Musicians are Lonely People

I love music. Everything about it. As you've read in previous posts, I'm loving basketball, and I love volleyball even more, but I'd rather give both of them up than to have to go without my music.

But my school is full of sports obsessed jock wannabes. A lot of them aren't even that good at sports, but that's all they care about. Very few of them have the slightest appreciation of music. They can't even sing "Happy Birthday" on key. Not all of them, but the majority.

This bugs me. Maybe I'm just a total musical geek (which I don't mind being called), but I can't stand people that have no appreciation for the arts. Like a couple of weeks ago, we had a symphonic band come to our school. First of all, before they came, everyone kept saying, "oh yeah, that orchestra is coming...." Then when they actually came, they just sat there and texted each other the whole time. Then when I was really getting into it and would comment about something, they'd say, "which ones a clarinet again?" It drove me insane.

It's so one-sided at my school. A girl can do a perfect lay-up and she has friends or a date for our "homecoming" (it's not even a dance.) But sing, play an instrument, or even show the slightest appreciation for music, and people just kinda stare at you like you're from another planet.

Don't get me wrong.... I love sports just as much as the next person. Really, I do. But I'm balanced, and music is a huge part of my life.

Maybe I'm stepping on some toes here. Especially if you're from my school, and I apologize. But seriously. Musicians are lonely people.

Happy First Birthday, blog. It's been great.

My First Competitive Basketball Game

So you may not be all too excited about the following post; hey, I wouldn't blame some people if the title of it made some people not want to read it. A couple months ago, if you told me that I'd actually grow to like basketball, I would have denied it. But in all honesty, I am really enjoying it.

This year is the first year for having girl's basketball at our school, and tonight was our first game. We lost. Badly. We scored ten points and had 25 turnovers. But for the first game, it actually wasn't as embarassing as I was afraid of it being. But here are a few happenings from the game:
1) The spandex that I had to get to wear under my basket ball shorts is so comfortable, that I think I'd like to wear it all the time. But you probably didn't want to know this.
2) I made the first point. It was my only point, and it was a free throw, but chew on this. I made the first point of the history of EMCS girl's basketball. Therefore, I made history.
3) I wasn't as out of shape for basketball as I thought I would be. I actually wasn't sucking air after the first quarter like I thougt I would be. I played all but the last two minutes, so I'm pretty satisfied with my pysical condition.
4) I had four rebounds, one foul, and two bad passes. But for the foul, all I did was stand stilll. She just ran into me and fell over. Weak I tell you. Weak.
5) My basketball uniform makes me look HUGE. Not just tall, not just fat, but not buff. Just like, the jolly green giant.
6) 6 hours in a bus with Junior Varsity guys overdosed on sugar- torture. Next time, I'm going to bring a sedative. Just for them.
7) I can't box-out. It just feels awkward.
8) I have a heart shaped floorburn (but I kept the ball in bounds)
9) I won the tip-off! Well, the other girl was a good 6 inches shorter, but hey!
10) I now love basketball. Playing, watching, looking stupid attemting it, it's all good.

I can do this. I also make it look this easy. Just to let you know.


I wish.

One Last Salute to Aaron McKee

I don't have much time to post right now, well, that's all relevant because the truth is that I do have time, I'm just choosing to spend it elsewhere, instead of pouring all of my daily ramblings into your already politically occupied minds.

Wow. Like the time I need to take to fix that run-on.

Anyways. I haven't posted in a while, but I'd really like to take the time to send a shout-out to a guy named Aaron McKee.

Aaron is going into the navy and is leaving this Friday. He was a senior last year at my school and is someone that I've always seen as a brother figure since mine left for college and their various lifestyles.

Aaron has always had my back, even if the person that was annoying me the most was one of his best friends. He's lots of fun to be around, and you'd never be bored. He's someone that I could always depend on, and like I said, he always had my back which is something that I've really appreciated.

So, Aaron. I now you're probably busy with getting ready to leave and all, but this is to you. Thanks for everything, and I know that you'll do GREAT in the navy. I'll miss you a lot, my friend. You don't know how much I appreciate you.