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Hola, ni-hou, konichiwa, and 'ello to all my buddies that listen to my venting. Luv ya. heart
Haven't writen in a while, lots to say. First off, in memorium to my amazing great great uncle, who passed away yesterday. My dad was convinced if I went down to Guatemala with my mama to see him, I would be kidnaped and sold for ransom, so I did not get to see him in his last moments. Not that anyone could, with his money-grubbing b***h wife, Evelina. She hardly let anyone see him, even his closests family. Not for love; no, I'm convinced she hatted him. Been together for over 30 years, just got married 5 years ago. Guatemalan tradition stated all property goes to the wife, and he is rich. Suspicious? They don't even live together, because they fight so often. But, as he was on his deathbead, she moved into the main house with him, and started smoking like a chimny, like he hated. She would put off my mom saying she was busy, then turned to talk on the phone in spanish, which my mama understands, about a garden. She's done tons more bitchy things, but thinking about all the rudness she put uncle Rudy and my family through makes me too angry, and I should just put things I cannot change asside unless I want to explode.
What else should I rant about? Oh, yeah. Lake
Here's the situation; by BD is so nasty, he has driven away some of the best players. He's rude, condesending, peverted, and has numerous other faults. But those faults are not what caused my ire.
This year, he managed to drive away more four out of eight pit and drummers, to the point where there was no longer a battery line and only one upperclassman in the pit, along with a nieve freshie. And this year's show is fabulose; the Incredibles. I practiced really hard on my bass clarinet, memorizing the first movement and comming to band camp being the only woodwind that actually practiced over the summer. I came the next day to be called into his office with two other girls that I realize, with horror, were part of the pit with me in winterline. My suspicions were confermed as he told me allong side the pit instructor that he wanted me and the other two in pit. The girls aggreed, but I was planing on turning it down; after all, I practiced so hard on my great bassie part, and I had joined winterline on a whim. The peice was a level four and I only had two or three months worth of experience. He went on to say I had a choice; and in the next breath told me he would have no bass clarinets marching on the field, and we would become a pep band if there was no pit. Cornered, not wanting to quit and disapoint the pit instructor who I loved dearly, I grugingly aggreed. He then proceded to place pit outside to practice for 3 hours in the 110 degree desert heat while he and the rest of the band basked in the delicious cold air of the band room.
Now I don't know what to do. I skiped marching band my freshman year, the first year the band made finals, to learn and practice the bass clarinet which I now adore heart . I do like pit, but I hate being forced. My hard work over the summer went to waste, and now I can't march. Plus, I will be going into my senior year with one year of marching experience, and how will I gain respect? Most of all, I am very poor and have a school-owned bass clarinet, so if I quit, I might never see it again. I really do not know what to do. I get sad very easily, and this year is looking depressing . Marching Band and music, the bane of my exsistance, should be fun, and my BD sucking it all away!
So much emoness all around! emo Band, my escape from the world's horror, my haven, is being tainted and destroyed, with a dark futrure looming ahead for me. My family suffered a loss, and I am being devoured by the hatred, greed and sadness of death. My only girly magizine stoped publication. And worst of all, school starts in a week! Aaaarrrhhggg... Nails in my emo coffin.
Well, off to drown myself in lovely music and literature. I will attempt to look on the bright side of all of this...
Sigh. sweatdrop
~Live,Laugh,Love~
And play music biggrin
Dance like no one is watching
Love like you have never been hurt before
Sing like no one can hear you
and Live like heaven is on earth
 chibinecochan_13 · Sun Aug 23, 2009 @ 06:05am · 1 Comments |
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