn't seem like they belonged on the street wearing t-shirts advertising prostitution. It's depressing actually.
The other kind of shocking thing, to me at least, were the children. People actually bring little kids on vacation to this place! What? Why?? What are the kids going to do, gamble? These kids were among the throngs of people walking on the street at 10 pm at night. When I was that little I would probably have been asleep. 10 pm is the time I was sufficiently pooped out on vacation.
The hotels were also quite gruesome. We went to this place, called the Venetian, where there were canals running through the center of the indoor streets, where men in cheesy looking costumes paddled people up and down these pathetic canals. The ceiling in this indoor Venice was painted sky, so it added to the depressing facade of the whole place.
I could go on and on, from the slot machines in the airport to the pathetic reproduction of famous Italian sculptures, to the eiffel tower a couple blocks down from our hotel. But then I would get carried away, and just keep on writing random shit. So I'll spare myself that.
Adios.
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