Last day of April

So I didn't want my last blog of BEDA to be the story I'm writing. I wanted it to be a real blog. 

So out comes this. 

My day was actually really good. 

My lips are pretty much dead because of band. But I'll survive, a little Burts and Bees and I'll be all good.

Today my photography teacher pulled me aside and told me that all this year he thought I was a senior and that he felt completely awful because I was one of his best students and I deserved an award at the undergrad. ceremony, and more attention. But that he basically ignored me because he thought I was a senior and that I would leave anyway. And so he made me a certificate that the other people got at the undergrad. awards. It was really funny and cool. 

I'm actually kind of glad I didn't get the award at the ceremony though, it would've been a little embarasing. 

SWINE FLU. 

haha jk. 

But seriously, everyone is freaking out about it. 

We sight read this song in band today and it was AMAZING. it was called Slava, I think. I just wish we had enough time to prepare it for the spring concert. Instead, we won't be able to play it :(.

I think that's really all I have to say. 

Katies Story Part 2

Surely she didn't look like that, she thought. The car hit her in the hip, she thought. Or maybe it hit her in the back. Or maybe she fell and it just ran over her. It was all so confusing to Katie. She couldn't remember what exactly had happened. All she knew now was there was a long ghastly scar running across her forehead, the back of her head felt like someone was hitting it with a jackhammer, and her cheek burned.

A tear trickled down her cheek and the salt caused her cheek to hurt even more; she cringed with pain.

By this time the tuba player had noticed that katie had woken up. He was a little shy and embarrased that he was still in her room and that she had undoubtedly already noticed him. He had never said a word to her in his life, but his feeling were to involved to not stay and make sure she was ok.

The tears were coming harder and katie was about to wipe them away, but just as she moved her arm, unbearable pain shot through her body. She looked down and noticed why. It was in a sling, it must be broken.

That was when everything was put into perspective. No good left hand, no french horn playing. No french horn playing, no Juliard. No Juliard, no music. Her perfect little plan she had made was ruined. There was no hope of becoming a band director or professional musician anymore.

Besides, who would be able to stand the site of her anymore.

The tuba player sitting beside Katie's bed grabbed a kleenex and started to wipe away Katies tears, while at the same time trying to calm her down.

Katie flinched away from the his hand and opened her mouth to ask who in the world he was. But no sound came out when she tried.

With her good hand she grasped her throat, and the tuba player figured out that her throat must be dry. So he handed her a piece of ice, which she gratefully took.

Just as the ice began to melt and she felt she could say something the tuba players phone buzzed.

A text message.

He looked at the text message and quickly responded and then explained that he had to leave for a minute or two.

Katie was so confused.

And then a man in a white coat came in, the doctor, and looked at a bunch of the machines and then came over beside the bed where katie layed.

He asked her a bunch of questions like "how is the pain" and "what year is it" and "who is the president." She answered all of his questions and then he started poking at her arm.

Each poke sent another shrill of pain through her arm and then she saw a bone portruding through her elbow. She would have thrown up right then and there if it weren't for the fact that the strange guy entered the room again, distracting her.

He actually was pretty attractive. Even if his eyes were blood shot. He was pretty tall and had short brown hair. He looked like a movie star. (woo-hoo for cliche's amanda!).

Katie's thoughts were pulled back to reality when she realized that her dad was saying something to her about another surgery. She didn't really know what he had just aksed her, but she nodded anyway. And then the doctor put something over her face and she became very lightheaded and suddenly she was being pulled back into the blackness.

She fought the blackness with everything she had, writhing around on her bed which only made the pain ten times worse. But then she felt someone grab her hand. The hand was unfamiliar. Bigger than her dads and was a little cold, but for some reason it felt like it belonged. 

And this time instead of being pulled into darkness, she was pulled into dreams of the other guy. (the tuba player).

When she woke up again outside the windows she saw that the sun was brightly shining, it was probably a very pretty day outside, and her room was dark. At this time no one was in the room but she heard voices outside the hospital room. One of the voices belonged to her father, she knew that much, another voice she thought belonged to her director from Juliard, but she couldn't place the third voice. 

She couldn't understand what they were saying, they were putting an effort into keeping their voices down. 

And  then her dad poked his head inside the door and then walked in. 

Noticing Katie was awake he turned on the lights with the dimmer and asked if she wanted to see Mr. Kelly. (haha, and you said he wasn't going to be your director. But *sings* I've got the power!!)

At first Katie could think of no reason why her director couldn't come in and see her. But then she remembered the mirror. 

What an embarrassment, she thought. She was afraid he would never look at her the same way. 

But before she could say anything her dad had already gone back into the hallway to get Mr. Kelly. 

He came back into the room with a card, which he handed to Katie. 

He proceeded to try to make a joke on how he thought that surely if he ever had to visit her in the hospital it would be because of a repeat from her tenth grade year. 

Katie didn't find the joke very funny. And she was in a snippy mood to begin with. So she snapped back asking how his eye was. 

He understood that maybe now wasn't the time to bother katie and so he apologized that this tragedy has happened and then left wishing her a speedy recovery.

Katie opened it with one arm, and for the first time noticed that her left arm was now in a full arm cast and her fingers were squeezed tightly together with little to no wiggle room. 

Before Katie fell asleep she read the card. Inside the card was a bunch of names that she could not match faces to, but being helpful each person put the instrument the played next to their name. 

She fell asleep with the card still in her lap and when she woke up again the tuba player was once again at her side. 

(Wow, this is turning into a full-blown story.)

He was in a light sleep but heard Katie's movements and he stirred in his seat and then woke up. 

He looked a little more rested today, not by much though, and he had found the time to shave.

This was it, Katie thought, she was alone with him. She could finally get her answers. 

So she asked him. All of the questions she had. 

Who he was: the principal Tuba player in her band. Adam

What was the date: April 30. 

  Katie's fish died on April 1st. She had been in the hospital for a month loosing and regaining conciousness unperiodically the whole time. She was supposed to of played in 3 concerts in that time. 

Why he was here: which he answered with every last detail. Except possibly that he had been developing feelings for her ever since. She talked in her sleep. (Woo-hoo. Score 2 for cliche's). 

Her dreams were nothing special. But the absurdity of them always made him laugh. It was like he knew Katie that much more just because he heard her dreams. 

One time he caught her saying "if you hold the mute to your ears it goes bwah bwah bwah." or "nu-uh I flew into the pole." 

Some of her dreams had his heart going out to her. He didn't know how she managed it all.

Over the next few weeks Katie was able to stay awake longer and longer and the only thing that seemed to keep her day going, for her parents had to leave for a week because her dad had a case he was working on and her mom was an elementary school teacher, was his bi-daily visits (once in the morning and once in the afternoon). 

He would keep her up to date on what was going on in the band and what ridiculous songs they were playing. 

She could do without those updates though, they only made her more upset. But she wasn't going to tell him that. She enjoyed seeing him every day too much.

They got to know each other more and more and one day Katie couldn't bear to look outside and see the beautiful sunshine and not be able to take advantage of the weather. 

She all but begged the doctors to let her go outside but they wouldn't let her go alone. So she waited for him, but that day he didn't show up. 

DUHN DUHN DUHN. (happy DJ!? I put an 'N' at the end.)

Katie's Future

So I know technically this isn't a blog. I'm cheating a little. I told Katie I would write a story about her future. (completely fictional and sappy and stupid. That's how I write best :p) So here I am sitting in photography thinking "why not count this as a blog entry. This is marathon Wednesdays after all." So I'm caving, and calling this a blog. Even though you and I both know it really isn't technically the type of blogs I usually write.

Ok. So where should I start this? Eventually Tony has to come in the picture Katie, but I'm not going to focus on him in this short story.

Yes you'll be married Katie. But hmm.. *strokes chin in thinking position*

It all started when you went to college at Juliard. Juliard was a long way from home and you were sort of the outsider. About the only thing you had in common with some of the people was your love for music. Usually that was enough to build a friendship up on, but not in this case. It was like these people were a whole new species. You would go to rehersals 12 hours a day every day and play beautifully, and then you would go home and play with your gold fish. This is how your life went every day during the school year. But then something very tragic happened, your goldfish died. You were devasted. You loved that fish, it was the only one who you felt like they understood you. So after giving bubbles a proper burial and after going to your 12 hour rehersal of course, you walked to Walmart. (You didn't have a car, because you procrastinated so much on getting your license and the DMV decided that anyone who waits more than 3 months to get their permit must not want it enough. So you were told to wait untill you turned 36.)

On your way to Walmart the unthinkable happened. You were crossing the street. You pressed the button with the hand just like any good citizen would do. Looked both ways five times, even though you had the green light. And proceeded to carefully cross the street at the crosswalk. But someone who was to busy laughing with their friends didn't notice that

A) they had a red light

and

B) someone was crossing the street

They hit you. Hard. (duh, how else would a speeding car hit you!?)

They didn't even know they hit anything, that's how little they were paying attention to the road, and others in the car just thought they hit a speedbump.

But there was a witness. The principal tuba player in your band.****

He saw the accident completely unfold, for he was patiently stopped at the red light.

Little did you know that this tuba player never originally wanted to major in music. He wanted to be a paramedic. But he got a scholarship, and in order to keep the scholarship he had to play in the band (he was that good of a tuba player.).

Of course you didn't see that he was the driver to one of the stopped cars, because when in rehersal you got so focused that it was like all you saw was your music and the conductor. Sure you knew that your conductor sometimes furrowed his brows, and had a tendency to forget to wear sunscreen (sound familiar?) and that even upon further concentration you were able to tell the color of his eyes. 

But you never once took a good look at the people sitting behind you. 

Time seemed to stop all around you and everything was filled with darkness.

A lot of things happened that night, a lot of flashing lights and a lot of frantic gasps.

Of course you heard none of this. You couldn't see or hear anything going on around you. But the blackness had evolved into a kaleidascope of colors. Pinks, Oranges, and Greens. With gold fish swimming in every direction. 

And then like the snap of your fingers, everything went black again and you heard a flush of a commode. 

The first thing you saw when you woke up was the tuba player. He looked really tired and for some reason, you couldn't figure out why, he looked familiar to you. His chin which was ordinarily white was now spotted with black. 

He didn't notice that you woke up, for he was fighting sleep and loosing.

You were about to ask who he was when an unmanageable pain shot through your whole head. Suddenly you heard all of the beeps. They were speeding up. If you had been thinking correctly you would have realized that this was your heartrate monitor.

The increased rate of your heart beat and the alarming signal that accompanied it abruptly woke up the tuba player.

He didn't even acknowledge you, he just stormed into the hallway screaming for help.

You fell back into deep unconciousness again. This time with no kaleidascope of colors. Just that lonely veil of blackness. 

The next time you woke up it was dark outside the windows, and in the chair where the tuba player once sat was your dad. 

It looked like he had been crying, but you couldn't figure out why he would be crying. Last time you had remembered you had just come back from band practice at Lincoln. You thought the unthinkable to yourself: surely Kristine didn't run into another trash can and hit his antique car. 

You were trying to ask him what happened when you felt the tubes. The tubes running down your throat and were threatening to gag you. You didn't remember those tubes last night when you went to bed. In the blink of an eye it all came back to you. The flush of the commode. The cross walk. The car that came out of nowhere. The honk. And then the darkness. 

You looked to the left and you saw him again. The tuba player, though you still didn't recognize him. Was he the one who had hit you? 

No one in the room had noticed that you had woken up, and you were glad. It gave you plenty of time to try to put together the puzzle pieces. 

You looked all around, deciding that you were in fact in a hospital. But it was only on the last sweep did you see it. A piece of glass. A mirror in fact. And what you saw caused you to freak out, and scarred you forever. 

DUH DUH DUH.

TO BE CONTINUED.

(sorry it got a little long. I'll continue it tomorrow guys. I really do need to do my math homework.)

** For your tragedy I randomly asked someone to call out something horrible that could happen to someone. That's how I came to this. They're mad that I made it a hit and run in a car instead of a drive by shooting. They wanted me to have a random gangster come by and to put it lightly, shoot you. They wanted your dad to testify against a mobster and they wanted me to incorporate a hired hitman from the mob to come and take care of you and your dad *wink wink*. And have the tuba player pull out a gun and kill the hitman and be all heroic. You know the gushy stuff.

**** Again I did not pick this instrument. I asked the person sitting next to me to randomly (Thanks Emily) name an instrument.

Basically my day in a nutshell

This blog comes to you pasted from Microsoft Word because the internet connection as I wait for my piano lesson is secured. GASP
Which brings me to a mini rant. (but wait. I just learned something from typing that sentence. When you put an asterisk, and then a word and then another asterisk; Word automatically bolds it for you. NEATO.)
People who lock their wireless internet. I don’t understand it.. It’s like you have to be apart of the cool secret society with their society password to get onto the internet. Sigh I’m obviously not cool enough to be apart of their cool society. Whatever will I do?!
So far this day has been full of Ups and Downs. It started Up because it’s my best friends sixteenth birthday. So I mean, how can it not start up. (she is getting her license today. And seeing as I don’t get my license until the end of July because that’s when my parents decided to have me* It’s like partial freedom. Not that I’m all un-free. I just won’t have to hassle my parents a lot for rides and such.)

**I had to abruptly end that train of thought due to the fact that I complete lost track of time. And what do you know, it was time for my lesson. A little tid-bit of my lesson. I think I’m psyching myself out. You see. There’s this one little two beats that I’ve been messing up lately. I focus all of my attention on that one beat and it’s like my fingers freeze up and I physically cannot play it. And then all of that focus that should be focused on say not getting lost gets thrown out and I’m pretty much messed up from there. I did fine the first time I ran through the song in the worship center. And then I let someone else have turn rehearsing in the worship center and then I went again after them. And I have no clue what happened. The second time I sat down, it was like “what’s focus?” and I was all dizzy and I felt like I was falling asleep. Needless to say I butchered the last couple of run-throughs and I’m completely mad at myself right now. But that’s ok.

Oh, but no just wait. In band (my third period) everything is going quite swell. (Or at least as swell as rehersal can be when you are playing the third movement of Lincoln Shire posy. If you’re a French horn player you know what I mean. Or actually if you don’t play oboe, bassoon, piccolo, e-flat clarinet, or 1st clarinet you know what I mean. Don’t you just love resting for the entire first half of a completely demented song!?) But things were looking up, the bell was going to ring in three minutes.

Or so we thought until we heard our principal talking on the loud speaker.

Obviously we didn’t hear the first half of the announcement because we were playing way louder than the announcement and we sort of heard that an announcement was being made, but we figured it was no big deal. But this announcement was longer than the usual. So all we heard was “please keep your students in the room”. From that we inferred we were on lock down.
So, like band nerds would, we continued practicing. And utilized the extra time.

This lockdown only lasted 20 minutes. But last year around the same time and about 5 minutes before 3rd period was over we were put on lockdown. And that lockdown lasted four hours. Some kid called in a gun threat. It was pretty serious. But became a laughing stock to high school students later that it was a fourth grader. (our school is right across the street from a magnet Middle School.).

(I’m making up names here. Names were not given to us for obvious reasons) Apparently Joe (again, I made up that name) texted his dad that fred had a gun. And Joe’s dad called 911. And the police called our school alerting us, while simultaneously sending a multide of police officers. We were about to switch classes so they didn’t want that mayhem to make a perfect opportunity for “trouble” so they put us on lockdown, got the guy and searched him and his backpack and car. No gun. I think it was just a hoax.
But that was my day.

In just a little bit our school has our “undergraduates awards ceremony” you know, the awards ceremony where they give out awards based on your GPA and other fun stuff like “best tenth grade musician”. All of that fun stuff. So I’m going to go to that and I’ll continue this lovely blog afterwards.

AFTER THE AWARDS CEREMONY.

I got four awards. Outstanding digital design 2 student, best Spanish one student, outstanding sophmore musician, and person with GPA above 4.0 and below 4.19.

Woo-hoo. The guy handing out cards for the last award was like “I already know your name because you’ve gotten so many awards.” Haha.

And at this awards ceremony most give more than just a certificate. So I got a lot of cool stuff :)

That is all. I hope you have a good day.



*Every time my parents complain about driving me places I just tell them it’s not my fault that I had to be born later than most. Sheesh. Haha. I did everything in my power short from killing someone and storming up to capitol hill to allow me to get my license A.S.A.P. haha

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So today I went to my friend (and fellow french horn player) 's Eagle Scout ceremony. I will probably never forget this event due to this one factor:

-They had a live eagle who every five minutes would go crazy and flap around and fly around     and go crazy and start doing it's eagle noises.

It was actually really funny.

As I type this, my eyes are drooping more and more. So I'm going to call it a night, go and take a shower and then go to bed.

It's my best friends 16th birthday tomorrow :D.

My ubber long nap

So my day was pretty boring from a bystanders perspective.

I went to church and we did this fake argument thing that was pretty cool (I was in the Roman group haha).

And then my family and I went to Outback.

I surfed the internet for an hour.

I fell asleep at 3 and then woke up at 6:45.

I cleaned up my computer files.

I practiced piano for an hour.. maybe a little more..

I cleaned my room.

And here I am, hoping that I will be able to fall back asleep. (I think I'll be able to actually, I'm still a little tired.. my eyes are drooping a little.)

I would say my day was altogether unproductive. But AHA I can say I was doing something productive while I was sleeping.

While I was sleeping I imported all of the footage into their appropriate files from my camera. (Egg hunt footage, and breakfeast in the park footage.)

So, :p, this day wasn't a waste.

Though it's kind of dissapointing, because this day basically was a waste. It was pretty much a day of rest. But sometimes those days are needed.. I needed this day to keep me going the last few weeks of school. (4 weeks plus exam week. Not that I'm counting or anything. haha).

So that is all.

hi, it's me again

I feel like this whole "blog every day in April" has really lowered the quality of my blogs. Not that I'm trying to say my blog had really good quality before this whole Blog Every day in April business anyway. I'm just saying... 

I've never been good at keeping journals, and in a way this is my journal.. I've actually kept it up fairly decently. And when I'm bored it's fun to go back and read blog/journal entries from the past. For example yesterday afternoon I was bored, so I watched almost all of my old videos from the montage channel I used to be apart of. (I say used to because it's over now. It's not like I got kicked out or anything. Don't get the wrong idea.). 

I'm watching a movie on Hallmark right now, waiting for the movie that's coming on in twenty minutes. I forgot what it's called though. I really want to see the movie that's coming on tomorrow night. But again, I don't remember what it's called.

Today basically all I did was run errands with my parents. But it was pretty fun. I got several birthday presents for all of my friends as well as a Life application Bible :D. 

I really like the life application bible. It has this really cool timeline in the front, on the bottom are the events in history and the top the events in history in the bible. So it's cool to put things in perspective and make it more real, you know?

I  get more impatient waiting for summer each day I get closer to it. *ARG*

But it'll come.. and with it will come big changes, but changes I embrace. 

My mail application dinged, which reminds me I need to burn that DVD for Angela for Moms in Touch. So I'm going to go do that. 

Have a WONDERFUL rest of your weekend, or week (depending on when you're reading this.)