The Glass Leotard

The title, just so you know, is a completely incoherent combination of three completely unrelated words. An interesting coincidence, this property holds true to any three words, consecutive or not, taken from this blog. Just something to chew over in your mind... with your mind teeth...

So I've been reading a lot of music theory as of late, and I would just like to once again assure my fans that I will not betray my humble roots and will continue to suck. No worries. However, I am having fun with different chord voicings, which I am (you guessed it) not exactly adept at employing. In addition, I've noticed that this is MY first post this year... I'll have to properly disown Phish's post just as I'm sure your parents would love to do to you... the truth hurts... but it's what the people want

Still can't think of a band name... so no real point in doing anything musical since there's just nowhere to go without a chipmunk-squashingly good name. Speaking of which... I have finally begun learning to produce music thanks to the "Music Production Club" (or digital music or something along those lines), so watch out people with good taste: I'm coming for ya... and stuff... god it's hard to blog

So... lastly... RHCP concert tomorrow... tennis as well... it should be fun... if I could write like this for history, the paper would seem much less daunting... I'll de-shit this later

RANDOM FACT

Ancient Romans used to think unibrows were sexy... as if thats odd...

Owned by a Ten Year Old Girl

The last Friday of school, I was at tennis practice (pre-qualified, I will admit it). The groups were interesting, me and Hersch (or as I like to call him, Herschey) were with all girls because we are "ladies' men." The other people in our group were two freshmen from Hockaday I'm not horribly familiar with (Kate and Aline or something along those lines) and two best friends under ten years old, Natalie and _______ (mind blank). Natalie and _______ (I'll fill it in tomorrow) together kept taunting me after I eked out a victory in a drill. It was sudden death (I have a fear of sudden death), and me and ______ were facing off for the right not to run extra. Everybody else chose who they wanted to side with. Only Herschey stuck with me, but sure enough everybody's belief that a girl half my size would beat me ended up blowing up in their faces... yes I got lucky
So Natalie and _____ start teasing me a bit, eventually asking questions about me. Here are some examples:

"How many friends do you have?"
"4: Timmy, Jimmy, Bimmy, and Eustace."
"Only four friends?! *LOL*"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"
... This one was the scathing one. After a sigh and a "no," I got the heat. I then asked if they had boyfriends, proceeding to do my "OOOooooooooooooooooooh" dance right after that saying "OOOooooooooooooooooooooooh..." not really

This was after I didn't exactly... "stop" when running for a drop volley, hitting my thumb on the wire holding up the net, which was surprisingly painful. My thumb was red and swollen, so I was kinda ______ing (forgot the word) it. This is mostly paraphrasing
"What's wrong with your thumb?"
"It hurts"
"Do you have a mole? Is that what hurts?"
"Yes, actually, I was born without a thumb, but I had a rather large mole next to it. With a little makeup and cosmetic surgery, the doctors got it to look pretty real"
They then proceeded to laugh. When the mumblers (the Hock freshwomen... if that's not h@x to say) came into the line we were waiting in, they then said "GUESS WHAT HE SAID!" Next was one of the weirdest things ever. I think I said "those kids and their crazy imaginations."

"Did you go to Homecoming?"
"Yes"
This question intrigued me. How would they know about Homecoming? I'm fourteen, they probably think I'm going to prom and about to graduate college or something (older kids are all the same).

"Who was your date?"
"Katherine"
This time, I was looking in their direction beforehand, so I saw when they scampered over to Aline (sp!??!) and Kate (sp?...?), who then inquired quietly the last name to Natalie and ______. I didn't know what the hell was happening, but I think I was being stalk-mocked O.o I then said "what," or something, and it was suddenly time for the next drill/game

Yeah I'm totally confused about that, and I haven't been to tennis since, so I don't know what the hell went on to this very day

Phish Quote in order
I'm gradually changing Travis from "Travis" -> "Trvis" -> " Trvs" -> "Tvs" -> " Tv" -> "T" -> " "
when he reaches " " he will be in his ultimate form, and will be unstoppable

The Two-Parter: RANDOM and Comments on The OHB

Okay I just had a thought and it had to be said... wait according to whatever is checking this "okay" is not spelled correctly... this is weird. Well anyway the thought was on Stravinsky's "The Rite of Spring," and I'm fully aware I suck so bad I shouldn't be allowed to say the poorly translated name, but I got the bassoon intro to see if my brother could play it. "What a retard, playing bassoon in treble clef," said he... wow... nuff said. Oh, so "nuff" isn't spelled correctly either, Blogger not Beta?!??! Fine.

ANYWAY AGAIN back to The Rite of Spring, I'm lookin (again with the blogger spell checking...) at the bassoon intro's (spell check!??!?!) sheet music, and apparently the first notes are quintuplets. The next thing I said (the aforementioned thought) was "is that legal?!?!" Seriously, this is so hard to comprehend, becoming a world class musician just got that much harder for me. Damn you, good music. Oh and Blogger is out of Beta today. Very nice

This also needs more added once I wake up

OH I REMEMBER THE OTHER THOUGHT I THOUGHT

So far, FIVE people have created their own blogs after reading mine (cept one sorta not but you don't need to know about that)!!! Thank you for making me feel useful

Oh, and before I forget, I have some comments (not the kind you leave, just... me... commenting) on my blog. The only recurring sentiment about my beloved text baby is that it absolutely reeks of my mannerisms and "tude." Or, in their words, they can picture me saying everything that I post. I'm pretty sure that's a compliment, but then again, I'm not exactly a fantastic speaker... But I'll take it as a compliment anyway!!

This is passable as a post, right? Good... I've trained you noble few (emphasis on few) readers well

Someone: Wassup
Me: Trying to pass some text off as a blog post

True story, there

need sleeeeeeep... and blackouts SUCK

A Look Inside the Upcoming, "A Very Strange Day, Indeedy"

This, ladies and assorted others, is a draft. This is both a way to show you how I prepare for a post if I don't feel like completing it AND a way for me to not have to actually make a post (ie this post is just me making an excuse to post an unfinished post). Terribly interesting, I know.

-Sprint to the door in english
-no shoes, thought i had them, confronted by Fx and ignored by baird
-free fresca, chick fil a
-no phish quotes
-giancarlos father died. this is not funny. seriously... but forget about it now because......
-epilepsy, however, is hilarious

Yeah, I probably will finish the above post (which is rather old) later, but this one is DONE, SON. Actually, don't be surprised if I just copy and paste an email about that above thing and call it a post... However I need some quotes before this is done

Moomoocrunchy 01: so, how was that gathering?
Moomoocrunchy 01: not a party, of course

There must've been at least a thousand quotes from tonight, but I can't remember... maybe one about Sean having relations with a goat according to a high police officer but it was actually Matthew who was also high along with Sean and myself...

This is to be edited for de-crapification

And I Woulda Gotten Away With it, too, if it Weren't for you M******g Copyright Infringement laws!!!!!!!

August 30, Day 2 of school for you n00bs out there
What I'm Listening to: For Whom the Bell Tolls (the song... not the book, I'm not that psychotic)
Sadly, the 8 blog long tradition of "what I'm wearing" will be scrapped, simpy because I will be wearing school uniforms for 90% of the time I'm awake (I sleep in on weekends). *tear tear*
Mood: Exasperated, Happy as a Mofo (or, HAAM!!!!!!!!, as I commonly say), Glad I am not doing tennis tutorial so that I can try out for the play and improv troupe, and about to go Jihad on my HWs ass

Because I enjoy the luxury of not having a high standard for quality, I will temporarily leave this entry unfinished. You can probably guess it's theme (besides news and my life) by it's title. Knock yourself out. Maybe you will be the first to read the rest of my blog :O. Peace for now
To Be Continued....

Continued...
m'kay, so I am merely curious now... this is just a quick conclusion, ill save the rant for later, ohw maybe people actually read this? if you read this at all, please comment on the post. its kind of a test. thanks for bein loyal :) :)