Lets start with what happened Wednesday. First, and basically most important, we had an Australian sub in bioX. Possibly the greatest thing that's ever happened in that class. Except the video our teacher decided to show us when we had extra time. Link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-Wd-Q3F8KM
If you don't want to bother with the link, it's basically a video of the "Count" from Sesame Street singing about him counting things, but they've bleeped out the work "count" so he says he's BLEEEEEEPing assorted objects. It's great and all, but the fact that our teacher was laughing harder than any of the immature teenage boys in our class (he was like almost crying he was laughing so hard) really says a lot about him. He is literally the most immature teacher I've ever had. He makes jokes about genitalia daily. Yes, DAILY. We watched a video called "Why Sex?" the day he was gone. It was like an hour of animals humping. I'm assuming the movie was of his choosing...
I'm going to skip Thursday, because I don't think anything particularly interesting happened Thursday. OH, except I took these pictures:
Again, I apologize for the quality, but what're you gonna do?
Friday was Friday the thirteenth. I'm still alive, so that's definitely a positive, but Alex almost sliced my head off with a cymbal. Typical.
Along with it being the 13th, it was MAGIC THEATRE! Generally I'm not excited for band concerts (ok, let's be real, the only band concert I've ever been excited for was the marching band indoor concert, and that's because there was a volleyball game afterwards) but I was beyond pumped for this concert. And it lived up to every expectation I had. I usually screw up pretty severely in band concerts, but I hardly did at all this time! And it was only on vibes, and no one can hear them anyway, so that doesn't even count, right? Right? Oh, shut up.
But seriously, it was great. Great music, some great skits, and a Glee-type skit, so overall, AWESOME. And apparently the camera that was filming zoomed in on me while I was intensely focused on my maraca part. Fun stuff.
In communications yesterday, we found out we didn't have any homework for the weekend, which is more than unusual. So much, that someone questioned whether it was a sign of the apocalypse. I'd believe it.
We also read Shakespeare's 18th sonnet, and our teacher picked on two guys to read it to two girls. SO FUNNY. Except it was super cute too, which kinda sucked, cause I really wanted to mock the crap out of them.
You know that you're not working hard enough at something when you've been doing it for like 5 years and your younger brother, who has been doing it for under 6 months, can do it better. For instance, my brother had his first piano recital today, and he's pretty much already amazing. I know I don't exactly play piano (I quit that the second I didn't need to do it to qualify for percussion anymore) and haven't for like 5+ years, but I still play percussion, and he's like infinitely better than me. Watch out, future percussionists. He's going to blow your minds when he's a freshman.
The Script makes some of the most emotional (and AMAZING) music ever. True story. Need proof? Links:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CPEBN2dVNUY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gS9o1FAszdk&feature=relmfu
Simply stunning music. Really great.
I followed through on my idea to go see "Prom" the movie on prom night. Predictable and cliche, but cute nonetheless. I almost cried. Gah, I'm such a sensitive wimp. Pathetic.
Well, my family is drinking tea and watching "Mrs. Doubtfire", and I think I'll join them.
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