Checkin' In
Mood:  bright
Now Playing: Barroom Hero
Still looking for a freaking job. Oh well. I have Dropkick Murpheys to keep me entertained. And "The Sims".

I've been driving with the instructor the past 2 days. Go me. Some jackass in a semi was driving with us today. First, some stupid f***er in a pickup pulled in front of me right as I was trying 2 make a lane change, and then, when I could finally pass this semi, he sped up right along side us, like he was racing us or something, and I just opened 'er up (I'm so cool with my cool words) and passed him. Stupid dumbass. Maybe his truck crashed. Laura and Toni were shouting 2 flip him off, but we decided it was a bad idea.

I still haven't seen the new "Harry Potter". I am very upset. But I'm getting my lisence early next week, so that makes up for it.

Orchestra yesterday (blah), quintet/lessons tommorow (yay). That means I get to see Trevor! And I don't have to wait for my mom at the library; I'm driving again!

Strange Dream
You wanna hear about the weird dream I had last night? No? Too bad. I'm telling you anyway.

I don't remember quite where it started...it might have been 2 dreams...anyway...in the 1st part, I was sitting on the living room couch at one end, and Billy Boyd was sitting on the other end (in his kilt. Hooray!), and he was looking at me THAT WAY. My dad was sitting in the recliner next to the couch, not doing a thing. Andy was on the floor, and for some reason, I got down on the floor and started making out with him, and then my dad threw a hissy fit and chewed me out. Then I either woke up, or there was a pause in the dream, and this one happened. This next one. Right here. Actually, down there; I'm starting a new paragraph.

There were a bunch of us sitting where Tripolli's used to be, and I was sitting with Trent and Melanie, and for some reason I wanted to go to CVS and buy a camera. John (the weird one going out with Sarah, who is also weird) thought something was wrong with the camera, so he took the camera and took a machine out of his pocket and started fiddling with it and it started making noise. I got pissed and him and grabbed it away and said, "I know what you're trying to do but that's not what's wrong!" Then, I came back and sat next to Trent, and he started giggling and said that we had to act like we were going out in order to hide "the secret" from Melanie. I don't remember what the secret was, but it had something to do with men's underwear. So we cuddled up close to each other and Melanie came over and looked at us suspicously, and then...we were walking down a corridor built the same as the one in front of Tripolli's, but it was on the side of a mountain or something. We ended up on the edge of the high school property, and the band was marching there, but they were in red and black and gold uniforms. Our new drum major (DIEEEE!!!) was conducting at the BACK of the band for some reason, and she had a whole chorus of male dancers, dressed like drum majors, and they were prancing around in choreographed step. Captain Adam (HOORAY!!!) was there watching, and all of a sudden, the band started playing "On Wisconson" (our fight song), and I freaked out and started conducting and I only got off once, and I ended on the right beat! But that's not the point. Captain Adam started taking roll call or something, and then he gets to himself, rolls his eyes, and says, "Okay, and what's MY name?" And I jumped around like a moron and started shouting, "CAPTAIN ADAM!!! CAPTAIN ADAM!!! YOUR NAME IS CAPTAIN ADAM!!!" He just glared at me (like in real life!) and I calmed down and said, "Uh...I mean Adam. Your name is Adam." And then the drum majors threw their hats off, like at the end of a big musical number, and the dream faded to black, like a movie.

I know you all care so much about what goes on in my head, but that was mostly just for my recording purposes. Peace out.

Orchestra
Well...not quite what I expected...kind of disappointed. Dr. Burke is nice enough, but because of a lack of selective auditions, IT'S SWAMPED WITH CRAPPY PLAYERS AND LITTLE KIDS!!! AAAAAH!!! But the Tuba Boy is there, which makes up for it. He's so cool. He does a little dance that makes him look like an elf! I want a Tuba Boy!

I'm back and I'm 16!!!
Like the title says, I'm back from Trout Lodge, and as of 7:59 this morning, I was 16! Don't get my lisence till 3 weeks from today, though (anger!!!). I have some hilarious stories...let me tell you!!!

THE MAJOR PLAYERS:
Neal aka English-Sebastian's (the German life guard of 2003) red-headed replacement.
Melanie-One of my best friends
Audra the 2nd aka Audra-Me!

Melanie and I decided that we'd go out sailboating on the Lake. I, however, did not know how to sail, and she wasn't old enough. So we teamed up, and together, it was all good (I told them I'd be 16 Monday, and they gave me the go-ahead). So who else gets us all set to sail but Neal, the hot foreigner (pale, red-haired, and a British accent; there is a god!)...who just happens to be shirtless. So we get in the stupid boat with few problems, and then we're off. The sky is blue, the sun is out, and there's a gentle breeze, perfect for sailing. Then, the wind picks up a bit. Not a problem; Melanie had the sail fairly well under control, and I was doing just fine with the rudder. Then...the boat starts to tip. We both automatically scream and freak out. We scramble around to try and keep it from capsizing. Miraculously, it worked, and we were floating upright. I decided that we could handle it from there, and I dared to take us into open water. No big deal. Everything was under control...until the wind picked up. We were starting to tip and zig-zagging every which way, and I got hit in the head with the boom. After those couple of minutes of pandemonium, I decided going back was a wise idea after all. We headed back for the boat house...only I had not mastered the rudder as well as I first thought, and the wind decided to blow harder...and we were so close to shore! After at least 15 minutes of trying to get back...we got stuck...in the weeds. To our, but mostly my, mortification, the hot foreigner and another life guard were coming out in the motor boat to rescue us. But we began to slowly move out of the weeds, and there was hope of getting back to shore unscathed and unaided, allbeit a little bit shooken up. That chance disappeared and fast; we were blow back out into open water, and this time, the resuce boat came out to get us...with Neal in it. They tried to help us back to shore, but I proved incapable with a rudder. Eventually, I ended up diving head first into the back of their boat and Melanie climbed into the front. We got back to shore just fine...but Neal was stuck out there with no wind, and it was 15 minutes before he got back. Another sailing mishap involving a hot foreigner at Trout Lodge. I'll tell you about last year's mishap later. Did I mention that the British guy was hot?

Overall, excellent trip. We were forced to eat WAY to often, but Potosi aka Mike, who seemed like a real jerk last year, was not so bad, and he remembered us and he talked to us from time to time. He's an OK guy. I met another person named Audra, and I turned 16, and got chased down at least 8 flights of stairs, shreaking at the top of my lungs, by Jamie and Danielle, the "Birthday Spankers". Fun fun fun!

Thoughts on Pending Trout Lodge Trip
I am suddenly very excited about this trip; I just remembered the "boat house boys". Last year, there was a very cute little German guy, who couldn't have been any older than 18. Then there was the English guy. I don't really know how old he was, but I don't care; I'm a sucker for pale skin and English accents. This year, MORE FORIEGN PEOPLE!!! I love Trout Lodge. It's so much FUN!!! Maybe they will have a Scotsman this year...Audra, this is not a zoo. They won't just HAVE a Scotsman. Scotsman, preciousss, Scotsmansesss...I THINK I'M GOING TO WET MYSELF!!!

Later that day...
Nothing has happened...still. I did rent "Master & Commander". That is an excellent movie. Music: excellent. British accents: excellent. Billy Boyd Apperances: not enough! Bring 'em on!

I'm in need of a bigger duffle bag. Too much stuff! Someone needs to invent spray-on pants, cuz regular pants take up too much space. All I'd have to do is take the can and WALAH! INSTANT PANTS!!! There would be different cans for different pants; you could buy capris or jeans or shorts and all you would have to do is take them to the counter and specify the color and they'd mix it up for you, like paint at the hardwear store. Am I a genius or what?

I should have done my range exercises today...I really should have practiced. Well...there's the lesser half of tomorrow to do it, I guess. Maybe I'll get that silent brass system! Then I can go long into the night! Hooray!

Hey. Well...it's only 8:47, so not much has happened; I only woke up about 10 or 20 minutes ago. Today is a day of laundry and cleaning. I have to pack for tomorrow's trip, and we're celebrating my birthday today (it's not until Monday though)! Four days out of the house will be nice. Oh, who am I kidding? No one is reading this. Oh well. Someone will...someday. Ugh, my feet stink!!! Need to go clean my shoes!!!

A blog is born! Blog is a funny word...anyway. Woo. The site is coming along. I wonder if anyone is actually going to visit...I hope so! If you are reading this now, please check out the site and post something in the guestbook so I know you came.

I saw Allison, my freshman, today! Kayla adopted one, so now it's my turn! I should adopt Troy, too. He's a fun kid.

Grrr. My arms itch. I hate bugs. Stupid arthropods...*itch*

I had quintet today. Woo. I sit next to Trevor the Trombone, aka THE GENERAL. He's so cool...in an understated way. I'd give anything to be 1/2 as cool as THE GENERAL. He kind of scares me though; he looks too much like Frodo (Peter Jackson's version) for my comfort. Not that that's a bad thing...but it is kind of creepy. Oh well.

Not much else to say, really. Just takin' the old blog for a spin. Orchestra starts Monday. I'm happy. I've never been in one before. Should be interesting.