Get out of my way.

I am convinced that there are approximately 8.76 people in mid-Michigan who can drive. I mean, seriously.

I get cut off at least twice during a one way trip.
95% of the people I end up behind are driving at least 10 under the posted speed limit (Yes, I am aware it is a speed limit, but seriously wtf. Where I'm from, if you're not doing 5 over, you get flicked off and screamed at.).
It is common practice, apparently, to merge at a snail's pace into a turn lane, and put on your turn signal once your entire vehicle is in the lane. (NEWS FLASH. It is a turn SIGNAL. You SIGNAL your intent, and then you perform your intent.)

This list could go on forever.

But alas. I'm convinced there's a sticker on my car that invites people to drive like morons when they're within a half mile of me. And it's one of those things where like some people can't hear certain frequencies. Everyone can see the sticker except me.

Completely unrelated topic: I think I might be hallucinating noises right now. I keep thinking I hear my phone vibrate, and then remember my phone is not on vibrate. So now I think it sounds like a cow. Maybe Konishiki is mooing. That would be pretty awesome if my fish could moo.


"It's like last week I was at the video store. Do I rent The Devil Wears Prada again? Or do I finally get around to seeing Sophie's Choice? It is what you would call a classic difficult decision." - Michael

I couldn't think of anything creative.

So, I thought summer was supposed to be relaxing. I haven't done much of that. I go to the band office to do almost nothing at 9 every morning. The good news is, I can usually get stuff done at home because I'm not there very long.

This upcoming week, I have 35.5 hours at good old Dick's Sporting Goods. Now, I really like money. I really don't like that store. I'm so conflicted. We have two people in footwear on vacation this week; one of whom I really don't like very much. He talks more than I do, which is saying a lot. He also doesn't get anything done, leaving me to do what he didn't do a vast majority of the time I come in to work. I don't like doing other people's work. So I am happy he is out of the picture this week. Jealous of the other guy that's on vacation because he is in Japan. I told him a bunch of things to try and see while he's there. I would so love to go back to Japan someday.

Went to Tweezer and Lauren's wedding yesterday. It was a lot better than I expected. I actually had fun. I don't think Lauren really likes any of the tubas and acted super awkward when Austin and I said goodbye last night. Oh well. She looked super gorgeous, by the way. Loooooved her dress. The ceremony was really nice, and the reception was even nicer. It was in Bridgewater Place in downtown Grand Rapids, which looked pretty new to me. I don't remember it being there when I was in DeVos across the way my senior year for MMC. Really nice building. Great place for a reception. So, probably expensive. But nice just the same.

The ride home was depressing, for a couple reasons. The main portion being when Austin came up with like 7 people he'd want in his wedding party that he thinks he'd have a tough time cutting down to four or five.

I came up with one person.

I can't decide if this is good or bad. I told Austin that Jennifer would just be a huge pimp, walking down the aisle with like five guys. No big. She'd love it. You know, awesome, I have one really really good friend. But I can't think of like, anyone else as of right now that I could just be like, "Wanna be in my wedding party?" Maybe I'm just thinking too hard or I'm too concerned about it. Maybe your wedding party doesn't have to be your close close friends. Or friend. I mean, don't get me wrong. Jennifer will be in my wedding party no matter what. If I get married 7 times, she'll be my matron of honor 7 times. But the other people? I just don't know. Maybe people I would have put in my wedding party like, a year ago, will stop being douche bags by the time I get married, but I just don't know. I trust people less by the day. Maybe I'll hire some people.

Watching people dance last night made me laugh. My dad told me once that we're learning to waltz for my wedding "so we don't look like idiots doing the softshoe shuffle."

I always think of ridiculous things for my wedding.

1. Sparty as best man.

Sparty will be at my wedding, no matter what. If he can't be best man, maybe he can be a brideservant.

2. Instead of the wedding party taking dance lessons, we'll go to Camp Kickstep with Glen Brough.

You know how they introduce the wedding party at the reception? We'll come in kickstepping.

3. If we can't kickstep, we come in to State Fanfare or the Pregame Fight. Or the first lick of Spartan Fanfare like they do at basketball games when they announce the starting lineup. Our guests can be like the Izzone.

You know I'm going to pick some epic music for my wedding. You want an invite, I know. People are going to pay for invitations to my wedding.


My mom originally came up with the fight song. I've just expanded on it. Probably not a good thing. If you love me, you won't let me do all of this. The only thing I'm super serious about is Sparty being at my wedding. It's a requirement. Maybe not in the wedding party, but he'll be there in his tux. I mean, come on. How awesome would it be to get your picture taken with Sparty in your wedding dress? Pretty freaking cool, if you ask me.

I think I might have to turn the AC on sometime in the near future. It's starting to get hot in here.

TTFN.


"I'm not going to be okay....I don't know what I'm going to do....Please. I'm not going to be okay....I'm not strong. I'll go back to Jan and I hate Jan. Oh, God..." - Michael

OH, Finals.

It is that time again, friends. Finals. One of my least favorite times of year. Not only is my brain on the brink of exploding, but it's hot as Hell outside, and I'm just in general miserable.

Yeah, I know. Wah wah finals wahahhahaweahwfe. Everyone has them. Doesn't help when I have whiny band directors calling Sharon asking where the music to the fight song is they requested at the beginning of the weekend right before MSU finals, friends being douche bags, busy boyfriend who has no time for girlfriend, etc. etc. Nothing can ever go right for me. Things get really stupid at the dumbest possible times. Thrilling.

The good news is: No finals for Conducting Seminar or Instrumental Methods.
Bassoon final taken last week.
Saxophone final taken this morning.

The bad news is:
18th Century Music final at 12:45.
IAH 211B (Bollywood) final at 3.
Caribbean Music Final at 3 on Wednesday.
Various other meetings/work to get done this week.

My head is going to explode, just wait. As Dr. Cannon said at the concert yesterday, "Today is the day measure 5 is going to be awesome." Well, Wednesday is the day my head will finally explode.

Walked a 10K yesterday with my parents. In the rain. It was pretty miserable, but still cool. My back hurts like hell because of it. Don't really understand that part, but oh well. My knee isn't hurting today like it was after the 10K yesterday.

Concert yesterday. Could've gone better, could've gone worse. Concert Band has some serious togetherness issues. Oh well.

And now, I must study. Not even close to excited about this, and either is my headache. I hope the rest of the world is feeling leagues better than I am.


"Turns out being the 'morality police' does not make you popular. I should know, because in middle school I was the hall monitor and the kids used to stuff egg salad in my locker. Yeah, I was just hoping middle school was over." - Holly

Lord, have mercy.

I'm all for the sun. What I am not all for is the sweat. It is TOO hot. Sorry, haters, but what can you do when it's warm? Take off all your clothes? I'm pretty sure people don't look to kindly on people walking around naked, especially if those people are the cops. When it's cold, you put more clothes on. Real simple. Sweating is just inconvenient, and makes you smell.

I'm far from motivated to tackle anything even remotely related to school. I don't feel like going to class or doing homework. Maybe I'll be so bored this weekend being by myself all the time I'll feel compelled to do homework. Danielle is leaving tonight, so I have an apartment to myself. And then on Saturday I have a big house all to myself, because my parents will be in Jamaica with my brother. Nobody likes me. Maybe they'll like me if I host a kegger at my parents'. Just kidding. I wouldn't do that. If I did that, I would be dead.

Developed a huge headache at work last night that hasn't gone away. I've also be sneezing or coughing all day, another reason warm weather sucks. ALLERGIES. Hatehatehatehatehate.

This post is just a huge ball of negativity. Read my Office quote. It is funny.

I'm seriously considering turning the AC on.



Phyllis: "There was no client. Dwight drove me to an abandoned warehouse five miles away and pushed me out of the car. I had to walk home with no money and no phone."
Dwight: "You burned over a thousand calories walking home and this branch just got a little bit closer to winning the contest. Phyllis Vance, ladies and gentlemen."
Phyllis: "You left me in a bad part of town."
Dwight: "Yeah, I took your purse. What are you worried about? You look great. I can definitely see the difference."

I mean, it's true.

I am the queen of procrastination. I'm trying to write a journal entry for my IAH class, and I have one sentence:

"Amar is a weird dude."

In a normal situation, this sentence would be completely inappropriate. In this case, not even close to inappropriate. This guy has serious stalker tendencies. Oh yeah. And he's stalking a terrorist. Not to like, catch her to turn her in. No, no. He's in love with her. Good times. The movie ends with them blowing up while they're hugging, due to the bomb that's strapped to her torso. I guess she decided she'd blow up her stalker instead of the president.

Back to procrastination.

See? I even procrastinate the topic of my post. Unforgivable.

I have many things I need to do today. How many of them will I actually do? Probably like one. I'll probably end up taking a nap, watching a movie, eating some food, watching the game...I am the worst student ever.

Let's see if I can come up with anything beyond my first sentence.

BTW, it's freezing outside. Are we not aware it's spring?


"Your stupid friend zone. I should have been lovers with her first and then friends. That was terrible advice. Terrible advice! You know my seduction method. I like to get in there and get my hands dirty. You sabotaged me. You sabotaged me, man!" - Michael

You're just yanking my chain.

For those of us playing the home game, let's recap, shall we?

Yesterday:
Last day of winter.
High = 63 degrees Fahrenheit.
Cloudy, with some wind.

Today:
First day of spring.
High = 45 degrees Fahrenheit.
Snow.

Don't worry.

Tomorrow's forecast:
High = 51 degrees Fahrenheit.
AM Rain/snow.

I really don't think there is a more ironic, bipolar region on the planet.



"I swallowed a tapeworm last night. It's going to grow up to three feet inside of me and then it eats all my food so that I don't get fat. And then after three months I take some medicine and then I pass it. Creed sold it to me. It's from Mexico." -Kelly

Ohhh, I get it now.

This is why I don't keep blogs. I suck at updating them.

In my defense, I've had a CF of a month or so. School, grandparents, trip to Baltimore, work, blah blah. See below for details.

Well, here's the good word.

School is slightly outrageous right now. Ok, more than slightly. I just don't understand what goes through professors' heads. Call me old-fashioned, but I thought spring break was supposed to be a BREAK. B-r-e-a-k. Break. The word insinuates that we receive a break from school. Clearly not anymore. The word break has turned into a lie. I have sooooo much stuff to do. A rough draft of a paper, a project, an outline of another paper, I have to play in studio on Monday...it never ends. All I've done is reading that I need to do for next week. I haven't even finished all of it. Grumble.

I feel like I'm still backed up on work from when I was home for almost a week for my grandparents' funerals. It kind of stinks that one of the few times you see large chunks of your extended family is for funerals. That and weddings. But let me tell you how many weddings I've been to lately. Oh yeah. Zero. I think it was best for everyone, my grandparents included, that they passed so close to each other. I like to think that they're both in better places now, and we can all rest easy knowing that they're not suffering anymore.

I went to Baltimore with my parents last weekend to visit my brother. I'm sorry, but art students are weird. I got really excited when I found out the place we had lunch on Saturday was near the Peabody Institute. I saw some people carrying 'cellos and was happy. "My people!" I believe was what I exclaimed to my mother. I'm a freak. It's fine. Baltimore is a really cool city though. I would go back. Maybe next time I won't see a pregnant woman smoking a joint.

My birthday was yesterday. Whoopie. I have a pro and con list about my birthday.
Pros:
I got to snuggle a lot.
I now have a Betta fish. He has a pink fake plant thing and a pagoda in his bowl. His name is Konishiki. Bonus points if you know my fish's namesake.

Cons:
My phone bit the dust. The screen is all white right now. I have mystery texts.
We imploded against Minnesota. But then again, what else is new? It's a tournament tradition to fall apart after we win the season championship.
People are shitty. I won't elaborate, in the event I sound whiny and/or bitchy.

So today, I will hopefully get a new phone later, I will hopefully clean the whole apartment, I will get to indulge in PF Chang's, and then I will get to eat chocolate cake. I'm secretly hoping my parents show up with that zip up jacket/sweatshirt thing I've been eying at Banana Republic that is like $100. Happy birthday to me.

It probably won't happen. One can dream.


"I usually don't enjoy the theater but this is delightful." -Stanley, speaking about Michael and Holly's train wreck performance of SlumDunder-Mifflin-aire