Pressure(Stress + Adrenaline) = Minor Emotional Breakdown

So, today was definitely not a good day for me. 


It all started with the pleasant little solo contest in which my participation was required in as a band student. I was actually fairly comfortable with going and playing in front of a judge this time versus how I felt the past two years. Sure, my trumpet solo obviously wasn't perfected, but I was at least confident that I wouldn't let nerves get to me. This isn't, however, how it worked out. First of all, my trumpet was having a really bad tone day and secondly, due to certain circumstances, it somehow happened that I had to play for not only the judge but an added audience of some three or four other band members who were next up to play. Yeah... no.


In a nutshell, I didn't play my best. I was a bit embarrassed about that, sure, but overall when I finished playing I had accepted how it had turned out and that was that. Or so I thought. The judge gave me some feedback and I did my best to focus on him and not look over at my classmates. I exited the room I had performed in. A person waiting outside asked if I was all right. I'm not sure why but it can be assumed that something gave it away.


And after that, I definitely was not all right because I promptly started crying. No signs, no warning, nothing. This was then proceeded by me finding myself incapable to stop crying.


For three periods.


Yeah, so there I was hiding out in the band locker room, practically skipping class because for the life of me I couldn't get a hold of myself. It wasn't like I wanted to cry or that I even felt the need to cry, but I definitely did cry. Every time I thought that I had it under control, someone else would walk in and regardless of whether they acknowledged I was there or whether I knew them on a personal level or not, it would just start up again. I reasoned with myself so many times on why the heck I couldn't just cut it out and get on with my life, but my efforts were in vain.


Luckily, I had some relatively good friends who were helping out with the solo contest (along with some people I didn't know much at all but were genuinely nice people) who did their best to get me out of my... "state". Naturally, I wanted everyone to just disappear because crying during school when you're fourteen isn't something that anyone should or would be particularly proud of especially when it was triggered by something a lot of other people had to do, but I suppose that in the end it was a good thing that they were all there. Sure, maybe it would've helped more if I could communicate better but due to the gaspy sort of cry I was indulging in, talking didn't work the best.


Surprising the strict and often unreasonable band teacher was actually helpful. Due to my unwillingness to rejoin the general population of the school for lunch, she brought me a blueberry muffin and a banana to eat. That period I spent by myself, alone, did the trick. The band locker room was actually well situated for this sort of stuff, offering a sink and a seemingly endless role of paper towels... yep.


But yeah, thankfully I finally felt comfortable enough to go to seventh period science and finish off the day. 

Sorry about telling an entirely without message story... actually it SHALL have a message which will be... that... it's perfectly okay to have those emotionally difficult moments where your body goes "screw what your brain is saying, I'm gonna  have a break down so ha!" Although, it is definitely preferable for those moments to not happen in public places. Because that just injures your pride. A lot. 

So Jae, that probably answers my absence during school today, huh? Sorry I didn't tell you the full story eighth period and stuff, but I was still a bit too unstable to risk going on about it too much at the time.


Anyhow, Q&A time. Yay!


Jae's question to me:
Ancay ouyay eadray isthay?
Opefullyhay ecausebay ouryay estionquay illway ebay asedphray
isthay ayway.
Ifway offeredway away ancechay, ouldway ouyay everway actway
ikelay ethay igpay inway ethay Eicogay ommercialscay?


Yes, I can read that. It was quite fun to decode, actually. :D
Aaand to answer the next question... yeah, I probably would because shoot, it seems fun... Ooh, make that a bucket list idea?


As for my question to whoever posts next:
If you only had an unlimited supply of one material on a deserted island, what would that one material be? 


Oh, and upon reading Jae's last blog post, I'll supply some links, I suppose... Dramatic One-Act Play of Rebecca Black's "Friday" and Life of Ke$ha.


And that's all folks! 
~Jovi

Hate to Get All "Mom" On You...

Seems like Linday's life, or Joy's for that matter, hasn't been very exciting.
Well honestly mine hasn't either, but I have a probable (cough cough Joy) reason to blog. This blog will consist of a few different factors. My "mom" lecture, and a few funny stories moms might not approve of.  Hah. Well, lecture first.
Bullying NEEDS to stop.
Now.
No more, "oh someone else will deal with it."
No. Cause guess what? A lot of times it's too late.
I know a courageous girl who just smiling and talking to someone made them stop cutting themselves. Reporting bullying to the police can help a poor girl who goes through that everyday because she's different. Calling someone pretty could have saved their life.
Could have.
Imagine if you called this poor girl, who is actually very pretty, ugly. She's dead now. She committed suicide, shooting herself.
Would you feel bad?
She's dead. DEAD. You can't undo your actions. The small things you do to make yourself look "cool" can kill a poor, YOUNG, innocent girl. 15? Do you realize her family is probably devastated? What about her best friends? She had so much going for her. She was outgoing, loved to laugh, had a family, her pet dog, she was an active soccer player. She had her whole life ahead of her.
But no. Bullies had to ruin it for her. Their little remarks affected tons of people. And they probably didn't even think before they acted. Well I hope they're sorry. Now they have a lifetime to live with that conscious.
All I can say is RIP, honey. You're in a better place. <3 I didn't even know you, but I'm so sorry. Call suicide selfish. Say what you want, but here's a quote:
"Suicide isn't cowardly. Wanna know what's cowardly? Treating someone so badly that they want to end their life."
A lot of times the bullies are the ones who are jealous. Again if your a bully, you need to knock it off. This girl will never get her life back. The simple pull of the trigger. Going out to those if you're a victim of a bully, don't cut yourself, commit suicide, or anything. There's people out there who care and love you. I promise. I may not know you, but lmL. Talk to someone. A parent. A teacher. A counselor. An adult. If you think killing yourself gets you attention, it might. But you'd be dead. Please. Don't. Save your family, friends, everyone from going through that. <3
(Speaking of, make sure to see Bully when it comes out. I know they almost rated it r, but it's not that bad.  Bad words, a bit of violence, but nothing worse than what people are used to. See it. I actually attend one of the schools they filmed it at. It's sad. Here's the trailer. I've seen the movie already.
On a happier note, let's talk about funny stories.
If you don't know, I play trombone in band. Yeah, the one with the slide and stuff. Well, our band teacher has us do solos and stuff. Our solo contest is this Friday (we play a solo for a judge and we get a score...1+ is the best, 3 is the worse...)
So since our concerts done, we had today to turn in the music and work on the solos. She sent us trombones (three of us) to the stage to work.
Oh gosh, I'm surprised she hasn't caught on and banned us from the stage. We practiced! Maybe we got lucky she heard us playing a bit. But...we didn't practice the whole time. Let's just say there was an empty janitor bucket in there. And one of us (not me!) got in it. And the other one (still, not me !) started pushing him around. :D A lot of times, I'm a bystander. I don't start these things, I sit back and laugh. Heck, I'm a good kid and would never do these on my own. But I don't mind having a bit of fun once in awhile. It was quite hilarious. It's not like that's the only thing we've done...playing behind curtains (that one they got yelled at for...hey I didn't do it!) and stuff. I can't remember them all now, but yeah. Hmm what else was I gonna say? I got myself all scratched up cause of climbing Joy's tree in shorts and stuff. That's not smart.
We stayed up till 1 or 2 am. We played truth or dare. Drank lots of Coke. (Coca Cola...not cocaine! I promise.) Ate grass, fell off swings (truth or dare there), sang "Best Day Ever" by Spongebob on a very loud Rock Band (yes Spongebob on Rock Band) game because her brothers lost the remote to the tv and it was turned up loud and the buttons on the tv weren't working...sigh. I think they got a new one now but yeah. Oh, we also stayed up looking up Youtube videos. These videos included Julian Smith's Song Stuck Inside Your Head (which gets stuck inside your head super easily), the VlogBrothers Hungry Games (i wanna do that now!), a crazy trumpeters Where's the Chapstick? (Oh goodness), and charlieissocoollike's American Accent and Duet with Himself. Also I showed them the all 3 Duck Songs. Haha. Oh, don't forget Annoying Orange. Who's so stupid it's kinda funny. There was also a dramatic video of Rebecca Black's Friday song turned into a drama, and a girl imitating Ke$ha. But I don't remember them. I bet @Jovi could add those to her blog though. Hint hint.
Well, OH! 'Nother funny story.
So happy bleated Easter ya'll! Haha I'm not Southern silly. Southerner's suck (@Lindsay). :) Just kidding people. And after that we had a little Easter thing in our backyard. My little second cousin was talking to me (well little to me, 10 isn't that little though). Here's how our convo went:
Hunter: Yeah! Same arm as me, left. (talking about his friend who broke his arm)
Me: How'd you break your arm?
Hunter: Being stupid.
Me: ...
Hunter: Seriously, I was an idiot! (Then he went on to explain he was on a kiddie Flintstones car awhile back--when he was like in 1st grade--and he was singing "I believe I can f--" and he fell off. Oh that was fun to listen to).
But we were at church service, right? After a drama about a guy who's life changed with God in his life...and after clapping....everyone started LAUGHING. I turn around and here comes my awesome pastor hopping down the aisle (Yes hopping. Not running, or skipping, hopping like a bunny would) in a full body bunny suit (minus covering his whole head...he had big ears on though). Oh. My. Goodness. That. Was. Freaking. Hilarious. Then he got to the front, opened a coca cola, and talked about the original. And how he had a bag from Japan (he's Asian) that wasn't the original brand and it looked good, but smelled like donkey. That may make our church seem all laid-back, and it is, but it's not like that everyday. He never drinks coke in front like that. He just had it open with that noise, make you realize that Coca Cola is the ORIGINAL. (With the whole God thing, one original one). Then he mentioned a Yugo and we all turned to my dad. If you don't know what a Yugo is, it was the worst car ever made. Look it up.
Well, I'll hopefully be back. We get to give my almost-2-year-old-toy-poodle-runt baby medicine because he got two shots and now he has swelling. The vet said it's normal, and he's getting better, but he's all soar.
Peace out, dudes.
~Jae

QUESTION TIME
*Have you ever done something stupid (a la my father)? If so, (and don't try to tell me you haven't) what was it?
...I'm sure you guys can all infer by now that this question is completely, definitely, and utterly a yes. I am very smart academically, but when it comes to street smart/common sense. Not so much.
Once I got my new comforter out for my bed (not that long ago, actually. A month?) and it had a bed skirt. I thought you like hung it around the bed frame, so when I unfolded it and the white part in the middle came out I'm like "OH MY GOD I BROKE IT!" D:
...
Yeah. Hmm, I do tons of stupid stuff every day and yet I manage to forget it.
Haha right now I keep getting on facebook (like every few seconds) and I keep getting one notification. It's cause I'm currently in a poking war with someone. ...I'm a brunette on the outside (well I dyed it bright auburn so my friend calls me a ginger-in-training (git)...my roots are showing anyway), but I'm a blonde at heart.
Gah, I have a lot more stupid things I've done. If this counts, when I was almost 2, I walked in paint and got little baby footprints everywhere. Or when I was 3 or 4 my dad was building our deck. i walked out on it, walked on a board that wasn't nailed down, and I still have a mark on my forehead. I can just imagine me diddly-daddly (yes I said that) on the deck and me crying as it swung up and hit me. Classic there.
I'm clumsy too. I used to get injured all the time. I was going down a hill by us on my bike, swerving. I don't know why, but I fell off mid hill. ALMOST broke my ankle. At school we did a Field Day in 5th grade (right before 5th Grade Fun Day I might add, so I got to wear a splint while ice skating) we did a 4-way-tire tug-a-war and I managed to land on my wrist just wrong to partially fracture it. When I was little my mom and I were somewhere and her or I managed to scratch my eye with a straw and  the doctor made me wear an eyepatch. I did NOT like that. AT ALL.
Gosh, I could go on and on. Maybe my next blog post should just be stupid mistakes I've done. I wish I could come up with more...buttt my mind's being stupid right now. (hehe I said butt. SEE?!)
Today I couldn't remember how to spell throat in Spanish (class, not the language). Throught? Thought? Trought? I felt dumb when I realized it.

Okay, my question for who ever decides to get around in their boring life to post next (love you guys!):

Ancay ouyay eadray isthay?
Opefullyhay ecausebay ouryay estionquay illway ebay asedphray
isthay ayway.
Ifway offeredway away ancechay, ouldway ouyay everway actway
ikelay ethay igpay inway ethay Eicogay ommercialscay?


There's 3. Here's one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCg-qf8ZDoc&feature=related
This is probably how it would end up (@Lindsay, ya up for it?):  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jI1xeG07Wc0&feature=fvst

Oh have fun reading that! :)

Of Lizards and Naive Fathers

Have you ever wondered what would happen if you hung a lizard from your ear?

No? Yeah, me neither.

The same, however, cannot be said for my father, who enthusiastically jumped on the chance to let a reptile bite his earlobe and hang from it, like an earring.

Yeah, my family is definitely not a normal one.

So the story goes like this: for Easter weekend, my family went up to my grandparents' house to eat ham and dye eggs (like the little kids we all are at heart) and just chill. And that's what we were doing when the whole lizard debacle came about: chilling. We were outside, and you have to know that my grandparents live in a very woodsy area, and because of that, there is a plethora (Ooo! Big word!) of animals--both of the wanted and unwanted variety. 

My dad, acting on his dorky, reckless teenage impulsions that he seemingly never grew out of, saw a lizard innocently chilling on a plant, and immediately reached out, caught it, held it to his ear, and stood back as it clamped its jaw around his earlobe--all in one motion.

My father, ladies and gentlemen.

It didn't stay on long, though. It flailed a little before dropping to the ground, no doubt traumatized by the turn of events. Heck, who wouldn't be? After all, it was just forcibly made to bite on to some sweaty dude's ear, and couldn't very well let go lest it drop to its (albeit, really unlikely) death.

My dad's ear bled a little, though I guess that's what he gets for wearing an innocent reptile as an earring.

Well, that's my post for today! (Actually, it's my first one in almost a month... I kind of fell back in my blogging duties, seeing it was my turn to post last time and I, well, didn't. Sorry about that...)

Oh! Happy Easter everyone, whether or not you celebrate it. After all, even if you don't celebrate, you still get Good Friday off (or spring break, though that differs for everyone) and that is definitely something worth celebrating.

Question time, yay... 

My favorite word? I can't really narrow it down to one, because there are so many...

But, I guess I really love the word ethereal (gaseous, invisible but detectable). Or evanescent (vanishing quickly, lasting a very short time). Or elixir, or demure, or labyrinthine, or murmurous, or quintessential, or plethora, or serendipity, or tintinnabulation, or chatoyant, or... I just love words, okay? 

(Don't tell anyone, but I actually keep a running list of words I love. Honestly, if I could marry words, I would.)

My question: Have you ever done something stupid (a la my father)? If so, (and don't try to tell me you haven't) what was it?

Adios, my internet readers (if you even exist).

~Lindsay

Today is the Weasly twins' birthday! [...Fred. *sniffles*]

So, guess what? It's been over a MONTH since any one of us last posted on this old dusty blog. We really ought to be ashamed of ourselves--a handful of paragraphs really isn't that hard to type (says the person who is yet to finish a first draft for a simple two paged essay... I'll get to it tonight, I promise! <---LIES.) I'm really sorry. I shouldn't be making a post at all today but I sort of promised Jae yesterday that I would and I like to be a person of my word so I'm going to even though I'm quite convinced that all the little men inside of my brain are starting some giant rebellion. Either that or they're all spontaneously exploding (ooh, reference to a band song) so yeah. My brain is going about three times the speed it should be going which really sucks 'cause I know for sure my two brothers don't want to deal with THAT so I'm stuck expressing this blog.


Also, it's like 90 degrees outside which is... weird, considering how it's April and how it normally doesn't get to this to excessive amounts too often when it's actually summer. I have no idea how that relates to my hyperactive mind. Bleh, why can't my typing keep up with my head!?


Again, really sorry I'm doing a post today. I wouldn't be offended if you didn't read this considering how it has no meaning or anything behind it at all.


Ooh, let's go through what's on my desk right now! It's really messy, actually. I really shouldn't. But I will 'cause I have nothing better to go on about (which wouldn't make me sad--see title of post.) Okay, so there's a lot of glittery things, and sticky notes and books and calculators--three of them actually... I don't know--and pencils and markers and sharpies and thin mints--they were hiding. Luckily, I found them--and my netbook and a stuffed Pokemon and some tape and a pencil bag and an EZ poor and some bouncy balls and some dice and a flashdrive and a MP3 and a binder of Pokemon cards and a good handful of notebooks and a rock  that I use for a paperweight and my cellphone and a hollow M&M container-ma-bob and a mini thing of toothpaste and a lot of old letters and some tacky glue and a little dish with a goat on it that has maybe five dollars worth of change in it and.... I think that might cover everything in plain sight. I really should clean it up some... And alsjdlfkj... probably should just delete that last paragraph. My life's dull right now, I'm sorry!


So, how about that Obama-care? Personally, I'm going to be immensely concerned for the country if they pass it. To begin with, Obama-care requires for every single person born in the USA to purchase healthcare or else they'll have to pay a penalty. It's obvious that this goes against the Constitution already, isn't it? The thing is, that back when their was more power to the states they had this one clause (which I can't think of right now... whoop-de-doo) that prevented any state from placing too much taxes on imports/exports due to how it effects the individuals living in the states directly. You see, since then this clause has been stretched very, very far to cover multiple things, it's starting to get powerful. Possibly even powerful to pass this law due to the fact that when people don't have healthcare, others are stuck paying for them. If it does pass this though, this particular clause will become IMMENSELY POWERFUL AND IT'LL KEEP GAINING POWER UNTIL THIS NATION ISN'T FREE ANYMORE. Heh, not too that extent, but it will get pretty powerful. Like, they could possible start making it so people would have to buy so much healthy food every year or else be penalized because eating unhealthy food is bad for you. Not like this is going to happen, but if they're passing Obama-care, laws like that do have potential of getting passed. So yeah...


Shoot, I just talked about POLITICS. Guys, that isn't good. I suck at politics so bad. How could I even-- I have certainly lost all-- I-- Ausch-scloghs-a-schotch-aks...


Erm...


Question Time!
Have you seen any random person dancing lately?
No, no I have not. Shame, really.


Oh my gosh--I have to share a really cute word with you all. It's frickin' adorable. It might be from a different language and impossible to pronounce, but it's still kind of awesome:


Mamihlapinatapai, meaning the look shared between two people both hoping that the other will do what they both desire, but neither will.


It's like, a first kiss... and d'aww. I just love that word. :)


Anyhow. My question:
Any really awesome/cool/cute words you love?


~Jovi