So, I'm going to assume that you all know about the battle between sports and the arts, right? If you don't I'm going to sum it up for you quickly; all the dummkopfs who play only jock-ey sports don't appreciate us band kids who put in about twice as much time and effort and DON'T do stupid stuff just because we can get away with it. Frankly, we can't, because all the jocks are put on a pedestal and can do no wrong, even if they break into cars in the student parking lot and steal stuff, or go around town and squirt ketchup, mustard, and syrup all over the houses, or vandalize other schools.
Not that I'm biased or anything, though.
They're super stuck-up, too. We come in to practice before school starts for the year and an hour before school every day once it does in marching band season so we can have our drills down by the time our mighty football team even plays their first game. Everything our band seems to do revolves around stupid football or basketball, and we don't even get a heartfelt thank you. I still hear stuff from kids at school about how our marching band did the same thing at half time every game, but I really want to tell them to get the barking heck onto the field and march yourselves, and then criticize us for not having something new every. single. time. Of course, they didn't complain when the K-Line dance team did the same slutty dance several times, or the cheerleaders who couldn't hike their skirts up any higher, because they're better than us. Excuse me, bum rag? I don't see every single one of them stepping in time, playing memorized music as one whole unit instead of a group of teenagers who are only concerned with looking sexy. Please, tell me how that makes them better than us. I dare you to try.
Now, in basketball season, we've played at three of their games, boys and girls in one night, and god forbid we leave after half time, when we've been there for three barking hours already, because that makes it look like we don't support our basketball team, and it's very disrespectful.
Oh, h*** no! I'll stay for another hour when I see the basket ball team at one of our barking concerts, bum rags! I just don't understand what goes through their heads some times! The board gives our football team expensive new clart while our sousaphone players have to use duct tape to keep their mouthpieces on! Our band directors have paid for new instruments that we desperately need out of their own pockets, and they aren't cheap, either! And our football team hasn't won a game in YEARS!!! I look at my teacher's bulletin board with all the sports newspaper clippings, and not a single one of them is an article about how the Panthers beat the other team in their game last night. Not one. And we've had a district I rating at state marching band and jazz band competition for longer than that, and we're still not good enough!
I know that to all of you elsewhere in the country, it may sound like I'm exaggerating, but here in small-town U.S.A., this kind of thing is an all too common occurrence. Sports and last names are everything around here, and I couldn't despise the hierarchy more.
I don't know what else to say. It isn't fair. We deserve so much more than they do, but when it comes down to it, that never seems to matter to anyone but us. We're like our own family, or a cult as we've been called, and we've always got each other's backs, no matter what.
I care, but do you?
Friday, February 3, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Whoa! 2 posts in 10 days... aren't you proud?
Yes, I realize that when I first made this blog I posted about three or four times in the space of ten days, but THAT IS NOT THE POINT! Be proud of me, dang it!
Oops. Control your anger, Miles. (Oh, are you confused as to why I just called myself Miles? It's my crossdresser name, like Deryn is Dylan in LBG.)
Speaking of being proud of me, I went for a run today. Granted, it was a rather pathetic, raise-your-eyebrows-and-sigh-at-me kind of run, but it's a start. Living in the country and on a hill as I do, the gravel road up the driveway is an ideal place to run hills. I figure it was about 175 meters, and I ran up it four times with an average time of about *cringe* 43 seconds. Look down upon me in shame. During track season last year, I could run a 200 in 40. Granted, it was on a flat surface, but it was also 25 more meters. The worst part is that I felt sick afterward. Blech.
Oh, well. If I keep this up, I won't disgrace myself at practice too badly. Remind me to do this every day until the thirteenth, okay? Thanks.
Um... what else is there to talk about? I could talk about my new resolution to make myself look nice when I go to school every Friday, since it really bugged me when I wore sweatshirts or sweatpants every other day of the week. But, I just basically explained it all.
Or, of course, I could give you an update on my grandpa. Ugh, I feel so... dehumanizing when I say "update" you on him. Like he's a machine sputtering along, and that is definitely not the feeling I want to give off. Well, how about I just give you the basic info on the situation. He has small cell lung cancer that has metastasized basically everywhere. He's going through Kemo right now to give him a few more months, and to make him feel a little better in that time. That's as much detail as I'm going to get into.
Since I have homework to do, I'm going to end on that note, and not even be sarcastic. Sorry. (Oh, wait. I guess I just was. You're welcome.)
Bye!
Oops. Control your anger, Miles. (Oh, are you confused as to why I just called myself Miles? It's my crossdresser name, like Deryn is Dylan in LBG.)
Speaking of being proud of me, I went for a run today. Granted, it was a rather pathetic, raise-your-eyebrows-and-sigh-at-me kind of run, but it's a start. Living in the country and on a hill as I do, the gravel road up the driveway is an ideal place to run hills. I figure it was about 175 meters, and I ran up it four times with an average time of about *cringe* 43 seconds. Look down upon me in shame. During track season last year, I could run a 200 in 40. Granted, it was on a flat surface, but it was also 25 more meters. The worst part is that I felt sick afterward. Blech.
Oh, well. If I keep this up, I won't disgrace myself at practice too badly. Remind me to do this every day until the thirteenth, okay? Thanks.
Um... what else is there to talk about? I could talk about my new resolution to make myself look nice when I go to school every Friday, since it really bugged me when I wore sweatshirts or sweatpants every other day of the week. But, I just basically explained it all.
Or, of course, I could give you an update on my grandpa. Ugh, I feel so... dehumanizing when I say "update" you on him. Like he's a machine sputtering along, and that is definitely not the feeling I want to give off. Well, how about I just give you the basic info on the situation. He has small cell lung cancer that has metastasized basically everywhere. He's going through Kemo right now to give him a few more months, and to make him feel a little better in that time. That's as much detail as I'm going to get into.
Since I have homework to do, I'm going to end on that note, and not even be sarcastic. Sorry. (Oh, wait. I guess I just was. You're welcome.)
Bye!
Thursday, January 26, 2012
I'm still out here!
Um... er... *looks away guiltily* Long time no see?
It's been about 20 days since my last post, and I can't really say a large amount of super exciting stuff has happened to me.
Second semester started a few weeks ago, and while my schedule is very different from before, its fine with me. For all of you in school, how is your second semester? I think I heard that today is our 100th day of school somewhere, but you can't trust high school students. :) Not like I am one or anything... psch!
I'm kind of scared for Track to start in February. I have a horrible amount of willpower when it comes to actually getting started. When I get going I'm fine, really, but no matter how much I tell myself I should just go for a run, it'll be over before I know it, it doesn't make a difference. It just *DOESN'T HAPPEN*.
You may be asking, "But, Melissa, when you're in track, other people are the ones telling you to run and such, so why is it a problem?". Well, dear reader, please notice that I said it starts in February. February. It's still January at the moment. I have over two weeks until practices begin, and I know how brutal the first few days are, so I want to maybe do a little running to lessen the brutality. Bingo! That's why it's a problem, my reader.
Sorry for the random rambling. I'm aware of how pathetic I sound. Sorry again.
Phooh. I don't think there's anything else.
BYE!!!
It's been about 20 days since my last post, and I can't really say a large amount of super exciting stuff has happened to me.
Second semester started a few weeks ago, and while my schedule is very different from before, its fine with me. For all of you in school, how is your second semester? I think I heard that today is our 100th day of school somewhere, but you can't trust high school students. :) Not like I am one or anything... psch!
I'm kind of scared for Track to start in February. I have a horrible amount of willpower when it comes to actually getting started. When I get going I'm fine, really, but no matter how much I tell myself I should just go for a run, it'll be over before I know it, it doesn't make a difference. It just *DOESN'T HAPPEN*.
You may be asking, "But, Melissa, when you're in track, other people are the ones telling you to run and such, so why is it a problem?". Well, dear reader, please notice that I said it starts in February. February. It's still January at the moment. I have over two weeks until practices begin, and I know how brutal the first few days are, so I want to maybe do a little running to lessen the brutality. Bingo! That's why it's a problem, my reader.
Sorry for the random rambling. I'm aware of how pathetic I sound. Sorry again.
Phooh. I don't think there's anything else.
BYE!!!
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Days at home...
Hello, again, everyone.
I feel like a chipmunk. A chipmunk smuggling large acorns in my cheeks. Painful, scratchy ones.
Yes, oh faithful readers, I just said that. What does it mean, though? Well, if you were as faithful as you said, you'd know that I no longer have my wisdom teeth. Okay, but I still don't get how chipmunks and wisdom teeth are related, you say. The answer is simple; my face is so swollen that at this point I look like a chipmunk. Tada!
Argh. Yes, it has been two, almost three, days since I got them out Tuesday morning, but somehow I still couldn't make it through a full day of school. I left school after lunch and was at my grandma's for about an hour before actually making it home. I've been vegetable-izing for the last two days, feeling generally like clart. I had marathons of both Psych and Castle in that time. And I unloaded the dishwasher both days. You're welcome, Dad.
The reactions from the kids at school was quite varied. Well, not just kids, but teachers, too. You have people like a certain friend who shall not be named--cough--Evy--cough that tell me how sorry they are for me, and then proceed to give me the name "Chippy", others who are very polite about it, and then people like Anthony. Oh, yes. (I swear to you that he was totally joking, and making me laugh at this time) He said that I just gained weight over break, and loudly proclaimed it in his Anthony way to everyone who walked in. I, of course, couldn't stop laughing. It was painful. As for teachers, you get some that are like "Oh, poor hon. Feel better!", and then the band director who pokes my cheeks and makes a funny face at me. Gee, thanks, Leaper. :)
Well, that's about it, I guess. I'm going to school for the second half tomorrow, the classes after lunch that I missed today. That means I get to sleep in! Heh, we'll see how well that works. *sigh*
Goodnight!
I feel like a chipmunk. A chipmunk smuggling large acorns in my cheeks. Painful, scratchy ones.
Yes, oh faithful readers, I just said that. What does it mean, though? Well, if you were as faithful as you said, you'd know that I no longer have my wisdom teeth. Okay, but I still don't get how chipmunks and wisdom teeth are related, you say. The answer is simple; my face is so swollen that at this point I look like a chipmunk. Tada!
Argh. Yes, it has been two, almost three, days since I got them out Tuesday morning, but somehow I still couldn't make it through a full day of school. I left school after lunch and was at my grandma's for about an hour before actually making it home. I've been vegetable-izing for the last two days, feeling generally like clart. I had marathons of both Psych and Castle in that time. And I unloaded the dishwasher both days. You're welcome, Dad.
The reactions from the kids at school was quite varied. Well, not just kids, but teachers, too. You have people like a certain friend who shall not be named--cough--Evy--cough that tell me how sorry they are for me, and then proceed to give me the name "Chippy", others who are very polite about it, and then people like Anthony. Oh, yes. (I swear to you that he was totally joking, and making me laugh at this time) He said that I just gained weight over break, and loudly proclaimed it in his Anthony way to everyone who walked in. I, of course, couldn't stop laughing. It was painful. As for teachers, you get some that are like "Oh, poor hon. Feel better!", and then the band director who pokes my cheeks and makes a funny face at me. Gee, thanks, Leaper. :)
Well, that's about it, I guess. I'm going to school for the second half tomorrow, the classes after lunch that I missed today. That means I get to sleep in! Heh, we'll see how well that works. *sigh*
Goodnight!
Monday, January 2, 2012
Happy New Year!!!
Yes, I realize it's actually January 2nd right now, but HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
Sorry for the distinct lack of frequent posts.
So... hmm... what to post??? Oh, yes. What exactly I was doing the moment 2012 began in the Midwestern time zone. Reading Goliath by Scott Westerfeld, of course! I don't know about you, but I think it was a great way to start the year. I hope the trend continues...
Aren't you proud of me? I cleaned the basement today, completely of my own accord. Neither one of the parents or siblings told me to. I just did. And it took about two hours... I felt good about it afterwards because I'd done something productive (You'll notice that pattern in me. I do something productive, and I feel good. I do nothing, I feel like a bum-rag covered in clart.) I did it mostly because I ordered Just Dance 3 for the Wii, which is downstairs, and I want my whole family to be able to play it, including my mom, who's a neat freak. Love you, Mommy!
Then I got all creative and decked out my new notebook, steampunk style. Don't know what steampunk is? Think early 1900s with very elaborate, showy contraptions. It involves lots of gears and spinning things. Google it. Anyway, the way I decorated my notebook was by drawing lots of gears and taping them on the front *hums "Just glue some gears on it (And call it steampunk)" [Good video by the way. Youtube it]* Then I wrote "Steampunk" in really fancy, steampunk-ey letters. You can check it out on my other blog, whose URL is http://wriblogster.blogspot.com/ Also, if you have read the Leviathan Trilogy, feel free to read the 6 chapters of my FanFic I have posted. If not, SPOILER ALERT!!!
Ugh. I get my wisdom teeth taken out tomorrow morning. And tomorrow also happens to be the day school starts again. Usually I would say "Cool! I don't have to go to school!" but now that I'm in High School, I have semester tests, which you have a chance to opt out of a few of if you miss less than 3 days. So you can see how I would be compelled to go to school... Barking Spiders! I'm definitely not going tomorrow, and probably not Wednesday, so I basically need a perfect attendance 2nd semester or I'm SOL. Grrr...
So, without further rambling: Goodnight! I may or may not write again tomorrow!
Sorry for the distinct lack of frequent posts.
So... hmm... what to post??? Oh, yes. What exactly I was doing the moment 2012 began in the Midwestern time zone. Reading Goliath by Scott Westerfeld, of course! I don't know about you, but I think it was a great way to start the year. I hope the trend continues...
Aren't you proud of me? I cleaned the basement today, completely of my own accord. Neither one of the parents or siblings told me to. I just did. And it took about two hours... I felt good about it afterwards because I'd done something productive (You'll notice that pattern in me. I do something productive, and I feel good. I do nothing, I feel like a bum-rag covered in clart.) I did it mostly because I ordered Just Dance 3 for the Wii, which is downstairs, and I want my whole family to be able to play it, including my mom, who's a neat freak. Love you, Mommy!
Then I got all creative and decked out my new notebook, steampunk style. Don't know what steampunk is? Think early 1900s with very elaborate, showy contraptions. It involves lots of gears and spinning things. Google it. Anyway, the way I decorated my notebook was by drawing lots of gears and taping them on the front *hums "Just glue some gears on it (And call it steampunk)" [Good video by the way. Youtube it]* Then I wrote "Steampunk" in really fancy, steampunk-ey letters. You can check it out on my other blog, whose URL is http://wriblogster.blogspot.com/ Also, if you have read the Leviathan Trilogy, feel free to read the 6 chapters of my FanFic I have posted. If not, SPOILER ALERT!!!
Ugh. I get my wisdom teeth taken out tomorrow morning. And tomorrow also happens to be the day school starts again. Usually I would say "Cool! I don't have to go to school!" but now that I'm in High School, I have semester tests, which you have a chance to opt out of a few of if you miss less than 3 days. So you can see how I would be compelled to go to school... Barking Spiders! I'm definitely not going tomorrow, and probably not Wednesday, so I basically need a perfect attendance 2nd semester or I'm SOL. Grrr...
So, without further rambling: Goodnight! I may or may not write again tomorrow!
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