(this won't make sense to anyone other than Andy)

Andayyyy! Sexay Baby! How's a going? I'm glad to know that there's at least one person out here reading this. That 'O Riley bitch still has no idea what the hell kind of interview he missed. That bitch would be wanting a sex change by the time I fin. talking to him! Oh yea, hope you're having luck shakin' off those horny gay men who are still after you. Having a gay love song with your name certainly isn't helping. ;)

ahh, you know i'm just playin'
luv ya

All the men who want Andy

My bestest friend Andy has a special suprise! o.k. just kidding. No out-of-the-closet announcement here. I just found out an interesting little tidbit. I call him Andy because of the song "Andy, You're a Star" (the Killers) it just came to my attention that it's about a gay guy named Andy! HA! I'm sure as hell still gonna call him Andy! I'm so evil, and I know it.

no mean to hurt ya, Andy

luv ya guys,

well, my knitting time has gotten a massive boost

summer = shitloads of knitting time. My new foucus: lace shawls. Hell yes, lace shawls http://knipicks.com their lace-wieght yarn kicks ass, if I do say so myself

OH MY GOD! you HAVE to see this!!

www.furnitureporn.com you HAVE to see the stuff on thies site! It's perhaps the funniest website I've ever seen! furniture, porn. add the two together and you've got yourself a kick-butt gag site. It's so crazy and makes no sense, but it makes you think about what really happens when the floorboards creek at night, or all those times you blame the cat for scratches on that victorian armchair. I give this site 5 stars for it's definite lmao quality.

I did find it facinating (and disturbing) how the creators are able to present themselves. They truly do take it as an absoulutely ligit. "hardcore furniture porn" site. Of course, this ability isn't at all bad. The site probably wouldn't be as funny without this trait.
You HAVE to visit this site. Don't waste your time here! Go! look at the furniture go wild!

I'm sorry!

I'm sooo sorry I haven't been posting on this a lot recently. I still love you guys, I've just been very busy with my schedule I'm so excited that the years almost over! I'm getting a tuba to take home for the summer on Thursday! Yay! I just want to take my finals and be done with it. Summer...awsome

pimpin' aint easy

Yea. The fancy-pants concert was Thursday. I did a pimpin' job if I do say so myself. I rocked the bass in Jazz band. I've been getting tons of accolade for it. That was the first time dad heard me play the songs. He said I did great.

Sami's B-day is Sunday. I haven't gotten him anything yet. I'll probably go shopping in a little while
I 'll probably get some good concert pics. soon

Brass vs. woodwind (you know who wins)

I'm probably about to make a lot of woodwinds very unhappy. Most of the ones I've met are snobs. For some reason, and sami agrees with this, brass and woodwind don't usually get along too incredibly well. Is there some kind of natural thing that turns these fellow musicains against each other? Here's my theory.

Woodwinds think they're better because: Ihey have to do tons of difficult finger placements while keeping steady air

Brass think they're better because: Our lips controll the notes. It takes just the right tightness to get it right. It also takes lots of hard work to be able to get the notes perfect. buttons aren't everything. we can play a whole song with only one fingering can woodwinds play Tapps? I think not.
I understand that I'm completely bias about this. I don't care.

I've got a photo profile!

I figured out how to make a photo profile! I dig the pic. Technically, I'm not "full-blood bass clef" (as I put it) yet, but I'm only 10 days away! Anyway, our winter concert's this thursday. I can't frickin' wait. For the first time, the band gets to go first. I hate the chourus soooooo much! They act better than us because, and I quote, "In the chourus you have to use natural talent, so you have to work harder. It's not just blowing through a tube." Fuck that. If they had the slightest fucking clue about what it takes to play a band instument, they would shut the fuck up. I'm not being bais, either I've been in chourus. It sucked out loud. It was really really boring.

 

freshly shorn

I got my haircut yesterday. It's back to it's original perky shortness. My hair just looks better when it's short. I really like it. I've been talking to my friends nonstop via aim lately. My buddylist keeps growing. I just got aim last week. I really like it.

THis thing's getting a baby brother

Hola! fellow band geeks. I'm about to creat my second blog! I've decided to make this one a little bit more about my life outside band. The second one I'm doing purely for my upcoming adventures in the high school band. The Silver Regiment.

5:25? But your sign says 6:00!

Okay, I had clear intentions of buying a nice $47, size 24AW mouthpiece which I knew was at a music store close to my house. Sami was going to meet me there. It closes at 6:00 and it was 5:20. Which is'nt bad. I'm sure that even if I got there at 5:50 they would let me stay (If I made my $47 intentions obvious) It was around 5:25 when I was almost at the parking lot. Next thing I know, Sami calls me on the cell "Dude, they closed" I heard. He was'nt joking. They closed an entire 35 minutes early and missed out on a big purchase. I say screw them. I'll take my money to the big chain music megastore.(I'm still really fustrated that I still am mouthpieceless)

Time to get the mouthpiece!

Yay! I get to go find my tuba mouthpiece today! I'm seaching for a 24AW under $50. Sami's going to help me with my search. Also, I'm getting my hair cut. It's too long for this summer heat. I don't have much to type about. I've been looking for pictures to post. No luck on that.

Just so you know...

I'm in my school's Jazz Band I haven't mentioned that before. I play bass. I'm quite good and I want to be in the high school's Jazz Band next year. I think that's why I've grown attached to the tuba. I really like the role I play in Jazz. I'm not flashy like the saxophone, but damm, that saxaphonist wouldn't even have a chance without me. That't the same way tuba is. Aha! Massive mental breakthrough! I'm doing my ingenius thought dance! (not really.....okay, mabye just a little bit)

A note from my good friend Sami

Hello, and to all you trebles out there, TUBA OWNZ JOO!
I agree with him

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE FLUTE PLAYER GETS INTO A FIGHT WITH A TUBA PLAYER. 

Sweeeet!

yes Yes YES! Finally my secret wish has come true! I'm gonna be a tuba player! Ever since the very begining of this school year I wished to be one of the "sexy dictators" (my nickname for the beret-clad tuba players) I originally thought that I could never change because I thought Mr. Leighton (high school band director) wouldn't want a tuba player with anything less than 3 years experience. On the contrary, he said he would accept newbies to an instrument. I just have to practice and ajust to the tuba. My friend Sami (he's helped a lot through this whole thing) said that I would be an awsome tuba player. If your out there Sami, thanks, for everything. : >)

And why not, just for the hell of it, post an angora rabbit on my blog 

ahem....I kind-of exaggerated

I exaggerated. I figured that I would get stuck in weeks of extra school days because of the hurricanes. Two days. Not weeks, days. But I have some new school topics. 1) No band teacher + strict substitute + lame video= bands real downside 2) Those Anne Frank movies really get to me (sniffle). and 3) 6:30! The bus picks you up at 6:30! In english we watched more of the Anne Frank movie. I almost cried. I probably would have had it not been for stupid T.J annoying me the whole time. Anyway, I looked at the bus stop listings for my future high school and found out this lovely little fact. THE FRICKIN' BUS LEAVES AT 6:30! That's early, that's damm early in my book.

Damm you hurricanes!!!

Damm! when is this school year gonna end? I know it wouldn't have ended this early anyway, but even still, it really sucks in the first place that I have to rot in the evils of make-up days. I want to get to high school already! I want to be in the goofy uniform! I want to see my friend Sami in a beret! I want to play notes in the third octive!! GRRRRRRR!!!

A note about my thing for tubas

I play trumpet in band. Now, don't get me wrong, I do enjoy the trumpet and I always will, but I secretly want to play tuba. Ever since I saw the sheen of the silver contras out there on the big green field, that is what I wanted. The high-pitched, blasting trumpet no longer was intresting, It was the low, calm notes flowing from the massive bells that attracted me. The intrest faded when I relized how hard it would be to switch at this point. One day I will be great at both instruments, if a human embouchure can even do that. ;->