I wouldn't want to be invisible.
I wouldn't want to fly.
I wouldn't want to be stretchable.
I wouldn't want to shoot spaghetti out of my finger tips.
I'd want to be able to know the right thing to say to cheer someone up.
To be able to fix all of someone's problems with a smile or a hug.
To just kidnap someone for the day and have them forget all their troubles.
I think that'd be the best super power in the world.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Weirdest Dream
Weirdest dream in the world last night... And it's even weirder that I actually remembered it. It was really random.
I was on Big Ol' Blue (OB bus). But I wasn't just with my OB team, it was also my drumline and Grove's line. And we were all happy and getting off the bus because we were doing a Walmart run. So I went inside and I was with Renee (OB/Church) and Christine (drumline). And I wanted a purse (which is really weird, cuz when we were in Vegas, I wanted a purse from Walmart..) and I told Renee that I have bad taste so she should pick out a purse for me. So she picked out this electric pink one, and convinced me it was amazing. But then I relized I'd left my wallet in the bus, so I told her to hang on and I ran back to the bus. But the bus had moved like, right outside the Walmart entrance. So I hopped on the bus and everyone was wearing a bass drum. And the bass drums had heads on em like the school in Vegas that did the Ipod show (so the heads were "click wheels"). So suddenly, I had on a bass drum. And everyone was standing in the aisle of the bus facing the front. And all the windows were rolled down. And so we were all in line, and I looked outside, and there were two guys with guns pointing them at the front window. And I was like "Omg! What the heck!?" and everyone was like "Shhh Kelsey. Be quiet!" And I was like "What!? They have guns." And someone was like "It's okay, they don't want to kill us, they just want to play a game." and I was like "a game with guns!?" and everyone else acted like it was normal. So the game was that we would stand there, with the drum head facing the window, and they were going to aim the gun at you, and then you had to move fast enough to put the bullet through the drum head. Apparently, it seemed like a fun game to everyone but me. So the guys were like, going down the line. And like, while I was watching the people in front of me, the bullets all went really slow, and almost everyone moved fast enough. And then when the gun came to me, the bullet came fast, and I moved fast, and so I was fine. But whoever was behind me died... Like.. it was so bizarr... And no one cared that whoever was behind me had died! So the guys got to the end of the bus and they were like "Thanks for playing!" and they just left. And everyone was all happy and showing each other where they or their drums got hit. No one paid attention to the DEAD person behind me! So then everyone put their drums down, and went back in Walmart and continued shopping... And Renee decided the pink purse wasn't a good one for me, and got me a black one.
The end.
I was on Big Ol' Blue (OB bus). But I wasn't just with my OB team, it was also my drumline and Grove's line. And we were all happy and getting off the bus because we were doing a Walmart run. So I went inside and I was with Renee (OB/Church) and Christine (drumline). And I wanted a purse (which is really weird, cuz when we were in Vegas, I wanted a purse from Walmart..) and I told Renee that I have bad taste so she should pick out a purse for me. So she picked out this electric pink one, and convinced me it was amazing. But then I relized I'd left my wallet in the bus, so I told her to hang on and I ran back to the bus. But the bus had moved like, right outside the Walmart entrance. So I hopped on the bus and everyone was wearing a bass drum. And the bass drums had heads on em like the school in Vegas that did the Ipod show (so the heads were "click wheels"). So suddenly, I had on a bass drum. And everyone was standing in the aisle of the bus facing the front. And all the windows were rolled down. And so we were all in line, and I looked outside, and there were two guys with guns pointing them at the front window. And I was like "Omg! What the heck!?" and everyone was like "Shhh Kelsey. Be quiet!" And I was like "What!? They have guns." And someone was like "It's okay, they don't want to kill us, they just want to play a game." and I was like "a game with guns!?" and everyone else acted like it was normal. So the game was that we would stand there, with the drum head facing the window, and they were going to aim the gun at you, and then you had to move fast enough to put the bullet through the drum head. Apparently, it seemed like a fun game to everyone but me. So the guys were like, going down the line. And like, while I was watching the people in front of me, the bullets all went really slow, and almost everyone moved fast enough. And then when the gun came to me, the bullet came fast, and I moved fast, and so I was fine. But whoever was behind me died... Like.. it was so bizarr... And no one cared that whoever was behind me had died! So the guys got to the end of the bus and they were like "Thanks for playing!" and they just left. And everyone was all happy and showing each other where they or their drums got hit. No one paid attention to the DEAD person behind me! So then everyone put their drums down, and went back in Walmart and continued shopping... And Renee decided the pink purse wasn't a good one for me, and got me a black one.
The end.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Decisions
One of the things I hate most in life. Having to decide. What shirt to wear. What class to take. What college to go do. Who's party to go to. To drink or not. Which homework assignment to do first. What instrument to play... But the worst, hardest decisions are the ones that affect others. And deciding if your decision was one made for the best of everyone, or just for yourself. Or if you justify it as it'll be the best for everyone else because it's best for you? If you feel strongly about something, should you make your decision on emotions, brain, or heart? What if 2/3 feel one way, but the other third feels the other way? Do you ignore the one third completely. Do emotions and heart together mean more than brain alone? Or even if you feel that your emotions, brain, and heart are leaning the same way, does that guarentee it's right? Or maybe you know in the long run it's right, but now, in the short run, you're like confused. Or when you have to make a decision between two things, one decision makes other people happy, but makes you bleh, and then the other decision makes you feel better, except that you feel bad about making others feel un-better. Oi. I hate it when I overthink. I hate sitting in silence when you've got a million things going through your head....
Merci. Je t'aime.
Merci. Je t'aime.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Under God
During Civics today, we had this debate about keeping "under God" in the Pledge of Allegiance. And Mr Tran deided which side of the argument we were on, and of course, I got put on the side that said it was unconstitutional to have it in the pledge. So I just decided to stay quite during the first hald of the debate. But that didn't keep my mind from thinking. Saying "under God" doesn't mean that you pledge your life to God. It's just stating the fact that this nation was built on the faith of believing in God. You can't change history. George Washington and so many others in history were Christians, and that can't be changed. So why pretend that this nation doesn't stand under God. And the second point, you're not forced to say the pledge. If you don't want to pledge allegiance and say "under God".. Then don't. It really is that simple. If we were to suddenly decide to take out the statement "under God" out of the pledge, well, then we better start rewriting the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence. Cuz guess what, the same God that we're "under", is mentioned in both of those documents. And they are the basis of this country. Why change history? And what makes me mad, is that all these athiests get mad about saying "under God" and that "we don't believe in God".. Well, if that's the case, I never again want to hear an athiest say "Oh my God". You claim there isn't a God, so don't use His name like that. God doesn't exist, right? And don't say to "Go to hell".. Cuz if you don't believe in God, then you most likely don't believe in Satan, Heaven, or Hell. Don't condemn someone to a nonexistent place. Don't use the Lord's name in vain if you don't mean it. Some people are like "It's just an expression." You don't hear me say "Oh my Buddha". Cuz I don't believe in Buddha, so I'm not gonna yell at him for something that he had no say in.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Band Rant
The world knows I'm in band. If I wasn't a Christian and I didn't love the Lord, my reason for life would be band. And I don't think I'm kidding. I mean, outside of friends and family, my life would strictly be band. And drumline is technically part of band at this time. And even 99% of my friends (excluding my awesome church friends and OBers) are somehow associated with band, which is why I know them, so even with my friends, I'm considered at bando. It's a given. I love band. Band is my passion outside of the Lord.
But for something that I love so deeply, it almost always puts me in a bad mood. And I hate that it does that. And it's funny, cuz when I think about it, the reason it puts me in a bad mood, is because band isn't the passion of everyone else who is in band. For some people, it's a social hour, for some it's PE credit, for some it's just something to have a full schedule. And they're the ones who are slackers. They don't try. They get the instructors mad. And they bring down the attitude and performance of the entire band as a whole. I hate that after practice, I can always find something to vent about, because of something that happened during band. I mean, I get mad at myself when I have a bad practice. Tonight I got mad at myself cuz I couldn't play the second half of the pit solo in Copeland. And I should be able to play it, especially since some of my pit can play it. Granted, they stayed inside this morning and worked on it, but as Captain, I should hold myself to a higher standard and should have had it memorized weeks, months ago. But I guarentee you I will have it down by the end of this week, cuz I'm not satisfied with not being able to play the entire show.
Some people don't get that in order to be a good band, you need at least 100% effort from everyone. It's not like a sports team like football or basketball, how if you're having a bad game, you can just sit it out on the bench until you're ready to come in. Everyone in band is always "in". You could actually say that band takes 200% effort, 100% for the visualization aspect of it, and 100% for the musical side, even more would be awesome. If you give 50/50, it's evident in the performance, and if you give 100/100, it has just as big of an impact. So if you have 133 people on the field, at 200% from everyone, that's 26,600% effort out there, and if you have that much effort, it'll make a difference. What Mr Baker said tonight was so true, I would rather have strict, productive rehearsals with amazing competitions and to have the fun in the stands and the bus and the recognition we'll get, than to have a bunch of giggling fun and non productive practices and bad performaces. We'll have more fun if it feels like we have less fun now. And technically, it's, what? 53 minutes out of a day of concentration and hard work (plus 3 mor hours on Mondays), and then 23 hours and 7 minutes of fun that you can have. When we have good practices, we'll have more fun throughout the day knowing we gave it our all. And it's more fun to get the first places when we know we've given it our all, than to get a first place and know we didn't deserve it...
Wow. Go me and a band rant. I love band. And our I love this years band, it just gets frusterating sometimes. We all have our up and down days. Today must've just been an off day.
But for something that I love so deeply, it almost always puts me in a bad mood. And I hate that it does that. And it's funny, cuz when I think about it, the reason it puts me in a bad mood, is because band isn't the passion of everyone else who is in band. For some people, it's a social hour, for some it's PE credit, for some it's just something to have a full schedule. And they're the ones who are slackers. They don't try. They get the instructors mad. And they bring down the attitude and performance of the entire band as a whole. I hate that after practice, I can always find something to vent about, because of something that happened during band. I mean, I get mad at myself when I have a bad practice. Tonight I got mad at myself cuz I couldn't play the second half of the pit solo in Copeland. And I should be able to play it, especially since some of my pit can play it. Granted, they stayed inside this morning and worked on it, but as Captain, I should hold myself to a higher standard and should have had it memorized weeks, months ago. But I guarentee you I will have it down by the end of this week, cuz I'm not satisfied with not being able to play the entire show.
Some people don't get that in order to be a good band, you need at least 100% effort from everyone. It's not like a sports team like football or basketball, how if you're having a bad game, you can just sit it out on the bench until you're ready to come in. Everyone in band is always "in". You could actually say that band takes 200% effort, 100% for the visualization aspect of it, and 100% for the musical side, even more would be awesome. If you give 50/50, it's evident in the performance, and if you give 100/100, it has just as big of an impact. So if you have 133 people on the field, at 200% from everyone, that's 26,600% effort out there, and if you have that much effort, it'll make a difference. What Mr Baker said tonight was so true, I would rather have strict, productive rehearsals with amazing competitions and to have the fun in the stands and the bus and the recognition we'll get, than to have a bunch of giggling fun and non productive practices and bad performaces. We'll have more fun if it feels like we have less fun now. And technically, it's, what? 53 minutes out of a day of concentration and hard work (plus 3 mor hours on Mondays), and then 23 hours and 7 minutes of fun that you can have. When we have good practices, we'll have more fun throughout the day knowing we gave it our all. And it's more fun to get the first places when we know we've given it our all, than to get a first place and know we didn't deserve it...
Wow. Go me and a band rant. I love band. And our I love this years band, it just gets frusterating sometimes. We all have our up and down days. Today must've just been an off day.
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