ramblings.

Like, almost a week! And then I’ll be off in sunny sunny Orlando, SUCKAS! Y’all are stuck in sunny sunny Toronto!

And what a good eight days those’ll be! Well, the weekend’s going to own. What with Triple-Mike Downtown Extravaganza on Sunday. Well, I invited four, but one of them’s going to New York, but ONE OF THEM IS FROM QUEEN’S! <33333

And this is the part where I whine about how darn much my fingers hurt from Orlando Jazz rehearsal. I didn’t even play all that much. I’m just a loser.

But yeah. Apparently I’m in Orlando Jazz. Um.. cool. TOO BAD I CAN’T PLAY ELECTRIC.

I’m just an overall tired tired one today. Nothing good happened. I don’t remember Fashion or French aside from an argument, I’m apparently running for an exec position in council, I got sent out of English by a slightly mad substitute teacher.

Orlando Jazz… my first time on electric in like, forever. NOT cool. Kinda fun. I eventually gave up and moved on to “interpretive dance”. Certain bassists have a knack for making me feel small and incompetent. That’s okay. (”I may not be the good bassist. But at least I’m the cute bassist.”)

Brown bakery with RIDICULOUS crowd of people, sat around and ate bread. Bus home. (”Watch out! You’ll catch THE GAY!”)

Here, tired, still practising bass.

Shall we start with Thursday?

Thursday was the Spring Concert and Random Acts of Art. We didn’t get a nifty name. Or posters. But we DID get EXCELLENT MUSICIANS. Mad props to Angelina, May, the Emilies, Chamber Choir, Wind Ensemble, and pretty much everyone. Because all y’all are awesome. Freedom trilogy went very, VERY well. (Lukas was a complete MONSTER on his solo, I mean this in a good way)… The Requiem went quite well as well, aside from people clapping. In the middle. Of EVERY SINGLE MOVEMENT. All in all quite a good concert. Junior Jazz may not have been stellar, but we all had fun, darnit! *dances with the bass*

Moving right along to THURSDAY, the final concert with TYCW for the year. Also, Alumni band. Umm… Yes. Alumni band. Which I am in, because they lack bassoon power. And.. y’know…mad skillz. Symphonic Metamorphasis is now my new favourite thing in the world. Met an incredibly, INCREDIBLY attractive percussionist who goes to Queen’s, of all places! Saw Sophie Z., looking just as fab as ever. Strange and ridiculous running around. My Humps. MAD CRAZY DRAMA. Concert went SWIMMINGLY, with me being my lovely, charming self in order to get Mike’s mommy to let him go to the party. This was after I’d changed in the holding room because there was a lineup to the ladies’. Yeah. Oh well. Mike’s mommy was cool with it, and off we went to the HOOD. (Scarborough.) Good times at the party, Heather’s dog is the devil. Saw people I hadn’t seen in AGES. Unfortunately, during the second half of the concert, after Mike and I had left… Two people had their flutes stolen, and someone had her wallet taken. (I’d like to interject with how utterly disgusted I am with people these days.) But, not knowing this, we partied on into the wee hours of the morning. Then slept until the wee hours of the afternoon. Then missioned it to St. John’s Music, where I FINALLY found Song Without Words and also got two nifty picks. That was Saturday.

Sunday was the recording. All went quite nifty, the picnic afterwards was some ridiculous stuff. What with the squirrel chasing and the popsicle-giving-to-strangers and the shopping cart “finding” and “adopting” (Leonard Charles Bobby Orwell is currently sitting in my garage.) and… all sorts of fun stuff. Sure, there was akwardness (those who know what I’m talking about know what I’m talking about.), but it was still good times.

Monday was a drag. Surprise conducting, pig dissections, LUNCH, slept through anthro, quiz. ORLANDO BAND.

I wonder what fun surprises this week will hold? OH LAWDY BELLRINGER FRIDAY. Maybe I should ask to do the dry one.

But that’s no fun. I’m not sure if I’m even supposed to feel angsty. Or happy. Or sad. Or ANYTHING (this is another if you know, you know things). I do wish that being sixteen and almost a half came with instructions. Or at least a warning label.

“Warning: Accepting this birthday will result in more sleep deprivation, stress, and responsibility than you’ve had in times past. Approach with caution.”

But on the up side, you DO get this lovely gift of mixed feelings and emotions. You never know what you’ll end up with next! (Though really, the bag is half sadness and self-loathing. Icky, gray-and-black splotched jellybeans that taste like dryer lint and pimento.)

But the other half of the bag is actually pretty great. Lots of nice, happy bright coloured jellybeans, things like pineapple and lime. Good moods, caring friends, that whole spiel. But again, here come the dryer-lint jellybeans of teenage angst covered in a tasty pineapple coloured coating. Because if it looks like pineapple, it must be…

Right?

(Uh, yeah. BOUT that not being angsty. Oh well. Get out of my van. I’m going to bed.)

Oh snap! It’s Wednesday and the week’s nearly half over. Have I done my anthro.? NO.

I’ll do it….tomorrow? Friday? Saturday? Er, crap.
One more day, please.

Today’s itinerary:
Clean room, do homework, go to doctor, get textbook from locker.
Tomorrow’s:
Downtown excurstion with music compadres.
I’ll write a coherent entry later, I promise. But for now…

Beattie-The Concept of Good in Music is like a grate in front of a fire,its there, you can use it, but hell, you dont need it says:
fuck,now thats an excuse
Beattie-The Concept of Good in Music is like a grate in front of a fire,its there, you can use it, but hell, you dont need it says:
“whyd you fuck up your audition?”
Beattie-The Concept of Good in Music is like a grate in front of a fire,its there, you can use it, but hell, you dont need it says:
“i got pimp slapped by an anvil”
Beattie-The Concept of Good in Music is like a grate in front of a fire,its there, you can use it, but hell, you dont need it says:
like, who plays well after getting hit with a chunk of metal
Chrysalis.Unpretty– ‘Lady sings the blues/She’s got ‘em bad/she feels so sad’ (Word of the day: Lugubrious) (63!) says:
Chuck Norris.

I had another nightmare yesterday. It involved being put, along with a large group of others, into a huge dish with a mixer and then into one of those car crushing things. We came out as a perfect cube, metallic and humming with energy. We were a cube containing one hive mind, one almost soul, no conscience.

I haven’t been sleeping well lately.

I am disturbed by my nightmares. I have nights where I wake up unable to breathe, terrified out of my skull. I am itchy in that one spot where it’s impossible to scratch unless you’re super-flexible or have a back scratcher. Except that spot is my brain. Something’s troubling me greatly. I feel uneasy.

I suppose I had fun this break, regardless. I love my friends, I hate idiot people who can’t spell yet still try to insult me or undermine my intelligence. I’m not ready to go back to school. But that doesn’t matter. When something happens, it happens.

On a lighter note… Does anyone remember when people said “NOT!”?

“That’s a cool hat… NOT!”

Siiixteeen caaaandlessss….

Except not really. Because I don’t get a birthday party, because my birthday’s on Christmas. Which is today. Woohoo!

If you go by birth hour/minute, I’ve been 16 for two hours and five minutes (It is now 5:30 AM.). I’ve decided that, contrary to my original opinion (”sixteen is just fifteen with another year and more angst”), I’m going to try and make this year as angst free as possible. No bad poetry. No lying around listening to old sad music. No counterproductivity and such.

On that note, I’m going to bed.

Merry Christmas, darlings! And happy birthday Leila!

All I want for Christmas is you….

Edit: Gad, I hate that song.

Ohh, it’s stuck in my head.

What a fun weekend. I finally took time off on Saturday, and today was the concert.

OHHH, WE SIGHT-READ PEICES AND IT WAS DISGUSING. It made me sad. And my embrochure fell apart. That also made me sad. The TYCW did quite well aside from the sight-reading and the bassoonist. The bassoonist was terrible. Seriously, she needs to go and learn to play her instrument and then come back. (in case you didn’t know, there is only one bassoonist. She used to play contrabass.)

Then we saw Rent! SO GOOD! Saw with Steve and Melissas and Tacha. Struggled like loonies and ran like crazy to get to the theatre on time, fell over each other getting in our seats…”TAKE YOUR INSTRUMENT!” SUCH GOODNESS OF RENT. I’m very happy with how good it was. Aaaah…. We all cried. So touching. Now I have songs stuck in my head that we sang until we all went home. Oh, my crazy CW lovers.

And now I am going to go and do my English.

B a s i c s . .
// name: Kimberley
// birthday: December 25th
//nationality: Jamaican/Irish
//screen name: Unpretty.TopBanana
//hair length: Short.
//hair color: Brownish-black.
//eye color : Brown. Not an interesting brown, mind you. Just…brown.
//piercings: Ears.
// tattoos: none

F a v o r i t e s . .
// color[s]: Purple or burgundy or green.
// perfume: Poison by Christian Dior.
// t.v. show: None.
// movie: None.
// band/singer: None.
// subject: Fashion or Music.
// fruit: Kiwi!
// month: December. (funny how that works.)
// season: Autumn.
// holiday: Used to be Christmas, but now I don’t know.

H a v e Yo u . .
// have you ever smoked? Nope.
// have you ever done drugs? Nope.
// have you ever gotten drunk? Yup ><
// have you ever used someone? Nope.
// have you ever been used by someone? Probably.
// have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have: Ptch, ‘course.

T h e B e s t . .
// best person to talk to: *shrug*
// best relationship: LOVE IS FOR WEAKLINGS.
// best feeling: Not being “happy”, per se… but contentment. Feeling…comfortable.
// best thing in the world: Undiscriminate, unconditional caring and kindness. You didn’t say it had to be tangible.
// best stuffed animal you own: Crack Baby Pooh.
// best thing that happened to you today: Nothing.

T h e L a s t . .
// last time you cried? Saturday past.
// last movie you saw in a theater? Harry Potter and the Goblet Of Fire
// last movie you rented? Umm… I don’t…know. Saw, probably.
// last movie you bought? Nightmare Before Christmas.
// last song you listened to? Something on this CD whose jacket I’ve lost.
// last song you downloaded? Can’t remmeber, was quite long ago.
// last tv show you watched? Umm… Not sure.
// last song that was stuck in your head? Your Body Is A Wonderland
// last person you were thinking of? I forget and refuse to go with the standard answer because LOVE IS FOR WEAKLINGS.
// last person you talked to: Colin D’s dad.
// last person you hugged: Julie, I think.
// last person you kissed: Psh, you figure it out.
// last person you went to eat out with: Matthew! Brown bakery!
// last person you slow danced with: DAVID FRENCH HORN DAVID who taught my akward self how to waltz.
// last person you yelled at: Bassoon. “Vile instrument!”
// last person you called: I don’t know.
// last person who called you: Probably bassoon teacher.
// last person who made you smile? Colin D
// last person who made you laugh? Matthew.
// last person who said they loved you? Serothy, probably

L o v e a n d R e l a t i o n s h i p s . .
// who is your boyfriend/girlfriend/crush? Love is for weaklings.
// what do you first notice in the opposite sex? Eyes/hands.
// are you currently in love? Love is for weaklings.
// first real crush: BAHAHA….shh. We’re not allowed to talk about that.
// last crush: *shrug*
// ideal date: Prr… Dunno.

Put an x if it applies to you
[ ] I am bisexual or homosexual.
[x] I’ve consumed alcohol.
[x] I’ve run away from home.
[x] I have lied to my parents about where I am.
[x] I listen to political music.
[x] I have collected comic books.
[x] I shut others out when I’m depressed.
[ ] I watch the news.
[x] I own over 5 rap CDs.
[ ] I own an iPod or MP3.
[x] I curse regularly.
[ ] I paid for that cell phone ring.
[ ] I am a sports fanatic.
[ ] I have “x”s in my screen name.
[ ] I love Spam.
[x] I bake well.
[x] I would wear pajamas to school.
[ ] I have a job.
[ ] I love Martha Stewart.
[ ] am guilty oF tYpInG lIkE tHiS.
[x] I am sometimes self conscious.
[x] I like to laugh.
[ ] I smoke a pack a day.
[ ] I have cough drops when I’m not sick.
[x] I can’t swallow pills.
[ ] I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem.
[ ] I eat fast food weekly.
[x] I have many scars.
[x] I’ve been out of this country.
[ ] I can’t sleep if there is a spider in the room.
[x] i am really ticklish.
[x] I’ve seen a therapist.
[x] I love chocolate.
[ ] I sometimes bite my nails.
[x] I play video games
[x] I watch cartoons.
[x] Gotten lost in my city.
[x] Saw a shooting star
[x] Been to any other countries besides the united states
[ ] I had a serious Surgery
[x] Gone out in public in your pajamas
[ ] I have Kissed a Stranger
[x] Hugged a stranger
[x] Been in a fist fight
[ ] Been arrested
[ ] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator
[ ] Made out in an elevator
[x] Swore at your parents
[x] Kicked a guy where it hurts.
[ ] Been to a casino
[ ] Been skydiving
[ ] Broken a bone
[x] Skipped school
[x] Played spin the bottle
[ ] Gotten stitches
[ ] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour
[x] Bitten somebody
[x] Been to Niagara Falls
[x] Gotten the chicken pox
[ ] Crashed into a friend’s car
[ ] Been to Japan.
[x] Ridden in a taxi
[ ] Shoplifted
[ ] Been fired
[ ] Ever had a crush on someone of the same sex
[x] Had feelings for someone who didnt have them back
[x] Stole something from your job
[ ] Gone on a blind date
[x] Lied to a friend
[ ] Had a crush on a teacher
[ ] Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans
[ ] Been married
[ ] Gotten divorced
[ ] Saw someone die
[ ] Been to Africa
[x] Driven over 400 miles in one day
[x] Been to Canada
[ ] Been to Mexico
[x] Been on a plane
[ ] Thrown up in a bar
[x] Eaten Sushi
[x] Been snowboarding
[ ] Been Skiing
[ ] Been to a motor cross show
[ ] Lost a child (As in, misplaced?)
[ ] Gone to college
[ ] Graduated college
[ ] Done hard drugs
[ ] Had someone cheat on you
[x] Miss someone right now
[ ] Smoked a cigarette
[ ] Smoked a cigar
[ ] Made out with a member of the same sex
[ ] Slept with a co-worker
[ ] Purposely set a part of myself on fire
[x] Purposely hurt myself
[ ] Been in an abusive relationship
[x] Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by
[x] Made a snow angel
[x] Had a tea party
[ ] Flown a kite
[x] Built a sand castle
[x] Gone puddle jumping
[x] Played dress up
[x] Jumped into a pile of leaves
[x] Gone sledding
[x] Cheated while playing a game
[x] Been lonely
[x] Fallen asleep at work/school
[x] Watched the sun set
[ ] Felt an earthquake
[x] Touched a snake
[x] Slept beneath the stars
[x] Been tickled
[x] misunderstood
[x] Won a contest
[ ] Ran a red light
[x]Been suspended from school
[ ]Been in a car accident
[ ] Had braces
[ ] Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
[x]Had deja vu
[x] kissed someone in the pouring rain
[x] Hated the way you look
[ ] Pole danced
[x] Questioned your heart
[x] Been obsessed with post-it notes
[ ] Squished barefoot through the mud
[x] Been lost
[ ] Been to the opposite side of the country
[ ] Swam in the ocean
[x]Felt like dying
[x] Cried yourself to sleep
[ ] Played cops and robbers
[x] Recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers
[x] Sang karaoke
[x] Paid for a meal with only coins (Only NICKELS, bitches.)
[x] Done something you told yourself you wouldn’t
[ ] Made prank phone calls
[ ]Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose
[x] Caught a snowflake on your tongue
[x] Danced in the rain
[x] Written a letter to Santa Claus
[x] Blown bubbles
[x]Made a bonfire on the beach
[ ] Crashed a party
[x] Gone rollerskating
[x] Had a wish come true
[x] Worn pearls
[ ] Jumped off a bridge
[x]Screamed penis in public
[x] Screamed vagina in public
[ ] Ate dog/cat food
[x] Told a complete stranger you loved them
[ ] Kissed a mirror
[x] Sang in the shower
[ ] Had a dream that you married someone
[ ]Glued your hand to something
[ ] Got your tongue stuck to a flag pole
[ ] Kissed a fish
[x] Worn the opposite sexes clothes
[x] Sat on a roof top
[x] Screamed at the top of your lungs
[ ] Done a one-handed cartwheel
[x]Talked on the phone for more then 6 hours
[x] Stayed up all night
[ ] Didn’t take a shower for a week.
[x] Climbed a tree
[ ] Had a tree house
[ ] Are scared to watch scary movies
[ ] Worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say
[ ] Played chicken
[ ] Pushed into a pool/lake with all your clothes on
[ ] Been told you’re beautiful by a complete stranger (DAHAHHA It’s funny ‘cos I’m ugly.)
[x] Been easily amused
[ ] Caught a fish then ate it
[x] Caught a butterfly
[x]Laughed so hard you cried
[x] Cried so hard you laughed
[ ] Had someone moon/flash you
[x] Cheated on a test
[ ] Had a Britney Spears CD
[x] Forgotten someone’s name
[ ] French braided someone’s hair
[ ] Grown a beard

And brownies. And cupcakes. And various other baked goods.

I am oh-so-tired from baking all night. Seriously. I baked ALL NIGHT LONG.
I started at 9, after finishing my homework.
It is now almost one-thirty and I’m not done.

Jaysus.

My feet hurt, my arms and shoulders hurt, my head hurts, my finger hurts from where I burned it. Deep down, I know it’s worth it. Everything’s worth it. All the little tiny sacrifices we make throughout the day, be it giving someone directions and taking a little longer to get somewhere, or spending a week of free time organizing a charity event… It’s all worth it.

Just have to keep remembering that.

Thursday was an okay day. The bit with the NOT BEING ALLOWED TO GET THE BATTER was rather irritating. Music, CAN FINALLY MAINTAIN UPPER OCTAVE FOR GOOD DEAL OF TIME. BAPBAP. (Shush.) Bio was nondescript, left feeling stupid as usual. Talked to Ms. Houghton during break. Anthro was Ghost with Jahmal and winning the bet and POCKY…
“Why are you taking like, five?”
“BECAUSE IT’S GOOD.”
Spare was looking for music with Louis and then FIRE DRILL WTF. SO COLD. T-SHIRT. I THINK I HAVE DISEASES FROM BEING SO COLD.
After school was nuts.
Appy polly loggies to the girl I yelled at for getting caught on my backpack. Half day. Spent my time going about procuring ingredients for the darn bake sale. BECAUSE WE WEREN’T ALLOWED TO GO AND GET THE BATTER. Dmph dmph. (noise of annoyance)
Dance class was… um… unleashing my inner cowgirl. (In case you didn’t know, my class is doing a routine to Jessica Simpson’s cover of “These Boots Were Made For Walkin’”. We have hats.

Came home, did homework, baked.

Am now utterly exhausted and sore in the shoulders and going to bed.

Goodnight.