I’d roll out of bed. Put on five pounds of makeup, toast some pop tarts and go.
Or not.
If I were a girl, I think this
would be my first warning sign not to get too close to a guy. POSSIBLE CREEPER ALERT, right? I mean, sure, some guys really are up for just about whatever they can get, but to declare it so publicly seems a naive and desperate.
At least these guys are letting the ladies know exactly what their intentions are, I guess.
What do y’all think?
-b.
I just have to share this awesome site with everyone.
The Old Spice Man is now my text message ringtone. (:
-bbbbbbb.
So I worked my ass off all 4 years of high school (okay, maybe not all the time… I was pretty lazy) and now that my AP scores came in the mail(!), I get to tally up all of my scores and see how much college credit I actually have.
The list goes like this.
AP Course – score – credit hours I get
Biology – 5 – 5 hrs
English Lit – 4 – 6 hrs
Calc BC – 5 – 6 hrs
Calc AB subscore – 5 – 3 hrs (included in BC)
US History – 5 – 6 hrs
Chemistry – 4 – 10 hrs
English Language – 5 – 6 hrs (same credits as English Lit. :C )
Physics B – 5 – 8 hrs
World History – 5 – 3 hrs
and plus, Government and Macroeconomics credit from my community college…
Government – 3 hrs
Macroeconomics – 3 hrs
I have a total of 50 college credit hours already completed. Hurrah!
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When hands are joined, no one can point fingers.”
“For though we love both the truth and our friends, piety requires us to honor the truth first.” – Aristotle
I am by nature a little bit of an overachiever. While my procrastinating habits often leave me finishing projects last minute, I still try to hit above “oh, I guess that’s decent” with my efforts. It bothers me when people don’t live up to their full potential and don’t exert effort to be extraordinary in their lives. Especially when with things that can be seen in hindsight in the future.
Why settle for okay when you can be amazing?
Oh yeah, it also bothers me when people are not balanced. I suppose I have a very zen lifestyle, in a way. I choose to balance my academic learning, leisure learning, fun, and work to keep things at a nice equilibrium. I don’t understand how some people can spend all of their time partying or studying… it just boggles my mind. There are too many possibilities and things to know out there. I am puzzled and disgusted when I see someone turn down an opportunity to learn something when it takes only a little time out of their day to search something on Wikipedia and/or Google. It’s such a small negligible amount of time… time many people spend doing pointless things like waiting for their food in the microwave or staring at the dirty hamper of clothes that need to be laundered.
We have a world full of information that we can obtain almost instantaneously. Take advantage of it and stop being lazy and disinterested in your intellectual development.
Mmmkay. That’s all for now.
Good night.
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PS: This post reminds me of this short video my orchestra director showed the class last year. It seems a little over the top (I think it’s the music), and I don’t think any of us in the orchestra really thought about it too hard, but it does do a good job of reminding us that a little extra effort does make a difference. Looking back, I don’t think I ever applied much in the way of extra effort in high school orchestra. Oh, the irony.
So my gig today got rained out. Twice.
I was playing a gig with Vicky, my violin teacher, and one of his other students in a random orchestra in middle-of-nowhere Sulphur Springs, Texas.
We finished our 3 hour (I think it was 3 hours?) rehearsal and were eating dinner preparing for soundcheck at 7:30 when…
(1:47:27 AM) Bryan: it started raining during dinner
(1:47:30 AM) Bryan: before soundcheck
(1:47:37 AM) Bryan: and we play at an outdoor stage
(1:47:41 AM) Bryan: so we were supposed to wait till 8:30
(1:47:48 AM) Bryan: if it kept raining, before canceling the show
(1:47:55 AM) Bryan: it stopped raining at 7:30
(1:47:59 AM) Bryan: which made us an hour late
(1:48:06 AM) Bryan: but we went out for soundcheck after they wiped stuff dry
(1:48:11 AM) Bryan: and we set up
(1:48:13 AM) Bryan: played the national anthem
(1:48:17 AM) Bryan: music of the night
(1:48:23 AM) Bryan: national emblem march
(1:48:28 AM) Bryan: and we started God Bless the USA
(1:48:30 AM) Bryan: when i found that
(1:48:37 AM) Bryan: my stand partner and i don’t even have the music with us
(1:48:46 AM) Bryan: so we kept peeking at the stand in front of us
(1:48:49 AM) Bryan: and then it started raining
(1:48:55 AM) Bryan: sprinkling and getting worse
(1:48:58 AM) Bryan: and all the violins looked around
(1:49:11 AM) Bryan: we were all like “… um. FUCK THIS SHIT. I’M STILL GETTING PAID. BYE!”
(1:49:35 AM) Bryan: while we were playing, i kicked the cases at our stands open so we could chuck our instruments in, close em up and run out of there haha
(1:49:43 AM) Bryan: and we all waited till a random rest while the tenor was still singing
(1:49:46 AM) Bryan: and we just started leaving
(1:49:49 AM) Bryan: XD
(1:51:45 AM) Bryan: and the winds were forced to stay and play in the rain
(1:51:51 AM) Bryan: and a couple players actually had umbrellas
(1:52:01 AM) Bryan: and they popped open the umbrella, put it over their shoulder, and kept playing
(1:52:05 AM) Bryan: dedicated giggers, those people.
So yep. That was my day. $110 for 4 hours of violin playing and then $55 more for tomorrow’s 1 hour concert… I like this very much, even if it’s the lower student pay. It’s not like I have to try or anything.
So.
I was cleaning out all of the stuff in the house, and I found a yearbook. My dad’s college yearbook from when he graduated with his bachelor’s in financing. Just for kicks, I scanned it up and compared it with a picture of me at graduation.
Upper: Dad at graduation
Lower: Me at graduation.
I like the way his tie looks. Dressed pretty sharp there, Dad.
Do you see a resemblance?
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PS: Rough week.
Madre’s somewhere else in the house, I am in my room. I have music playing.
Madre: blahblahblah
*I turn my music down*
Me: What? Did you say something?
Madre: *no response*
*I turn my music back on*
Madre: blahblahblah
*I turn my music down*
Me: Hello? What? Were you talking to me?
Madre: *once again, no response*
repeat x3
*I turn my music back on*
Madre: *starts screaming her head off at me*
*I walk over to her and ask what she keeps saying*
Madre: YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME! WHY DO YOU NEVER RESPOND WHEN I TALK!?
Me: …
Groan. FACEDESK.
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I’m feeling distraught in a way that feels like there is an unseen but heavy weight resting on my shoulders. This feeling of discomfort is comparable to the pressure of being forced to keep a terrible secret. It feels like I have something I really want to say, but I honestly don’t know what. My resentments are buried so deep within me, resting with the other personal baggage I deal with, and my bitterness is just something that I’ve grown accustomed to having around. My realistically pessimistic outlook is something that I have lived with so long that it feels normal.
There are an astoundingly many things that I resent yet cannot change, and I realize I am going to have to deal with them. Because these things will not change, there is no way to escape the burden of having to secretly bear my resentment other than to adapt and reframe my views in an attempt to lessen my chagrin. I have no choice but to refocus the lens with which I peer through at the unsettling details. I have a feeling this is not going to be easy to do.
I know I am being vague. I can’t help it when my own inner turmoil is too complicated and perplexing for even me to figure out.
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This picture does. And so does she. (:
Oh, and by the way. I am a graduate now.
-b.
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