Band Concerts! Yay!

Rockin' On Top of the World! That's how I feel right now! We had two band concerts in a row. Let me repeat myself, TWO! I'm like super duper excited and I'm feeling really rejuvenated (and nap-worthy). I feel so Christmas-y right now because of listening to so much Christmas music and seeing so many Santa hats! I didn't get to go to the barn again (ug!) but the band/orchestra/choir festival and smooth performances more than made up for it! By the way, when you put a good orchestra, a good band, and a good choir together, it is the most heavenly sound and music you will ever hear.

There was a "little" incident in our band concert. First of all, let me explain that the whole two days were pretty much complete chaos because we've never done a concert like this. The bands playing were just as confused as the audience. Mr. Taylor, our band director, told us to not do what the eighth grade band did. And that was to not go on stage too early and sit there without any idea what to do. Anyone, can you guess what we did? Yup! We got on stage too early **facepalm.** Even earlier than what the eighth grade band did. We can skip the fact that we were all sitting in our spots on the stage, cracking up and sharing equally puzzled looks with our fellow band people.

As things got even more awkward, someone stood up to tune us because it could be pretty nasty playing without tuning. We then tried to do an exercise to check if we were in tune. Well, the person who tuned us had no idea how to conduct (it's easy! Floor, door, window, ceiling, people! Floor, door, window, ceiling!), but thank goodness for him anyway. If he hadn't shown up, it would've been a multiple-train-trainwreck rather than just a singular-train-trainwreck. After we tried to tune, someone gets up to apologize to the audience for our band director not being there yet (he was still conducting another band in a different room). He starts his very speech with, "Well I'm probably going to flunk this class for doing this..." Classy. What was even funnier, no later than thirty seconds after that person sat down, someone else came from the hall and apologized to the audience, again. Once Mr. Taylor walks onto the stage, he looks to us, laughs and smiles, then shakes his head. Go Thursdays!

One last thing, my good friend, Molly, well she and I listened to Varsity Jazz Band (they are amazing) together on Wednesday. When they started their last tune, Baby, It's Cold Outside (probably our favorite tune), she and I turn to each other and give each other the most priceless looks of creepy happiness.

We smiled smiles very similar to this one.

I hopefully will be posting a video of me on Gambit on Saturday so you can finally see me ride!

Last Sundays

Before I start, happy (late) Thanksgiving! How was yours? Mine was great, I did dishes all day. 

You know those Sundays after a break and you have the overwhelming doom of having to go to school the next day? You know that depressing feeling you get when you have to pull out your homework after your backpack has been in the closet for a week growing dust? Do you know that awful feeling when break is over? Yes, yes we all do. Every. Single. One. Of. Us. 

I know I'm still getting over the Post-Thanksgiving-Dinner-Hangover. I'm still living in the dream of no school, going to bed at whatever time I want, knowing that I'll be able to wake up the next morning, and lay in bed, snuggled up like a burrito, then close my eyes and go back into burrito sleep. But that dream is over. When the alarm rings tomorrow morning, I'm probably just going to stay in my burrito. 

This morning, I pulled out my dusty backpack and the uncharged laptop, and sat for a while, refusing to believe that tomorrow is school. After sitting around for an hour, I just started homework. Woohoo, what fun it is to laugh and sing in a homework-induced coma! My mind is already on Christmas and gifts (this is the kind of thing you might be getting from me).

Come on Santa! We're waiting!

This break, has been amazing. Even though I only had one burrito morning this break, I'm more rested than I have been since summer, and I finally had a sleepover with some friends. 

PAUSE

Let me tell you a bit about that sleepover. My friends and I, oh, we are such rebels. Do you know what? At eleven that night we snuck some items in the room: water and pretzels (GASP!!). Yes, we know, we are such rule breakers. Even worse, we spilled one of those five glasses of water (oh we're in trouble now!). Okay, after sharing with the world what rebels we are, I can continue.

UN-PAUSE

I don't exactly remember where I paused, and you probably don't either, so we should start on another random tangent. Agreed? 

At the barn this week (here I go again), nothing really eventful happened. I did have a really good dressage lesson where I realized my horse does understand leads and can actually do dressage well, and then the next day when I tried again, I was nearly bucked off. Also during that same day, we decided to take a jump (bad, bad decision, Pauline) and my lovely steed took the jump about eight feet away from the jump and jumped about a foot and a half higher than it had to, so it probably looked something like this: 

Not with too much over-exaggeration...

Sorry it wasn't a picture of me, I lost my video camera. Whoopdee-doo. 

And to make my day even greater, it’s raining. Since I’m too busy sitting on a chair procrastinating, have a lovely day for me!!