Overwhelmed and so on...

Busy just hasn't been the word for me here lately.  It's almost ridiculous, but I'd rather be busy than painstakingly bored.  So far, for the past three weeks, I've been after school every day for at least an hour and a half.  It's great.

Pep rally and the Homecoming game are tomorrow.  I'm rather excited.  Considering I'm on Pep Rally Committee, I get to skip out on orchestra.  Lucky me.  Also, after school I have to help out with the tailgate for three different clubs.  It should be very interesting because the times were changed.  I hope all goes well.  And before tailgate, I'm heading over to the Freshy campus to visit someone in particular; afterward, the girls and I are all heading to Chik-Fil-A, too.  It should be fun.

For those who take an interest, the Requiem concert was amazing!  Everyone in the chorus and orchestra couldn't have done any better.  I can't wait for the Christmas concert.
This past Saturday, I went to All County Orchestra; it was pathetic.  I've never been so embarrassed to have my name to a performance in my life.  The rehearsals were  fine, and everyone did pretty swell.  Then come time for the concert, however, everyone bombed their parts.  Need less to say, it was an epic fail.

On another note, the beloved "best friend" of mine and I are back to not speaking, yet again.  Go figure, sadly.  I love him to death and he's like a brother to me, but our friendship is just so messed up.   I've had enough.  When he leaves for the Navy in a few months, that'll be the end of that soap opera.

L M Butler

So, about that...

On Saturday, October 9th, my best friend and I went to Ashland Berry Farm for their haunted woods shindig.  It was so much fun, I must say.  Being as skiddish as I am, my friend tended to take advantage of this.  He and I were behind this group of people from Cosby, and they couldn't have been more entertaining if they tried.  This guy named Billy was directly in front of me, and this guy was at least 6'4".  In the house maze, you have to crawl and duck in certain places.  Watching this huge guy try to squeeze himself into a small tunnel was probably the highlight of the entire walk-through.  I'm definitely scared easily, and it ended up being that my best friend didn't jump at anything in the maze except my screaming.  I find that a little amusing.

When we left the house in the woods, we jumped back onto the tractor that took us back to the main entrance.  We didn't end up leaving the farm until 11p.  On the way home, we decided to make a midnight WaWa run.  All in all, it was a fantastic evening.  It's been the best I've had in a long time.

L M Butler

Hitting close to home

Well, now that October has rolled around, a lot of things are moving along quite quickly in my daily life.  The beloved orchestra director has decided to have us play Requiem for our fall concert.  It's amazingly beautiful, although a little bland for the basses.  In my opinion, it's more so for the chorus, rather than the orchestra; nevertheless, it's fantastic when it's all put together.  It took me a bit to realize that it's a Roman Catholic funeral mass.  Considering my family is Catholic and my grandfather passed last October, I think it might hit a little too close to home for some of my relatives.
In other news, the most frightening assignment of the year so far has finally passed for me, thank God.  The assignment was to read the novel The Prince by N. Machiavelli, and then a week later, write an essay about it.  The essay's main topic was, "What is Machiavelli's idea of a great leader?"  Considering I couldn't stay awake while reading the book, I barely knew this.  Although, the night before the essay, I highlighted everything I needed to mention in the novel; in which, it worked out fine, and I got an A.  I'd say that's an epic win.

On another note, I've been stressed beyond belief with so many things happening at once.  Then again, I'm an adrenaline junkie, so it doesn't really bother me all that much.  The only thing that's getting to me is now that Zack has graduated, I hear his name almost everyday in some conversation or another.  I mean, really?  It's irritating.  I assumed that once he was gone, I'd never hear anything about or to do with him again; but no, that'd be too simple.  Wouldn't it?  I still miss him a lot and I'm still a little upset about the whole thing.  Then again, it really doesn't matter.  Nothing will bring him back.  Hopefully this Saturday will take my mind off of that whole subject.  (I'll detail that another time.)

L M Butler

Enough said

Of all ways for me to spend my Saturday, I choose to go to SRO.  Not only did I have to get up at 4:30a to go to Commonwealth, but it was an hour and a half drive to Charlottesville, and I had to wait all day even though I was finished at eleven.  All in all, it was a ten hour day trip for an orchestra audition.

Speaking of the audition itself, I can't help but laugh in embarrassment.  I was very comfortable with the Rotation #2: etude and excerpt, although not so much with the scales.  I went into the giant blind auditioning room, and the judges began to instruct me on which scales to play.  Before the woman could finish what she was saying, I was laughing hysterically.  Her voice was so amusing, that I couldn't focus.  Long story short, my entertainment got the best of me and I bombed my audition.  So much for my usual first-chair reputation; I made second alternate.  What a joke.  I could complain as much as I'd like to, but I did have an alright time.

Anywho, in other news, my computer has been running very slow here lately, so I figured I'd delete some old documents of old papers, collages, abstracts, and pictures.  I found all of these old photos from the beginning of last year, Homecoming, December through June, and so on.  A lot of pictures with people I'm no longer associated with were deleted, but I kept several to do with certain people.  For old memories sake...  Good times, very swell times.  I'd relive it all again if I were given the opportunity.  But honestly, I wish things had never changed between me and some particulars.

L M Butler

Ode to Murphy's Law

It's amazing how when everything starts to go right and get better, it all goes down hill.  It's always too good to be true.  Now that the weather is amazing, God forbid my grill light.  Now that there's less people at Dale, God forbid the hallways clear.  My personal favorite is that now that I adore my History class, God forbid I know anything that's going on.  Oh well, I'll light the grill with a match, shove people out of my way, and sit next to the smart kid in class.  There's always a solution for everything, right?  Leave it to me to find the positive in everything.

In other news, something, someone rather, astonished me the other day.  I went to check the time on my phone and lo and behold, guess who's "name" was there; Zachary.  The look I had on my face was, probably, priceless.  My first thought was, "Oh lord, what does he want?"  A tad cruel, I know, but it wasn't a person I usually expected to hear from.  Long story short, our conversations haven't changed much.   It's a little funny though, because he, as Zack, hasn't changed much at all either.  At least, not that I can tell.  Which is both great and disappointing.  Oh well, he's a swell guy.  Maybe he isn't a jerk after all...

So, it's funny how rumors are usually never true.  I honestly don't know why people would start bullcrap, other than to just get under my skin.  I'm waiting for the day when inhabitants will realize that doing so only gets me annoyed.  Really, what kind of friend are you?  Yet again, I realize I need to find better people to confide in.

L M Butler