So this week was coming home from camping/ 8-5 week/ did that rehearsal really just happen?/ ooohhh! that fundraiser was really fun/ crap I have to close tonight and work tomorrow/ I'm finally getting to go on a date with Cheyenne after work tomorrow! week.
Let me explain.
We had our annual Shipley N' Shipley camping trip last/this week. This is one of my favorite things hat happens all year. But this year (and I blame the pooopy weather) It was not nearly as much fun as it usually is. Don't get me wrong, it was still fun and nice to get up to the mountains, but kinda a disappointment. After this not-quite-so-awesome trip comes the dreaded but never avoided UNloading part of things. You all know the drill. Your tired from vacation and packing up all day, then you get to come home and try to get everything back in place. This happened for us WHILE IT WAS RAINING AGAIN!!!!!! AGAIN!!!!!
So that sucked.
Also, we came back Monday so I missed a third of marching band drill camp this-my senior and final-year. It sucks cause it was cut three hours early and a day short this year and I LOVE 8-8 WEEK!
So the next day I come back to band and try to catch up. I gained a new respect for Lauren that day because I only had to catch up on 12 sets while she-last season- had to learn the whole show in shorter time. So that was good for me. Anyways, After rehearsal, MRS. Leyva seems really disappointed. Understandable. The band (myself included) was really noisy today while she was trying to give us instruction. But there was something else. During sectional dinners Monday (remember I wasn't there!) a whole section didn't show up to dinner! I'm thinking "well that was stupid! Which section leader let that happen?" That night for dinner, I found out it was MY SECTION!!!! I was really quite disappointed in them. None of them even had a good reason not to show, they didn't because it was something they didn't want to do. UNACCEPTABLE. So by this time I'm PISSED. Now the thing about me is I really am a deep thinker, I just keep it all to myself so I look really dumb. Not a good habit I know. So I start thinking... "why are they like this?" then it got deeper. I started wondering why we struggle as a section in all areas. I came to the conclusion that it was my fault. I like to think that as far as music and marching goes, I'm a pretty good section leader. And to me, that's all section leader was. Until that day when I was forced to change my thinking. I'm late a lot, unorganized, loud, and borderline rude. This all has rubbed off on my section and I feel horrible about it. TERRIBLE. Like my parents had been saying for years, I was the example. And a terrible one at that.
So the next day, MRS. Leyva was gone. (I'm guessing massive migraine) so Kyle Chenier ran rehearsal. I was really good friends with Kyle before he joined Troopers and came back as staff. Another "Oh" moment-I've always heard that even the nicest people can go crazy when given a little power" Now he just pisses me off. Long story short, rehearsal was run into the ground and EVERYBODY was pissed off. I full on had an argument with him in front of the whole band (kudos to me I didn't swear) and was thoroughly angry after that. Dinner was at my house. So I started thinking why I had that yelling match with him. As a council member and example, that was a terrible idea. No matter how much you hate it, YOU NEVER ARGUE WITH THE PERSON IN CHARGE. It undermines the whole thing. But as a section leader, that was the right thing to do. Not one of my section members could have handled another run-through with out at least a quick drink of water. Half the band couldn't. So I stood up to that. And after I got shot down by the rest of the staff, I told my section not to play if they couldn't. This was one of the greatest moments as a section leader I've ever had. Their love and loyalty was proven as NOT ONE OF THE WOODWINDS PLAYED the woodwind break. While it was bad, It proved to me that these people trusted me and would follow me.
Exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.
Anyways, the more I say about this, the more angry I get so I'll stop. Just know that Wednesday was not good.
Yesterday, in comparison was amazing. Our band got chosen to staff a company party for a hospital provided by Fun Events Co. This was the funnest work I've ever done. Besides the free pizza and Famous Dave's, we got Snowies, popcorn, and cotton candy as well. All we had to do was regulate the rides and food. On top of that, we got paid $1500 for doing it. It was a great day, so it balanced out the one before.
Tonight, however, I have to go to work... from 8 till 2ish in the morning... ugh... I also have to work both my jobs tomorrow. But after that, I get a reward for being a good boy. I get to go out on a date with Cheyenne. For the first time. Now this may seem pathetic, but you really would have had to live my life to understand why this is our first date. (sorry for how late it is Cheyenne) Anyways, It's going to be a great way to end a emotionally confusing, physically exhausting, and life-experience-gaining week.
That's all outta me for now, more posts when I have a half an hour to kill.
7/21/2010
Something from Nothing
So... I realized that it has been at least two weeks since i blogged last... O.o So I figured I'd blog about that.
Really, things HAVE been going on in my life, I PROMISE. But, writing them down just isn't my way of coping. I do enjoy talking about them but not as a stress reliever... I'd much rather sit in my room, destroying my ears with music that's too loud blaring in my head and stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness...
So the point is, when I want to tell you about something, I will, but not to help myself. It will simply be because I have NOTHING else to do because there is nobody interesting on facebook and I can't play my sax and I have nothing to read or no movie to watch and all my friends can't hang out and I have the munchies so bad that I raid the fridge for a good hour. THAT'S when I'll post stuff. No sooner. No later.
... Now I feel like I need to end this somehow... Like a signature ending that I end ALL my posts with... And right now, I have no idea, But that's ok cause I don't care enough to think of one, and reflecting on it, it's not THAT important... at least not important enough for me to stare at the screen and try to get and idea for ten more minutes. So when i have a suitable ending sequence, I'll let you people know. Until then... This'll have to do.
Also, I've noticed that i say "..." a lot... does this bother anyone? Really? That's good to know... I DON'T CARE!!!!
Ok this is all now. For reals. And stuff O.o
Really, things HAVE been going on in my life, I PROMISE. But, writing them down just isn't my way of coping. I do enjoy talking about them but not as a stress reliever... I'd much rather sit in my room, destroying my ears with music that's too loud blaring in my head and stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness...
So the point is, when I want to tell you about something, I will, but not to help myself. It will simply be because I have NOTHING else to do because there is nobody interesting on facebook and I can't play my sax and I have nothing to read or no movie to watch and all my friends can't hang out and I have the munchies so bad that I raid the fridge for a good hour. THAT'S when I'll post stuff. No sooner. No later.
... Now I feel like I need to end this somehow... Like a signature ending that I end ALL my posts with... And right now, I have no idea, But that's ok cause I don't care enough to think of one, and reflecting on it, it's not THAT important... at least not important enough for me to stare at the screen and try to get and idea for ten more minutes. So when i have a suitable ending sequence, I'll let you people know. Until then... This'll have to do.
Also, I've noticed that i say "..." a lot... does this bother anyone? Really? That's good to know... I DON'T CARE!!!!
Ok this is all now. For reals. And stuff O.o
6/27/2010
First Blog
So I'm trying to start a blog. You could say it was peer pressure, or a need to write things down mixed with a hate for that stupid cramp you get when you write on your bed late in the night for several hours, but the point is that I'm a blogger now.
Anyways
So the oh-so-original title of this blog is Music In Motion. I named it this because Music Really is my life. So really, it's more of my life's motion. So if you don't care about my obsession with band, converse and girls (and not necessarily in that order), please don't read this. Also, there with be spelling and grammar errors. The really funny part is: I DON'T CARE. So If your a English Major with heart problems, this blog is NOT recommended by your doctors.
But I digress.
What I really wanted to say in this my first post is that summer time = band time. This simple math equation means countless hours spent perfecting the impossible. Things such as getting up to five kids ages 12 to 18 in perfect left-to-right lines WHILE MARCHING (which by the way is surprisingly difficult and different than walking -no up down!!!!) through the extreme heat.
BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!!!!
After that has been accomplished to a satisfying degree, each individual is responsible for memorizing often over 100 measures of 4/4 music, with all that that entails- dynamics, style, rhythms and notes, and even facial expressions while playing. So, yes it's impossible, and yes its frustrating and difficult and annoying and not even close to normal. But it is worth it a thousand times over. The reasons why are many and varied, and you really have yo try it out before you can understand, but they are there.
So that's really it for first post... I really have no idea how so satisfactorily end one of these, but here sounds like a good place.
P.S.- my little sister Lauren gets the props for my blog's look. She is the amazing computer genius around here and has a great sense of how things need to look. So Kudos to her.
Anyways
So the oh-so-original title of this blog is Music In Motion. I named it this because Music Really is my life. So really, it's more of my life's motion. So if you don't care about my obsession with band, converse and girls (and not necessarily in that order), please don't read this. Also, there with be spelling and grammar errors. The really funny part is: I DON'T CARE. So If your a English Major with heart problems, this blog is NOT recommended by your doctors.
But I digress.
What I really wanted to say in this my first post is that summer time = band time. This simple math equation means countless hours spent perfecting the impossible. Things such as getting up to five kids ages 12 to 18 in perfect left-to-right lines WHILE MARCHING (which by the way is surprisingly difficult and different than walking -no up down!!!!) through the extreme heat.
BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!!!!
After that has been accomplished to a satisfying degree, each individual is responsible for memorizing often over 100 measures of 4/4 music, with all that that entails- dynamics, style, rhythms and notes, and even facial expressions while playing. So, yes it's impossible, and yes its frustrating and difficult and annoying and not even close to normal. But it is worth it a thousand times over. The reasons why are many and varied, and you really have yo try it out before you can understand, but they are there.
So that's really it for first post... I really have no idea how so satisfactorily end one of these, but here sounds like a good place.
P.S.- my little sister Lauren gets the props for my blog's look. She is the amazing computer genius around here and has a great sense of how things need to look. So Kudos to her.
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