Every year, at school we have a talent show. In past posts, I've mentioned different song possibilities, but I ended up singing Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx.
And it just so happens you can see it for yourself. Yes you can!
My generous father [[if you can call him that -winkwink-]] uploaded the video he took of me to Youtube.
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14.5.10
30.4.10
If it Weren't for Bad Luck , I'd Have no Luck at All.
Although the weeks before this have been quite bliss, this week has been full of a mixture of surprising and depressing happenings.
Monday, I woke up with a sore throat. Thinking it was just some morning crap, I ignored it and went on with my life. The P.E. intern threatened to give write me up as well, though that was my doing. Coach Stanford - needless to say - irritates me a lot. Shoot, I'm sure a group of the girls in our P.E. class could sue him. He slapped me...bent Abby's finger back... and those are just things in our period. But anyways, the reason for my almost ISS, was that - for some reason - he believes I hate him. Hate wouldn't be the word I would choose, but it's somewhere around there. After pestering and bugging me and continuously asking why I don't like him, I finally told him upfront, "Because you're a d...idiot!", after which he pestered me on how he could write me up for calling a teacher an idiot. I had had to watch my mouth because I'd almost called him a douche. I don't think that would've mauled over quite as well. He finally gave up me saying, "I like your style. You don't care what other people think", before walking off to go bug Abby some more. To add onto that, we also had a soccer game that day at six, but I didn't know that at the time. So when my dad came home from work at 5:20 and asked us if we were ready to go, I was slightly confused. We held the opposing team out in the first half, but the "All players play [[at least 50% of the game]]" philosophy that AYSO established messed up my fathers game strategy when Lizzy and V showed up at half time. Obviously he had to play them the entire second half. Which, if he could've decided otherwise, was not the choice he would have taken.
Tuesday, I woke once again with a sore throat, though this time slightly worse then yesterday's. I hoped it would go away by the next day for the talent show additions. It was a calm day at school, thank goodness, for I was in no mood for Coach Stanford's mess. We got home late, so last minute I had to get my dad to download the song I needed to have in order for the additions the next day. The song is "Right Here Waiting" by Richard Marx. I'd heard the song a long time ago. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but I heard a remake of it by a group called And Then There Were None and I recognized the song, mainly because I found myself recalling the words from my memory, but I have no idea where I'd heard it before. I can imagine myself around the age of six singing along to everything that came on the radio on the way to day-care or the grocery store with my dad. [[My dad has told me before that Jeremy and I, on the way to day-care, would sing the veggie-tale's theme song one hundred percent perfectly.]]
Wednesday the sore throat prevailed. If it wasn't for the additions, i would've checked out of school. I got dizzy in math class and really didn't want to go to the recycling center during science. The bus driver was one I've gotten before. I haven't had a lot of experience with a bunch of different bus drivers and I usually don't remember one from the other, but the one we got that took us to the recycling center was one I could never forget. We'd had him for soccer a few times and the moment you step onto his bus, you smell the cigarette smoke, which I think is ridiculous. Although he drove okay today, when I'd stepped onto his bus to head to soccer practice one day, I swear he swiveled and turned and about drove off the road somewhere around ten times. Although his driving was okay today, his timing was not. We were through with the tour and had to wait by the road for about five minutes because he had stopped at the Bus Barn that happened to be close by. I'm guessing it was to take a smoke. Thankfully the additions went well. I made it through even with the sore throat. I survived that bad luck, but it was I found out later that left me confused. There was a lot of commotion within the chats on facebook with my friends. A lot of information and confusion, some of which untrue.
Thursday I gave in and stayed home from school, not wanting to cause any disturbances in my mom's plant business to have to come pick me up half way through the day. At the end of the day, I found myself in tears. Misunderstandings and the threat losing people I loved overwhelmed me. There was going to be a fight and, talking to the two people on the lower end, I discovered, sadly, that they expected to die. They and I both knew that the others were serious. I tried to talk him out of it, yet nothing I said seemed to help. He seemed pretty ready to die in jail for murder. I found out where it was going to be and that I couldn't be there to help, but I wasn't going to do nothing whilst the ones I love go there and die. So I told the police. I had the feeling they'd end up hating me for it, but I had to. I'd rather have him hate me and be alive then other things...
Friday I found out the best news I'd heard all week. The guy that wanted to fight my friends, the one who originally wanted to end up in jail for murder, had given in. I guess so many people had pestered him begging him not to kill the person. Then I discovered the person thats life was threatened wasn't going to be able to go anyway, I was relieved. I didn't want him to get hurt at all. That just made it better, although what he told me next made everything else that was going on easier, I'm not going to say what.
So although I did have a rather cruddy week, it got a little better towards the end, thank God.
Monday, I woke up with a sore throat. Thinking it was just some morning crap, I ignored it and went on with my life. The P.E. intern threatened to give write me up as well, though that was my doing. Coach Stanford - needless to say - irritates me a lot. Shoot, I'm sure a group of the girls in our P.E. class could sue him. He slapped me...bent Abby's finger back... and those are just things in our period. But anyways, the reason for my almost ISS, was that - for some reason - he believes I hate him. Hate wouldn't be the word I would choose, but it's somewhere around there. After pestering and bugging me and continuously asking why I don't like him, I finally told him upfront, "Because you're a d...idiot!", after which he pestered me on how he could write me up for calling a teacher an idiot. I had had to watch my mouth because I'd almost called him a douche. I don't think that would've mauled over quite as well. He finally gave up me saying, "I like your style. You don't care what other people think", before walking off to go bug Abby some more. To add onto that, we also had a soccer game that day at six, but I didn't know that at the time. So when my dad came home from work at 5:20 and asked us if we were ready to go, I was slightly confused. We held the opposing team out in the first half, but the "All players play [[at least 50% of the game]]" philosophy that AYSO established messed up my fathers game strategy when Lizzy and V showed up at half time. Obviously he had to play them the entire second half. Which, if he could've decided otherwise, was not the choice he would have taken.
Tuesday, I woke once again with a sore throat, though this time slightly worse then yesterday's. I hoped it would go away by the next day for the talent show additions. It was a calm day at school, thank goodness, for I was in no mood for Coach Stanford's mess. We got home late, so last minute I had to get my dad to download the song I needed to have in order for the additions the next day. The song is "Right Here Waiting" by Richard Marx. I'd heard the song a long time ago. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but I heard a remake of it by a group called And Then There Were None and I recognized the song, mainly because I found myself recalling the words from my memory, but I have no idea where I'd heard it before. I can imagine myself around the age of six singing along to everything that came on the radio on the way to day-care or the grocery store with my dad. [[My dad has told me before that Jeremy and I, on the way to day-care, would sing the veggie-tale's theme song one hundred percent perfectly.]]
Wednesday the sore throat prevailed. If it wasn't for the additions, i would've checked out of school. I got dizzy in math class and really didn't want to go to the recycling center during science. The bus driver was one I've gotten before. I haven't had a lot of experience with a bunch of different bus drivers and I usually don't remember one from the other, but the one we got that took us to the recycling center was one I could never forget. We'd had him for soccer a few times and the moment you step onto his bus, you smell the cigarette smoke, which I think is ridiculous. Although he drove okay today, when I'd stepped onto his bus to head to soccer practice one day, I swear he swiveled and turned and about drove off the road somewhere around ten times. Although his driving was okay today, his timing was not. We were through with the tour and had to wait by the road for about five minutes because he had stopped at the Bus Barn that happened to be close by. I'm guessing it was to take a smoke. Thankfully the additions went well. I made it through even with the sore throat. I survived that bad luck, but it was I found out later that left me confused. There was a lot of commotion within the chats on facebook with my friends. A lot of information and confusion, some of which untrue.
Thursday I gave in and stayed home from school, not wanting to cause any disturbances in my mom's plant business to have to come pick me up half way through the day. At the end of the day, I found myself in tears. Misunderstandings and the threat losing people I loved overwhelmed me. There was going to be a fight and, talking to the two people on the lower end, I discovered, sadly, that they expected to die. They and I both knew that the others were serious. I tried to talk him out of it, yet nothing I said seemed to help. He seemed pretty ready to die in jail for murder. I found out where it was going to be and that I couldn't be there to help, but I wasn't going to do nothing whilst the ones I love go there and die. So I told the police. I had the feeling they'd end up hating me for it, but I had to. I'd rather have him hate me and be alive then other things...
Friday I found out the best news I'd heard all week. The guy that wanted to fight my friends, the one who originally wanted to end up in jail for murder, had given in. I guess so many people had pestered him begging him not to kill the person. Then I discovered the person thats life was threatened wasn't going to be able to go anyway, I was relieved. I didn't want him to get hurt at all. That just made it better, although what he told me next made everything else that was going on easier, I'm not going to say what.
So although I did have a rather cruddy week, it got a little better towards the end, thank God.
25.4.10
about time
It's quite surprising how much good has happened in the last week or so. And not specifically applying to myself. Jeremy is now a state champion. Yes, figure that.
He attended a TSA conference with some of his other peers in Tuscaloosa at the University of Alabama. He said there over 500 different competitions, all having something to do with technology. Jeremy was entered in the memorization event. In this event, the participants have to memorize the TSA creed. It is about six or seven sentences... and they aren't short either. In the first round, everyone entered has to write the creed. To move on to the next round, you have to write it one hundred percent perfect. No pressure, right? Well, among all the people participating in that event, only three made it to the second round. Jeremy happened to be one of them. The next day was the second round, in which they had to recite the creed to be scored. The highest scorer, no duh, won. Jeremy made one mistake, but beat his opponent by one point. Yes, Jeremy had become number one in something... about time....
He attended a TSA conference with some of his other peers in Tuscaloosa at the University of Alabama. He said there over 500 different competitions, all having something to do with technology. Jeremy was entered in the memorization event. In this event, the participants have to memorize the TSA creed. It is about six or seven sentences... and they aren't short either. In the first round, everyone entered has to write the creed. To move on to the next round, you have to write it one hundred percent perfect. No pressure, right? Well, among all the people participating in that event, only three made it to the second round. Jeremy happened to be one of them. The next day was the second round, in which they had to recite the creed to be scored. The highest scorer, no duh, won. Jeremy made one mistake, but beat his opponent by one point. Yes, Jeremy had become number one in something... about time....
10.4.10
Lost in my own world
I'd say it's pretty hard to get lost in your own world. Really, if you created it, getting lost in it would be the least of your worries, for with making it comes deciding where each path goes, hence it would be as familiar as the back of your own hand.
I guess it's when you add other people that things can get slightly confusing. For they have their wy of doing things. Their way of thinking. They could alter the path you'd thought you were taking and lead you to somewhere you wouldn't have been without them. Sometimes it can be a good thing, and sometimes not so good. And often, it can become very confusing. As to where you might've choosen a fork in the road and then thought about turning back, only to see the exit was closed. And you'd have to turn back around and head on. Trust me, I know how it can feel, and how difficult it can be, questioning past choices, wanting to go back, and not having the chance to because someone else has decided to travel that road. Even to this day, I want to run back to one particular choice I made about a year ago, though doing so wouldn't be the smartest thing to do. Although, I've been tempted to many times, someone else is traveling that road, and I don't want to interfere. I guess that's one I'll just have to wait and let it run it's own course and pray that someday I can get another chance.
I guess it's when you add other people that things can get slightly confusing. For they have their wy of doing things. Their way of thinking. They could alter the path you'd thought you were taking and lead you to somewhere you wouldn't have been without them. Sometimes it can be a good thing, and sometimes not so good. And often, it can become very confusing. As to where you might've choosen a fork in the road and then thought about turning back, only to see the exit was closed. And you'd have to turn back around and head on. Trust me, I know how it can feel, and how difficult it can be, questioning past choices, wanting to go back, and not having the chance to because someone else has decided to travel that road. Even to this day, I want to run back to one particular choice I made about a year ago, though doing so wouldn't be the smartest thing to do. Although, I've been tempted to many times, someone else is traveling that road, and I don't want to interfere. I guess that's one I'll just have to wait and let it run it's own course and pray that someday I can get another chance.
27.3.10
Time to get my mustard and catch-up
I do have to say I am a fan of the new blogger layout. The other ones were beginning to bore me, though I'd like to think I was doing a good job in keeping mine interesting, but that task is a lot easier now, and more enticing if I do say so myself.
Anyways, a lot has gone on since I've posted my last post. [I read over my last posts to see where I was and it felt like I was reading a whole different part of my life. I was friend deprived, but not anymore.] Shoot, we've even begun a-whole-nother year! We've entered the realm of 2010. Oh great....
I had a New Year's party on the first. Do I dare say that was a lot of fun? I think I do. Lots of people came, though not everyone that I wanted. Some where out of town and some simple couldn't make it, but it was still a god time.
I also began role playing again. I role-played before but the site I was on kind of died. I guess you could say all the people went back to school and couldn't find the time to enter their next post. I started role playing again in a different website. It has multiple things to do besides role playing, which is another reason I like it, but the people there aren't very original and their posts are barely worth a dirty sock, so as I was looking for a picture for one of the RPs, I found another website and I do have to say, I enjoy it much more. They have original thread topics and great RPers in general. [of course there will always be those few frayed threads that think they are really something, but you learn to live with them.]
Probably the biggest piece of news out of this post is that my best friend applied and made it into a boarding school. Her and I have always wanted to board, and she got the chance to try to get into one. She went to tryouts and they sent her the letter [at first it was someone else's letter!] of acceptance to a school in Birmingham known as the Alabama School of Fine Arts. Of course, she is entering under the major of creative writing and is probably leaving next year to go for her whole high school years. I am excited for her, but at the same time don't want her to go. Haha she's my best friend. What did you expect?
I am trying to convince my mother to let me apply. The price is totally reasonable and I've wanted to board since God-knows-when. But she says she isn't ready to 'let me go yet.' and that 'I am too young to be away from home.'
Trust me mom, I can make it. The question is can YOU?
Sorry, I get a little worked up over things like that. I guess you could say I'm not a big fan of my mother. She is the slightly over-protective kind of person. She'll wait in the lobby with my friends until the last person shows up and we walk into the theatre. It's rather aggravating... Latosha, Amberleigh, and I know that well.
But all in all, my life has been rather well. I few falls here and there [such as having a 'friend' commit suicide. I call him a 'friend' because I didn't really know him. He was in the grade below me. I know a lot of people that knew him and were really shook up about it. Finding out he took his life at school on a Tuesday after getting out Monday for three and a half inches of snow [which is a lot here] isn't the greatest way to start the week. Needless to say that was a rough week for everyone, some more than others. Snow isn't very exciting to me anymore.] but over all, it's been good. Exciting stuff has happened too. I don't exactly feel like going into details on everything, but my friends are amazing.
Anyways, a lot has gone on since I've posted my last post. [I read over my last posts to see where I was and it felt like I was reading a whole different part of my life. I was friend deprived, but not anymore.] Shoot, we've even begun a-whole-nother year! We've entered the realm of 2010. Oh great....
I had a New Year's party on the first. Do I dare say that was a lot of fun? I think I do. Lots of people came, though not everyone that I wanted. Some where out of town and some simple couldn't make it, but it was still a god time.
I also began role playing again. I role-played before but the site I was on kind of died. I guess you could say all the people went back to school and couldn't find the time to enter their next post. I started role playing again in a different website. It has multiple things to do besides role playing, which is another reason I like it, but the people there aren't very original and their posts are barely worth a dirty sock, so as I was looking for a picture for one of the RPs, I found another website and I do have to say, I enjoy it much more. They have original thread topics and great RPers in general. [of course there will always be those few frayed threads that think they are really something, but you learn to live with them.]
Probably the biggest piece of news out of this post is that my best friend applied and made it into a boarding school. Her and I have always wanted to board, and she got the chance to try to get into one. She went to tryouts and they sent her the letter [at first it was someone else's letter!] of acceptance to a school in Birmingham known as the Alabama School of Fine Arts. Of course, she is entering under the major of creative writing and is probably leaving next year to go for her whole high school years. I am excited for her, but at the same time don't want her to go. Haha she's my best friend. What did you expect?
I am trying to convince my mother to let me apply. The price is totally reasonable and I've wanted to board since God-knows-when. But she says she isn't ready to 'let me go yet.' and that 'I am too young to be away from home.'
Trust me mom, I can make it. The question is can YOU?
Sorry, I get a little worked up over things like that. I guess you could say I'm not a big fan of my mother. She is the slightly over-protective kind of person. She'll wait in the lobby with my friends until the last person shows up and we walk into the theatre. It's rather aggravating... Latosha, Amberleigh, and I know that well.
But all in all, my life has been rather well. I few falls here and there [such as having a 'friend' commit suicide. I call him a 'friend' because I didn't really know him. He was in the grade below me. I know a lot of people that knew him and were really shook up about it. Finding out he took his life at school on a Tuesday after getting out Monday for three and a half inches of snow [which is a lot here] isn't the greatest way to start the week. Needless to say that was a rough week for everyone, some more than others. Snow isn't very exciting to me anymore.] but over all, it's been good. Exciting stuff has happened too. I don't exactly feel like going into details on everything, but my friends are amazing.
8.12.09
Life Life Isn't That Bad Any More
I walked in today with every expectation that he wouldn't be there because I thought I'd lost all that I had: him. But when I walked in and saw his face, I'd never felt more alive. The gap he'd left open
inside of me was filled once again.
If you didn't gather from the poem, the guy I thought I would never see again was at school.
Kisses in the rain.
inside of me was filled once again.
If you didn't gather from the poem, the guy I thought I would never see again was at school.
Kisses in the rain.
7.12.09
Kill me. I might as well be dead anyways.
To put it lightly, today was horrible.
The sadness I'd been feeling since Thursday worsened when I walked into the gym in the morning, hoping the person I might have lost might be there. But, the thought I had all weekend still prevailed.
I'd lost him.
He had told me before he left that he would be gone Thursday and Friday and if he wasn't back Monday, Sarah would tell me what had happened.
And since he wasn't there, Sarah told me what he had told her. A seven word excuse that left more questions then there had been to start with.
So after that suckish school day, I had chorus practice afterwards till 4:30.
The seventh graders don't know the alto notes
or a half not from a rest.
Well. Some of the eighth graders didn't know their alto notes either so it got annoying being surrounded by soprano-note-singing-altos while I am the only one singing the right alto notes. You'd think they'd catch on..... maybe it is just that they are deaf.
Talkative
unprofessional
full of attitude
seventh grade girls
Made the whole after school practice
a pain in the neck.
All day I had wanted to go home and get on the computer and text the one person I really wanted to talk to.
I when I tried to explain
all he did was laugh.
So all in all
My Monday sucked more than it usually does.
The sadness I'd been feeling since Thursday worsened when I walked into the gym in the morning, hoping the person I might have lost might be there. But, the thought I had all weekend still prevailed.
I'd lost him.
He had told me before he left that he would be gone Thursday and Friday and if he wasn't back Monday, Sarah would tell me what had happened.
And since he wasn't there, Sarah told me what he had told her. A seven word excuse that left more questions then there had been to start with.
So after that suckish school day, I had chorus practice afterwards till 4:30.
The seventh graders don't know the alto notes
or a half not from a rest.
Well. Some of the eighth graders didn't know their alto notes either so it got annoying being surrounded by soprano-note-singing-altos while I am the only one singing the right alto notes. You'd think they'd catch on..... maybe it is just that they are deaf.
Talkative
unprofessional
full of attitude
seventh grade girls
Made the whole after school practice
a pain in the neck.
All day I had wanted to go home and get on the computer and text the one person I really wanted to talk to.
I when I tried to explain
all he did was laugh.
So all in all
My Monday sucked more than it usually does.
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