The Weekend, and this school week

Well, this weekend was definitely a good time. Friday night I went to Sonny's with Dad and Landon. I think my dad has ESP, because he said that he could tell I wanted Sonny's from the look on my face. It was amazing, as usual. When I got home, I had something like umpteen conversations on Facebook Chat and went to bed.

Saturday was the Greek Festival. Oddly enough, I didn't have my usual encounter with the old women. I think that was due to my fascination with the Senior division of the Grecian Odyssey dancers. There were about ten kids my age on the team, and they were soo amazing. The boys danced on tables while the girls danced on the floor. I kinda wish I had gone to Greek school or something so I could learn how to do that. After the littler kids did their dances, we left. I got home just in time to go to Iron Chef. That was hilarious too. The secret ingredient was raspberries. I didn't get to stay long enough to taste the final products, but the judges told me that this was the best Iron Chef yet. Everything was apparently delicious.

Sunday was phenomenal. So I guess you can say that I thoroughly enjoyed this weekend. I watched a billion episodes of One Tree Hill on Soap Net in the morning. I must admit that I am in love with Nathan Scott, and Jake Jagielski. After OTH ended, I ran over to Pointsetta Drive and got my hour sheet from Ro, and delivered Baby Taby's stroller back to him. Then it was time for...
THE CLASH!!!!!!!! All of my predicitions were true. The band kids lost terribly to the Windover team. (10-6). But I enjoyed myself. Mayet and I had a little picnic while we watched our boys play.. (by this time, I had switched over to the dark side, and was rooting for the Windovers) Sometimes, having a messy car pays off. We took a ton of pictures, and laughed everytime someone injured themselves. I don't think a single boy left that field unharmed, but that's what happens when you combine high-schoolers with two 20-or-30-something year old men. The Clash only lasted about an hour, and by then us band kids were fed up with the tiny size of the Windover field so we all commuted to IRC. I realized that I need to learn my roads better, if it wouldn't have been for Chris C. directing me, I would have been lost somewhere between Port St. John and Titusville. IRC was fun too. There were some friendly games of football, frisbee, and soccer going on at the same time. More injuries occured, but nothing too serious. The fun died down at like 6 and we all went home. Then I got that Sunday evening feeling Peyton Sawyer loves to talk about on OTH....

This week I have to deal with stupid Orchestra festival, and preparing for band festival. I hope that this coming weekend pans out how I want it to, so I'll have something to look forward too.

I've definitely been slacking on my blog writing, but I think I know the cause. I'm not really sure who reads this, other than Bethany, Dargan, Sarah Wright, and Anna. But I guess the point of a blog isn't to have others read it, but to get out what I want to say. But it'd still be nice to know who I reach. So if you are reading this, and you weren't mentioned above, leave me a comment or something. You can do that without having a blogger account... But now I just sound like a silly teenage pining for comments, so I'll go about my usual blog.

Right now, I'm sitting at the computer bundled up in my fuzzy socks, sweatshirt (hood on), and cold weather p.j. pants. I really do not want to have to get up and change into regular clothes, but am going to have to very soon. Around one, I'm heading over to Melbourne (I think) for the annual St. Katherine's Greek Festival with my mom, uncle, and Grandma. I love watching the Grecian Odyssey Dancers, eating food and talking to the old Greek ladies. They never seem to understand what I try to say, and every year the conversations go the same way..

Old Greek Lady- "Oh you are very pretty! Are you Greek?"
Me- (blushing) "Why yes I am, thank you."
O.G.L.- "What part of Greece are you from?"
Me- "My great-grandparents were born in Greece. And then moved to America. When they divorced, my great-grandpa moved back to Athens."
O.G.L. - "Oh really, what part? I have family that lives there. You can go and stay with them. (a.k.a. this lady has a grandson or something)

Somehow, we end our conversation, I buy something from her, and I go off on my merry little way to get some Orzo or a gyro. YUM!

Hopefully I'll get home in time to stop buy Zack Dugason's house for a little Iron Chef. If not, I'll just rest up for the CLASH! I can't wait to see which team is actually better. Call me a terrible band captain, but I am losing faith in the Archdukes. Sure, I'll still root for them, but I won't be surprised if they lose. But as they say, "It's not about winning or losing, it's how you play the game."

Woah.

It's been a little while since I blogged last. This past weekend was fantastic, and the upcoming one looks promising. So all I have to do is make it through the rest of the week.

I'll start with the past. The weekend began with solo and ensemble glaring down at me. My Friday looked shot, but that just goes to show that things don't always go as planned. Mausam and I both have fourth block off, and don't intern on Fridays so we had a Taco Bell date. We spent an hour sitting there talking about college, and life in general. I looked at my cell phone during a short break in discussions and realized that I had lost track of time. I ran (well actually drove) home and changed into my dress clothes, and the most uncomfortable pair of heels I own. Mr Szczerba picked me up, and we met Clare, Chris, and Nick at school. We all drove over to Satellite to play our respective ensembles. Clarinet choir when a lot better than expected, and all of us ended up leaving with superiors. After S&E, Chris, Clare, and I headed over to Panda Express and ate some yummy Chinese, and then (as we usually end up doing on Friday nights) walked around Target. I somehow earned the nickname "Moneybags"... Clare and Chris' nicknames are not appropriate for writing here. After that, we stopped by Dargan's and then went home.

Saturday, I had to play my solo. Beforehand, my parents took me out to eat at this fabulous Greek restaurant on A1A. I got the most amazing Pastichio, and had a little of my mom's gyro. Although she isn't a real Greek since she doesn't eat lamb. After eating, we went over to Satellite so I could epically fail at my solo. My judge was really nice, and gave me a superior when I really didn't deserve it. As soon as I got home, I went over to Chris' house and he cooked Clare, Dargan, Mausam, and I a fabulous Single Ladie's dinner, because no one wants to be alone on Valentine's Day. Especially when they had other plans before.... We ate, watched some hilarious comedians (youtube "Russell Peters", and "Varm It Up"), then went home around midnight.

Sunday was my planned sit around and do nothing day. But of course, plans never work out. So I decided to go to Ultimate Frisbee. My team won 4-1. I left a little early so I could shower and head over to youth group. Youth was fun, Jordan spoke so Trey could go to Park Ave's dance with Lindsay. Then Kelly, Dargan, Clare and I had a much needed girly sleepover.

Monday, the Californians came to band. It was a good time, not including my near-emotional breakdown, but that was stopped with a few hugs. That was my weekend. This upcoming one should include, Greek Festival, Either Ultimate Frisbee or Iron Chef, Clash of the Titusvillians and maybe some chill time. Hope it works out well.

Favorite

The kids at preschool never cease to amaze me. It makes me so happy when I reach out to that one kid, the one who never talks to anyone, and always seems unhappy, and he opens up to me. Out on the playground today I decided to try to play with little C, the youngest and most introverted boy at school. He was very shy at first, but in no time at all, we were giggling and running around. He even talked to me a little bit. I felt so accomplished.

As soon as I sat back down into my chair, the troublemaker of the group, A, somehow managed to smash his forehead into a plastic table. (Maybe "smashed" is too harsh of a word, maybe "bumped".) I immediately jumped up and picked him up. He just sat in my lap as I comforted him and got him to stop crying. He was a little angel for the rest of the afternoon.

When I got home I discovered a Valentine from little Ry, a girl in my mom's class, addressed to me. I was soo happy. Ry never really talks, but she obviously noticed me. YAY for little kids. I L-O-V-E my internship!

YES!

It seems that right when I thought my coaster car was going down, it gave me a little bit of whiplash and soared back up again. The whiplash certainly hurts, but it's definitely worth it. I'm so much happier than I've been in a while. But I'm still being cautious. go super spy go.

On a different note, Friday night was amazing! I really didn't want to go to the Senior Skit meeting, and neither did Clare. So, Clare, Mausam, and I decided to go out to dinner before, and show up to the meeting later. We went to that new Chinese place, David's. It was really good and a ton of fun. After we ate, Mausam went home, and Clare and I made the cashier at Target think we were teen moms (we had to buy diapers for Clare's sister Stella). Then we headed over to the meeting just as they were beginning to discuss our skit. The rest of the night is confidential. :D

Roller Coaster.

I have decided that my life is like a roller coaster. But instead of being super fun and fast, it is stuck going up and down. You know how it goes. The car slowly cranks itself upwards, and the unsuspecting passengers are blissfully unaware of the terror and danger that lies ahead, then suddenly the car leans forward, kind of like on Sheikra, and the passengers see what is to come. After a few seconds, the car begins to descend, it picks up speed as it goes until it suddenly turns back upward. But this time, the passengers know that they should enjoy the peace of the ride up for as long as it lasts. I think that does my current mood the justice it deserves. Right now, I am enjoying my peaceful ride up, but am still a little confused. I don't know if or when the my car is going to send me down, but at least I've learned to enjoy the slow ride up.

Let me explain myself a little. Yesterday was an absolutely terrible day. Nothing in particular made it bad, but as a whole, it basically sucked. I wasn't in the mood to talk during second block, so I just did my test, and worked ahead a little. Third block, as usual, made me upset, and fourth I had off. During my off period, I practiced my solo with Ms. Zahn. As I previously said, she described the emotions in my solo, and helped me connect it to real life situations. I came out of my mini-lesson feeling empowered and like I could take on the world. But when I got home, something changed. I just sat around feeling sorry for myself. I didn't go to Cracker Barrel for my favorite dinner, and I didn't go to Breakaway because I didn't think I'd be missed (which Mikey proved was a lie). I just sat on the couch, watching t.v. and doing absolutely nothing. That was the ride down, down, down.

Today, however, the car turned back up. Classes went well, and I got to go to my internship. Since it was waayy to cold outside, we let the kids do stations, or just color all afternoon. Little "Ry" and "C.P" helped me color a few pictures until Ry left. Who knew coloring was so therapeutic? After Ry left, C.P. E.P., and "Char" were the only kids left. We just goofed around til their moms came to pick them up. After the P's left, I noticed that I had a voicemail. Turned out to be Clare wanting to know if I wanted to hang out. She has E.S.P. or something, and knew that all I would do if I didn't go was sit and sulk. So, I went over to Dargan's with Clare. The three of us went to Target, got Starbucks, and walked down a million aisles. After that, we went back to Dooger's and talked for a while until Doog had to eat dinner. Clare and I then went home. It was a great great day! And I am really hoping that this ascending stage of my personal roller coaster lasts for a very long time, and when it does end, the downhill ride is short.

Ms. Zahn

I'm almost postive that Ms Zahn is bulimic... a.k.a. she can read minds. (Gotta have some Zoolander). Today she helped me with my solo (Sonate by Saint-Saens). We went through each of the three distinct sections and asked me to pick an emotion for each. Here's what we came up with (and for the sake of poetry, we will pretend like it is a story)...

1) [This section is slow, and very lyrical.] A bird is longing for her lover. She wants him with all of her heart, but can't seem to find him anywhere. She calls out to him, expecting an answer, but all the poor bird hears is her own voice echoing through the empty forest.
2) [The music quickens.] The bird becomes frantic. She is desperate for her love. Suddenly, she realizes that he has left her. She denies it at first, but then becomes very angry. She gets louder and louder, and shouts at the top of her little birdie lungs. The bird pecks and pecks at a tree, letting out all of her frustrations.
3) [The beginning theme is repeated.] After letting loose, the bird is calm. Life is back to normal. And although nothing has changed, her love is still gone, she feels a certain sense of contentment. The bird is going to be okay, and flies off, alone, into the future. Ready to start anew.

I think Mrs Chesler's class today inspired me to be a little bit poetic. I don't know if that exactly counts, but it helped. I, unlike the bird, have not yet reached the third stage. I'm trapped in a short of purgatory. Somewhere in between stage one and two, and don't know which way to go. I think that is rather apparent in my music too. I can't seem to work out the fingerings to the middle section. Hopefully, both my life, and my music will get better before solo and ensemble.