I'll just sum this up.

I had 3 options. One was taken, one got taken as soon as I got confidence, and the 3rd, I dated for 1 day. Now, the second option is confusing me, and there's a new option in the mix.

I got a fancy new tripod, and it rocks my striped socks.

I got a domo hat :D

Also, a playstation 2 lanyard.

I want someone to hug :(

Huge-normous update.

Dance auditions were terrible. I walked in 10 minutes late, effectively missing all of the choreography, and just in time to audition for dance. I did terribly, then it was on to reading. I was right in my element. I loved it. I was later told I was the only freshman guy there, and had the most energy of all the guys there. I was eventually picked for the press agent.  Singing. My mental block is almost complete.

By the way, we're doing "Babes In Arms" ...you know, that old Mickey Rooney movie? Ah well. It's the original "Hey kids, let's put on a show!" movie.

Band.

We went to the Blue Springs marching competition and took 2nd.
We went to the Broken Arrow invitational, and took 7th. Both in finals.
Our 7th place trophy was bigger than our 2nd. Ha.

I'm having unnatural feelings about people.

I got a slide whistle. What fun.

The End.

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Why have I been gone so long? Insomnia by stephen king, and a broken computer, that's why! Well, anyways, I rehearsed for my high school musical, "Babes In Arms."

I hated the dancing (more later) loved the reading (again) and...the singing *sigh* I'll make a new post eventually just for this.

Anyways, I got a lead part, pretty much the narrator. Awesome! So, This is just a quick update because I felt bad about leaving people so high and dry lately. Script reading starts at 6 (4:25 now) and ends at 9. So I'll write later. See ya.

Doodle Doo #1

Nothing to report, so here's the journal page I WROTE this in. Complete with doodles.

Caught Up

Been forever since I've written in this. Sorry, 2 people following me. I'll try harder. Oh well.  I can't breathe. My asthma is killing me. *sigh* I kind of wish I didn't go on that Tulsa trip. I got diagnosed with Asthma on our over-night trip there. But still. If I didn't go, there's that small chance I wouldn't've been diagnosed since, oh I don't know...probably last year? That'd be neat. To suffer with breathing problems and never know why. But alas, I know I have it. And my spring and fall breathing killers? Well, I guess I'll just have to deal.

Lunch. It's so annoying. The lunch ladies were preparing 3 different lunches, all with pretty much the same ingredients. Nachos, soft tacos, and crunchy tacos. I decided what I wanted, and asked for a crunchy taco. They went about their business, and I kept asking for one, until eventually, one lunch lady pointed to me, and said something. Promptly, the other lady prepared me a soft taco.

Gym. Always so awkward. First, because of Monday's incident, I had to take that shirt home. Thus, I had to BORROW a shirt. Much less, a sleeveless one. Oh well. We did our usual stretching routine, then we ran 5 laps. Because of my frickin' asthma, I lost track towards the end. Blah. So next, we played ultimate football inside. What a game! So fun! Every time I play some kind of football, I think I don't understand the rules, yet I do. I got to stand in the end zone, and actually made a couple decent catches! YEAH! Hopefully, by the end of the year, I'll be someone they throw to often. Well. After gym, a group of about 6 guys started brutally crushing each other's ..*heh-ehm*...special deliveries. After the coach gave them a stern talking to, gym was over. Another gym day survive'd.

After gym, we had to go to study hall. Study hall is about half an hour of solid time for homework, or reading. Anything else? Against the rules. I don't have any homework right now, so I'm writing this. I've got nothing to write about, after that...wait! One more thing!

About halfway through study hall, my nose starts to bleed. I get up, and ask the teacher in there. And suddenly, I'm frightened. It's my gym teacher. I know he's hard on me, and I don't know if he likes me or not. I tell him my nose is starting to bleed, and he says to get outta there. I do, and proceed to the bathroom closest to where I was. I see it's closed, due to reconstruction, and after walking around, quite flustered a bit, I decide that my nose is starting to dry up, so I agree with myself to go back to study hall. I do, and as SOON as I sit down, my nose starts to flood. Blood comes out faster than I thought it could. I have to look away from the coach, and hold my head up so as not to draw his attention. 16 minutes later, I've got blood on my pants, and all over my hands. School is finally over. I can go to an OPEN bathroom, wash my hands, and change back into my gym shorts. Oxi-Clean?  Prepare to get use'd.

Oh well. Day....11. Complete.

Blah.

I forgot. didn't want to update multiple days. You understand, right?

Normal?

I have to wake up at 6ish every morning. I go to bed at 11 every night. I couldn't sleep until 1, and I woke up at 5. As it happens, I was drifting off, JUST as I had to wake up.

Well band began the day, and as we were running through our pep tunes, I ran out of breath unusually quickly. Could this be early asthma? I may have to look into the matter. Anyways, afterwards, I went to my Physics class, only to figure out, I has supposed to go to homeroom. Silly me.

After 15 minutes of homeroom, THEN it was time for Physics. I unwillingly drifted off, but nobody seems to have noticed, so I think I'm o.k. At lunch, Ferriter sat with me. After he left to go get to the end of the lunch line, 5 girls showed up and sat with me. I didn't say anything, as per usual with strange people sitting with me. Then, Ferriter came back. It was then off to Theatre I.

In Theatre I, my teacher's anecdotes were hilarious. He told us of a time where the principal called him out on something his sub did, then mentioned he never got an apology. But anyways, it doesn't translate well over text. Sorry.

In Integrated II, I was the only one to bring a calculator, yet the only one to not bring my composition notebooks. Oh well. I "got" to sit with an ex of mine, and work on book covers. She neglected to give me the scissors, so I jokingly came up with the thought that she neglects puppies on the side of the road. Oh well.

Just a reminder, adopt all of your pets from your local humane society. It's keeping population down, and they'll return the love right back to you tenfold.

Day 2, Complete.