Best. Spectacular. Ever.

WARNING: I apologize beforehand for the contents of this post. I am overtired. And yes, we are dorks.

An Extra Note: Those stalking me, and who don't know these people. Krust, Kragon Linguini, Linguini, Krags, Krusty Dragon, Kristi, Krustine, Kristine, and Booger Noodle. Are all the same person. I just like to mix it up a little.

Friday was pep band. That's already bound to be fun, right? Yeah, well it wasn't just fun, it was fun to the EXTREME. You know why?! Because Meganny was there. Megan's awesome, I miss Megan. Not only that but we played Don't Stop Believin' for the first time in front of a crowd. This may have been our last football pep band, but I think we made it our best one, so I'm okay with that.

After pep band -- and our pasties-- we went to Kragon Linguini's house. We consisted of: Krust, Kayla, Erica, Lindsay, Megan, Ashley (although she got there shortly after us) and me. This spectacular wasn't like any other Spectac, this Spectac was on Krust's Birthday weekend. So I made her a cake! It was purple with green frosting and prettiful. Friday night was declared "French Movie Night", although we only watched one French movie, The Count of Monte Cristo. Which really wasn't all that Frenchie, but at least it wasn't traumatizing (I've heard stories).

After our movie, it was time for Things. I'm forbidden to speak of this, so let's just that it was funny. Things ended when our chatting overtook our minds. We don't know who won, really, nobody cares. I may be a hypocrite, but gossiping is fun. Especially when its about total morons.

Slowly people started going to sleep, until it was Erica, Lindsay, Ashley, and I. We shared scary ghost stories---Yeah, we're lame. Friday night ended at about four in the morning. The four of us claimed our spots and we fell asleep quickly. Saturday was an early morning for everyone, with the exception of Erica.

We were feeling adventurous, so we took a walk to a field, by the way "We" is everyone minus Erica-- Who is still sound asleep. (This field will later be mentioned during this post so I will only explain what it looks like once) The field is grassy and hilly, with parked red railroad carts. Little, big, and medium sized trees are scattered about. (The little-baby trees are cute). Well, anyways, its really awesome there.

I happened to know my way around a little bit, due to taking some of Krag's Senior Pictures there, and we headed over to show Ashley, Megan, Kayla, and Lindsay where Linguini almost fell over and died (She probably wouldn't've died, maybe broke her leg.) When we decided to be tough and cool, we were going to go on the other side of the railroad carts. Ashley and Megan decided we were crazy and left at this point.

Lindsay, Kayla, Krust, and I crawled underneath the carts, after "What if it runs us over?" didn't sound like a good excuse not to. The other side of the railroad was prettier than the first side. There was big rocks, and big trees. It was just a really awesome scene. I kept thinking it would make a great movie set.

After catching our breath, don't judge, the hill was steep-- and okay, I am a little out of shape. We returned to find that Erica was still asleep. She awoke around ten. Somehow an hor disappeared and Kyle showed up-- Megan left shortly after this. So we lost one and gained another. Grilled cheeses were on the menu. Not just grilled cheeses, Krust and I's Grilled Cheeses. I'm not going to explain, you would have to eat one for yourself.

Ashley, Kayla, and Erica left at some point. Leaving Lindsay, Kyle, Krags, and I.

---Scrapbooking and Accounting quizzes took place during this time. ---

Krust and I made Chicken & Jacks (also called "Chicken & Gleason", but thats lame, so its Jacks.) Erica came back after our vegetable cutting episode. All I can say is: Kyle cuts ugly carrot slices. While we made the Jacks (homemade noodles) we watched youtube videos. Making this dinner was a long process. It really wasn't as good as my Grandpa's, but it was our first time, and a lot of it was guessing. -- At least everyone else liked it.

We were completely and totally stuffed, so we went for another walk. And someone was smart enough to take a camera this time. This was the result:

It was great. We were even brave enough to go underneath the bridge-- viaduct, whatever its called. Which was terrifying at first, but turned out to be really cool. There was some interesting graffiti.

Frolicking around a field is spectacular.

When we returned, I was kinda nasty-sweaty so I took a shower. (That was useless information. I'll start this paragraph over.)

THEN WE CARVED PUMPKINS! That was extremely fun. I don't care how nasty pumpkin guts smell, the result is totally worth it.

The most important thing about Saturday, the thing we had to do for Krust's Birthday, the thing that everyone was waiting for -- excitedly or unexcitedly-- was "Jason Mraz's Beautiful Mess- Live On Earth" It doesn't stop there. We were going to watch it in slow-motion. (After getting permission) Kragon, Kyle, and I went to Krust's Aunt and Uncle's house to take their DVD player (Their's has slow-motion), we were ninja's.

We begun the concert-- but were quickly interrupted. As a favor we were asked to get drunk people ping-pong balls (I can't confirm they were drunk, but I'm sure there were going to use these balls to get drunk. Beer Pong, pfft.) We couldn't say no, these were the same people we were borrowing the DVD player from. So, after hunting through their garage -- this was much like easter-egg hunting-- Krags and I went to their party and gave them three lousy ping-pong balls. We returned back to everyone else and began the concert again -- much to their pleasure or disappointment.

Not only did we watch it in slow-motion but we watched some songs in fast-motion. This was quite enjoyable. We watched different parts of the DVD until a little past Midnight. Then we decided sleeping sounded like a good idea.

Sunday I woke up to laughter. I wanted to go back to sleep, but I also needed to know what was going on. Lindsay and Erica left moments after I got up. Kyle, Krust and I began getting ready for Church. It was a quiet ride to town -- Kyle and I were half asleep, thankfully Krags was really awake. Church was good, afterwards Kristi taught Sunday school while Kyle and I instigated 3rd and 4th graders. I know how to connect four dots with three lines.

We were pretty hungry after that. So we met Krust's Gramma in Pizza Hut's parking lot and walked to Econo foods-- we were waiting until it opened. Once it did, we ate... Way too much. After that we went to Wal*Mart and put some money on Krust's Wal*Mart card. There was no purple shirts, and no silver & black Lava Lamps. I'm disappointed in you, Wal*Mart. The money was for a few cents off on gas, which is what we did next. Gassed up the van, then we headed for dessert. A. K. A. The Midtown Mall. We discovered how to put money on my prepaid cell phone (Miss you Hughbert) and then bought some flavor-burst ice cream cones. Yum-O. I got Mocha-Carmel. Krags got Mocha. Kyle got Green Apple-Blue Raspberry. After loitering around the mall with our ice cream cones. The three of us were summoned by her Gramma, who was at Forward Financial and she bought us some Iced Coffee. Which I really didn't need because I couldn't even finish my 49 cent ice cream. Mmmm, Vanilla was good. I love iced coffee. Much better than hot coffee.

We were headed back to Krust's when I seen the Animal Shelter sign, sadly I said, "Aww, I've never been there before." A second later the blinker turned on and we were headed there. The three of us walked two doggies, they were adorable. Even if they were kind of spazzy. I felt pretty helpful and volunteer-like. Anyways, after our walk-- omigosh it was hot out today-- our trio went to Krag's. Krust and I unfortunately, had Accounting to do still. Dual Enrollement classes are a bad idea. We finished our exams which took awhile, and then we drove to my Grandpa's. Originally we were just going to visit, sense he said that the kittens weren't ready to see yet. But then my mom decided to show up and yank some kittens out of the couch. The kittens turned out to be only one kitten. An adorable little girl-- this is assumed because its calico. We dropped off Kyle on our way home, so Krust didn't have to go out of her way to do so.

Its sad that our adventure ended... But I'm really tired. And now that I don't feel like exploding, I think I might eat something.

10-10-10, what a wonderful day you were.

~GroovyBandGeek

Um, So Yeah.

School is here.

Not much to report. Senior year isn't really as bad as I anticipated, but it might get worse, I mean with all the good-byes and all. I sort of wonder what classmates I'll never see again. Which ones I'll completely forget all together. -- That'll be nice.

I mean, I'm definitely going to stay in touch with all my closer friends through twitter and facebook and other means of social networking. Its just weird that you can't think "I'll take that class next year" Because then you're all like, "Yeah, I'm not gonna be here next year am I?"

First Pep Band is next Friday! Hurrah! I think that is going to be my most missed thing when we're done with school. Pep Band. I'm geeky.

Alright, so, I've been writing in this one not really 'secret' just normal journal since January 2nd, 2008. And I've never realized how proud I am of myself for doing that until I went back and I just started reading and reading. I mean, you don't really realize how many memories you lose throughout your life. There are so many random tidbits that would totally be lost in time forever if I wouldn't have wrote them down. The things in there I write aren't important, but they're important to me. And I'm happy I have something to look back on. Unfortunately, I stopped writing May 14th, 2009, the day before my 16th birthday. Because I was all like "Yeah, I'm just going to type my journal now, I'm just gonna blog about everything!"(I mean, it was after I got Lymee so I thought I would) It didn't work out so well. And I missed the beginning of my Jason Mraz crazed obsession and a lot of the middle of it. I really wish I could look back and see how it started a bit more...

You see, I'm studying myself. Not in a creepy way, just like... Um, for example. Let's say I'm the weather. And I'm also the weatherman... Okay, this does sound weird, but I'm just trying to look back to see how these obsessions start and how they end. I mean, is there some sort of formula for this? Because my Mraz obsession is quickly, quickly leaving me and in its place Alex Day has taken over. Its just like the Robert to Jason transfer, it happened so fast I didn't know what to think.

The thing is, when I realized that Jason was taking Rob's place it just took me a little while to accept it--but I did, and I'm not sure if I'm ready for Alex to take Jason's place. Mr. Mraz was a very good influence on me. I remember my line was always, "The world hates me." However, J was all, "Yeah, the world is great. We're just here to make it better." He never really said that, I just made it up. It kinda sounds like something he would say though right? I've gone from pessimistic to almost optimistic, by listening to his upbeat fun-loving music.

Now that I'm saying all this, its sort of like, "Get over yourself, Geez, you can still listen to Jason Mraz's music & Alex Day's music." Yeah, I know brain, just quit your logicalness.

Woah. Something just hit me.

Robert Pattinson can be my favorite Actor.

Jason Mraz can be my favorite musician.

Alex Day can be my favorite future husband.

That works right? . . . Except for the most-likely never marrying Alex part. Oh well, even us geeks need to dream.

Anyways, my journal is beginning to be filled with my scribbled writings again. I mean, since I randomly quit all that time ago, I still wrote in it, but only when I felt like there was something to be said. NOW I write in it everyday I get a chance to. So far, I've written in it almost everyday of senior year. Hoping I can look back one day and say, "Wow, you're a genius."

For that is truly what I am.

--Genius

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I wish I blogged more, but my life isn't very interesting especially in the summer. At least during the school year I can complain about homework, tests, quizzes, and etc... Right now its July and I have not much to report.

I haven't had much social interaction with fellow weirdians. Only through facebook and twitter.

What would we do without the internet?

-Die

=Groovy=

S.U.M.M.E.R.

Simple

Umbrellas

Mean

My

Eggs

Rock

That's what summer means to me.

-GroovyBandGeek

Feeling A Little Green...

As I wrote that title I thought, "They might take this the wrong way."... No, I'm not sickly green. I mean like, green, green. "Going green."

Green. My favorite color/colour.

-GroovyBandGeek

Bamboo Pen

Reread the title of this blog and imagine Kyle's and Erica's "Alien Love Song" playing.

I'm in a weird mood right now, as you can probably tell from the first line. Can you believe its May 20th already? My birthday was five days ago. And that gets me to the point of this blog. My Bamboo Pen...

Now all my blog headlines are going to be pictures made by me with my Bamboo Pen. And I'm gonna try uploading one sketch per blog. Just because it'll give me a reason to blog.

So just thought I'd share with you all my precious.

And yes, Hughbert is very jealous.

Holy Crapcakes!

Me: "Is March after February?"

Father: "Yes."

Me: ".... And its before April?"

Father: "Yes."

Me: "Oh..."

Yeah, April of 2010 is almost over and I didn't even realize March had already passed.

I figured I would blog a bit. I've felt the need to rant, and Twitter's 140 character limit just isn't cutting it. Sometimes when my brain is on rant-mode, I start coming up with blog ideas. This is usually when I'm half-asleep and many times I've forgotten what it was I wanted to write about. However, I've come up with a solution. Hughbert of course. So, whenever I come up with an idea for a blog, I go onto Hughbert's memo pad and write whatever it is I want to remember. Currently my memo pad reads, "Note to Self: Blog about being trapped in bedroom with a chamber pot and carrots."

The other night I was complaining in my head about not drawing, painting, doing artsy stuff enough. I need some sort of motivation. So I thought, what if I lock myself in my room? Then, of course I ran into problems.

What about a bathroom?-- Chamber Pot

What about food supply?--- Grow carrots in my window sill.

What about water?--- Gather rain water outside my window.

What about running out of paper?--- You have white walls.

What about running out of paint, pencils, and charcoal? --- Crap.

So, as you can see, I could survive a while in my bedroom if I had some carrot seeds and a bucket.

If 1st Is The Worse, Then What Does That Make Last?

Lasts are inevitable.

Tonight was the last night of pep band this Junior year, and if this is sad, what am I gonna do next year? Senior year doesn't sound fun at all, I mean, people make it out to sound fun. Seniors get to be the bosses, seniors get to go on a class trip, seniors also have a bunch of junk to worry about. They have more responsibilities and are preparing for college. And all the meanwhile they're trying to soak up every little piece of high school they can get, just so they don't forget.

Next year there'll be so many lasts.

All of them inevitable.

I bet that really brightened your day. ;)

---GroovyBandGeek---

There's Gum On The Ceiling

I just thought I'd start with an interesting title, yet a truthful one. There was seriously just chewed gum stuck on our ceiling. Yeah, my dad just threw it up there, he does that sometimes. For what reason I don't know, but its kind of funny when he just tosses it up there and my mom is totally oblivious to gum dangling off her ceiling. I thought for a bit he was gonna try and catch it in his mouth, but I think he decided against it.

I only have an estimated time of 1 hour 28 minutes left of battery on Lymee before I need to plug it in. Which is when I plan on doing Pre-calculus. So if my post ends abruptly or stupidly that's my excuse.

Speaking of father, he is totally absorbed into a show he's watching. I'm not sure what its called, but its really ridiculous. I mean, its brilliant with the whole science-stuff, but all this junk their coming up with, I mean, if I thought that hard my head would explode. The show's all about physics and the host is my dad's favourite physicist. Yeah, he has a favourite physicist. Michio Kaku.

So today I had to fill out ACT stuff, that was terrifying. I mean, it that was bad, imagine what the test's like! My hand was cramping from dot filling and the whole time I'm wondering all these weird details and wondering if I'm spelling my name right. TCM.

TCM: "Total Cecil Moment",or the channel that often airs Wuthering Heights. This term is used when one is having a very paranoid moment or when one is seriously craving some coffee.

I just made that up, I might use it from now on.

GroovyBandGeek must go do Pre-Cal--Wait! Megan just signed on...

Omigosh--- I'm gonna puke.

Okay, odd title? Yeah. I kind of feel like throwing up right now. And no its not because I ate too much for dinner or had too many Sun-dried Tomato and Basil flavored Wheat Thins. It's because of this weekend. The weekend of doom.

Not doom, just solo and ensemble.

My clarinet and I are gonna fail. Oh yeah, and we're bringing down Krust with us.

It's all good, I mean, if we are horrifyingly terrible what's gonna happen? Absolutely nothing except embarrassment. I don't like embarrassment, it makes my face all red and my ears feel like their on fire.

So, my clarinet, it hates needing new corks, it hates when I drop it on the ground, and it hates when I call it, it.

And yeah, it's really mad at me right now. Can you guess why? --- Well, obviously I keep calling it, it (I'm not naming that smelly thing). I may or may not have dropped it today.... okay I did. And well, it really needs to be re-corked.

I just keep ranting, just because I'm nervous.

It's only Monday, I wonder what the rest of the week will bring. Who knows, maybe I'll have murdered the stupid 'it' by then. I can't though... Because if I quit, I'm not only quitting on myself, I'm quitting on Krusti Dragon too.

Stupid boogie.


Yours truly,

Groovy Band Geek

Exam Week

Exam week, I know what you're thinking. Oh gee, now she's gonna start complaining about Exams... Well, you thought wrong. I'm simply just going to talk about them.

This is the first year my school has ever decided to actually schedule exams. At first it was cringe-worthy, but now I think it is pretty neat. I'll type down the schedule, thanks to Krustine I actually have the right times.

Yesterday (Wednesday):

8:30 - 10:10 1st hour [Pre-Calculus Exam]
10:20-12:00 2rd hour [Photography Critic]
12:30-1:15 5th hour [Study Hour]
1:25-3:05 5th hour [Government Exam]

Today (Thursday):

8:30 - 10:10 1st hour [Study Time A.K.A. grading papers or reading]
10:20 - 12:00 2nd hour [English Exam]
12:30-1:15 6th hour [Study Hour]
1:25-3:05 6th hour [Band still]

Tomorrow (Friday):

8:30 - 10:10 4th hour [Drawing Critic]
10:20 - 12:00 7th hour [Chemistry Exam]
Rest of the day is normal.

Well, it all hasn't been terribly awful or anything. I sort of wish every week was like this, only not exams. That way we would get two hours in every classroom and have more time to do our homework. I don't know, switching it up everyday would be kind of fun right?

Anyways, I just thought I'd tell you guys what I've been up to this week. So far I haven't failed any exams and I'm pretty proud of myself. However, I think studying for my chemistry exam would be a smart thing to do right now. Oh well, that doesn't sound very fun at all.

Even though something seems terrible at first, I guess you can find some good in it anyways.

Grooviest Band Geek that ever lived signing off.

2010, Sleepless Year

Hello kind readers. Are you wondering why my title is so clever and random?

I'd like to thank my father, who is currently watching 24 and ignoring me for the time being. He brought up a topic, a topic that I would like to discuss.

USA, my favorite network is trying to make America less productive.

It is shifting the greatest of great shows to 8e/9c weeknight time slot.

Tuesday: White Collar

Wednesday: Psych

Thursday: Burn Notice

Some shows haven't season premiered yet but are guaranteed to be scattered across the week, at later time slots.

What's my point? ? ?

I'm already tired as it is. However, I still need my USA shows! I'll just have to suffer through it. Along with the rest of America!

Buy stock in Red Bull and watch out for drowsy drivers and those operating heavy machinery.

This the sleepless year fellow blogginians.

~GroovyBandGeek~

P.S. If I'm snoring at school make sure I don't drool.

P.S.S. That rhymed!