Well, no. My score was a 93, but it wasn’t perfect enough. If you want to go to All-State, you HAVE to get a 100. People who get 99’s usually don’t make it depending on how many 100’s there are. Last year, Lauren Lamb tried out for All-State, and got a 99. The band teacher, Mr. Norris, told her that she probably wouldn’t make it. She did, btw, but still! All-State looks only for the BEST.
Hillary scored a 98, and she probably isn’t going to All-State, and she got the highest score out of all of us who tried out, at least from Sidney.
Wanna know why my score wasn’t perfect? I totally nailed my solo: my intonation was right on the mark, and my phrasing was perfect. My dynamics could have been a little more dynamic, BUT I scored perfect for my solo. Unfortunately, I totally BOMBED the sight-reading. I probably would have done fine, if it weren’t for the fact that my judge gave me a piece with a time signature of 6/8.
Damn it.
I’ve worked on common time (4/4), cut time (2/4), and 3/4, but I’ve never seen or tried to sight sing a 6/8 piece.
So, I TOTALLY fucked that up.
I felt horrible. And then, I felt even more horrible when Ms. Olson was telling me and Hillary that she was expecting us to do so much better than we did on the sight reading.
Well gee Ms. O, thanks for being okay with my fucking audition, and thanks for making me feel just a little better with how I did.
Hillary didn’t look that happy when Ms. Olson said that. She had this incredulous look, like her face wsa saying ‘wtfh?! We did so much, and we did real good, and that’s what you have to say?! WTF!?’
Of course, Ms. Olson said she was proud of us, especially me since I flaked out last year and didn’t go, and had a small voice the year before. She said I’ve grown alot in the psat couple of years, and it’s really amazing to see that I got such a high score, even though it wasn’t enough to go to All-State… wait… you were amazed to see me score so high?! I thought you were expecting me to go to All-State
just playing! Even though you have me thoroughly confused now, lol…
But at least we’re all going to Area All-State.
Now, don’t ask me what the difference is between All-State and Area All-State. I honestly don’t know. But at least I have a chance to go SOMEWHERE for my senior year :).
But for now, I can only wait and see.
whew! It’s time for, nerve-wracking stress!
Yup, you heard it from me folks, I messed up my foot again!! Wanna know how?
Soccer! I pulled the same ligament that I did when we all thought I might have sprained my ankle. And then I walked to school and walked to classes and stuff. Thank God I didn’t have gym today: we are required to run the mile (national physical fitness test).
Hopefuly, my foot will feel at least a little better for tomorrow: I have soccer practice and open volleyball, and I hate having to sit out and watch!
From: Gina
Date: Apr 22, 2006 9:14 AM
hey, sorry about leving early. I wanted to go home. And sleep lol… and warm up too.
(I’m referring to when I ditched everyone early in the morning to walk home from Teisha’s)
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From: babygurl
Date: Apr 24, 2006 11:51 AM
it was warm you are just a fucking wipm do not fucking talk to me ever again you fucking bitch
(She’s referring to when I couldn’t go to her party)
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From: Gina
Date: April 24, 2006 3:59 PM
wtfh is your problem? It was warm only cause you have fucking 5 heavy blakets on you, counting the ones I gave to you when I decided to leave. And technically I’m not a fucking wimp cause I walked home in the cold rain without a jacket, and let myself freeze. Who’s the wimp now?
And if you’re gonna be a lil fucking bitch over the fact that my family is DIRT POOR then you aren’t worth dealing with. It wasn’t my fault we didn’t, and still don’t, have the money to afford gas, let alone drive to Sidney. And it’s not my fault you get all bent outta shape over the littlest things. Sorry for now bending to your every fucking whim you lil brat. Fuck off, and like I said before, if you’re gonna be a big fucking baby over something so comepletely pointless, then you aren’t worth daeling with. Leave me the hell alone.
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There you have it. Mind I remind everyone that Kasedy at this moment is 14, and I’m 16 1/2. Do you see just a little bit of an age difference there? That probably explains her immaturity.
Oh, and by the way Eddy, I’m still not gonna apologize, cause I don’t have any resaon to. Go ahead and be a lil fucking bitch, cause I don’t have to deal with it. Stay in Sidney Center, and I hope you fucking stay there for a fucking long ass time, brat.
I fail at absolutely everything I do. Why the hell do I even try out for things? I just flake out and fuck up and make it so that I can’t have anything to do with it in the end. I probably won’t be able to go to the ProScout thing. I can’t go to the Miss Teen New York Pageant. I probably won’t get to go to either of the soccer camps this year. Hell, I wouldn’t be surpirsed if I couldn’t even get my ass into fucking college, and if I did, I’d probably fail that too. And if I can’t go to college, then forget my dream career.
Why dare to fucking dream.
Andy found me and Isaiah and promptly sat us down. We talked: catching up on each other. Then, almost as fast as we gather, we dispersed. Me and Andy made amends. Finally patching up our rocky past as friends, we said goodbye.
I really don’t know if that goodbye was final. But I know now all the answers to the questions that have been tormenting me for so long. And, to be honest, I’m relieved. I’m happy. He doesn’t hate me. I wasn’t mad at him anymore, I told him that. One thing I didn’t tell him, and that was becase I was afraid to. It was that I miss hanging out with him, and that he was alot of fun to be around. sigh Oh well. But this chapter is finally coming to a close, and another one will begin in its wake.
I can hardly wait.
Who knew Spring Break this year was going to be so boring! There isn’t anyone around. Kasedy’s in Sidney Center, I can’t exactly go there every day. Rachael is in PA visiting her dad. Teisha’s in Masonville. Frances is in Unadilla. Eva does live down the street, but she and I have different interests: She likes girl stuff, I like running around and rolling in mud while playing something that resembles soccer. From what I’ve heard, neither Steve nor Brian want to have anything to do with me, and Andy obviously hates me. I have other friends… that live out of state. Yea, it’d be a good idea to head on over to Philly to visit Serena… I’l just have to leave a few weeks in advance. Where the hell is everybody!!?? I know there has to be someone I can go hang out with. Right?
There isn’t any soccer practice next week (why?!). I’d go look for sponsers, but since it’s Easter today, noone’s open today. I’d go jog, but I have shin splints from lack of stretching (yes I know; shame on me). Hell, I’ll jog anyway, it’s something to do. And make it so I’m immobile for a week… Oy. Hell if I could I’d go joyriding, but I don’t have a stinkin’ liscense. Cleaning my room isn’t any fun, so there’s no point in doing it. I’d go prom dress shopping with Mom like we planned to, but Mom’s busy. I would drive Dad to Oneonta to get headsets or whatever, but he’s too busy too! God damn it!
So I’ve spent like, 3 days so far either walking around town aimlessly, chatting on AIM with a couple people for half-an hour before they have to go, or sing at the top of my lungs. But even that gets boring after a while.
So what’s a girl to do? Sit around being restless?
It be so much nicer if they was a mall or club here. But there isn’t. exasperated sigh I do like SIdney alot, but sometimes I’d prefer in the city. In Brooklyn there were more thrills, and things to do, even if one of them was rnning away from a gang trying to mug you smirk.
Right now, I’ll welcome anything, ANYTHING to happen. It’s a hell lot better than sitting on my ass doing nothing.
shriek
you know what’s ALWAYS bothered me? cold cereal mascots. I mean that is just some FUCKED UP SHIT. The Trix rabbit, for example: I dunno man… if I were him I’d be fucking KILLING some kids. I remember a commercial where the fuckin rabbit WENT INTO A FUCKIN STORE AND BOUGHT A BOX OF TRIX WITH HIS OWN FUCKIN MONEY. Then the fuckin kids came outta NOWHERE and basically fuckin mug the poor stupid bitch rabbit.
“silly rabbit Trix are for kids”
Fuckin rabbit just sits there and looks depressed. FUCK NO that wouldn’t fly with me. I’d have pimp-slapped EVERY ONE OF those fuckin bitches and made them go get me the REST of a complete breakfast and eat Trix right in front of them bitches and THEN beat the shit out of them some more.
And wtf is with the disguises? All the dumb rabbit does is hide his ears and all of a sudden he’s a fuckin kid? dunno about you, but if I SAW a 6 foot fuckin RABBIT with his ears tucked under a baseball cap, I wouldn’t immediately think “Hey, there’s a cool lookin human kid, let me go over and share some of my cereal with him” NO I’d be thinking “that’s a 6 foot fuckin RABBIT with his ears tucked under a baseball cap… what the FUCK was I just smoking?”
Another thing… wtf is up with cereal being “A part of this complete breakfast” last time I checked, cereal WAS breakfast they show a big ass bowl of frosted flakes next to a waffle, a pancake, toast, a banana, a fuckin grapefruit… who the FUCK eats a breakfast that big? AND HOW BREAKFAST IS ONLY SERVED UNTIL SUCH AND SUCH TIME. bitch, you make my fucking sausage and egg sandwich when I pay you the fucking money.
Back to stupid cereal mascots… Lucky Charms.
FUCKING LUCKY CHARMS. Lucky can turn the fucking MOON into a marshmallow, and he can’t escape a bunch of fucking 6 year olds?
?
C’mon now, Lucky.
I KNOW your bitch ass has got to have a “Blow the fucking kids up” spell SOMEWHERE
or make “kid marshamllows” and EAT those bitches.
“They’re after me Lucky Charms!”
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KILL THEM, BITCH!
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LMAO. I got this of Myspace, and I almost died of laughter.
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