New Trumpet and Trumpet Case

I always kind of figured that I would need a C trumpet in college, and during my college audition, my then would-be professors confirmed this - I would eventually get one, if not before college, then during. 

Around the same time, our All State concert was coming up, and we were playing the Firebird Suite by Igor Stravinsky, which happened to be in the key of C for the trumpet. Now, previous to this, I had played plenty of pieces in different keys, C, Eb, F and such - all with my Bb trumpet. It's tedious to say the least. You have to transpose, either in your head or written on the music or on a new paper. But I had done it, and I will always have to do it.

But the concert gave me an excuse to finally get a C trumpet, so I used that excuse and took a trip to Boston where I tried out a bunch of C trumpets, picked the best one for me and now I have an awesome new trumpet. ^_^ During that trip, I also bought a trumpet case - a mega one. This thing can carry FOUR trumpets.

Anyway, my post is not about how great it is now that I have a C trumpet, but rather the small, hilarious (to me) inside joke that my friend(s) and I now share because one of my friends had to ask what was in my quad trumpet case.

"What's in there?" my friend asked.

I'm waiting for the day a stranger asks me the same question so I can do this..

Mowing the Lawn

So, I mowed our lawn/s today like I now do each week. Now, I don't like doing labor of any sort, but aside from inside chores and cleaning, mowing the lawn is one of my least hated jobs. We have a ride-on lawn mower, but we also have enough lawn that I makes it so I don't have to feel guilty. But anyway, my dislike for mowing the lawn varies each time I have to do it. Like for example, sometimes insects choose to attack me.

And sometimes, the mower picks up dry dirt and the wind blows it back in my face.

Both of these things really make me hate mowing the lawn. Today, it rained a little, not too much. I needed to mow the lawn (was told to) so I figured that it would be the perfect time to do it. It was windy and cool and a little dark too since it was still cloudy.

Perfect timing, I thought. But, of course, this was NOT SO AT ALL. As soon as I got outside, the sun came out and immediately dried everything out - the dirt, the fucking plants. And the bugs came out.

I will never like mowing the lawn. If I ever have a lawn when I actually grow up, even if it's the smallest patch of grass in the world, I'm going to hire someone to mow it for me.

PS - moths, no matter what, will ALWAYS fly directly into my face. ftl - fuck the lawn.

Ninja

Ever played "Ninja" ? Well, before orientation, I had not. Quite basically, the game looks something like this to start:

First, everyone bows, and then everyone strikes a ninja pose. Each person then proceeds, in order, to make a single, fluid movement, in an attempt to hit anyone else's hand, or move in any other strategic way. They must stay in the position they have moved. The person about to be hit may dodge in a single fluid motion. If your hand is hit, you're out. The last person standing is the winner.

The game is, very simply, beyond dorkiness. It is amazing and fun. I may have almost lost my cell phone and wallet from playing this game so intensely, but that was just fine in a game of about 20-30 people.

I encourage any person to play this game if they and the people with them have nothing else to do. And please, do an extra dorky pose - create one like I did. For example, the standing, dead fish:

I am the Ninja master..

Diary of a Teenage Robot Girl

So, back in high school (hah - do you like how I write of it as though it were years back? It ended only just earlier this month, but anyway...) I was bored in Creative Writing class so I took out a little journal I had and started writing. It's amazing how I was unable focus on writing my actual short story for class, but could easily come up with an unrelated idea.

The title just came to me as I wrote, in pen (messily) on the small, lined paper of the journal; Diary of a Teenage Robot Girl.

Here's the short entry I came up with:

Dear Diary,

Android Bot 861 flashed his sensor lights at me. *swoon!* I hope he notices my new sparkle plugs tomorrow. He has got the tightest bolts at Learning Center 41.  

Tomorrow night, B.E.T.T.(Y) or Barium Energized Titanium Toilet (Yellow) is coming over. We’re going to look at and discuss the latest issue of R0bO7 Magazine. There’s supposed to be a really, as the humans would call it, “inspiring” article about teen robot revolts and regulatory system upgrades.  

I never really understood the whole issue of why humans don’t want us to control their lives anymore; it makes no sense to me. But, apparently some robots like to “sympathize” with the humans because, supposedly, they created us in the first place. I call their “B.S.” on that. No pic, no proof, like my Dadbot 3044x always says. When he and Mombot 737a picked out my parts from the selection booth at the Robot Creation Center, they didn’t get any help from humans. Though, technically, no robots really remember their creation, so it’s possible that humans aren’t completely inferior. Oh well, I’ll write you again.

It’s time to take the trash compactor out for a walk, 

TTYL,

FOUR

I ended up turning it into my last short story, the one I wrote for our final exam. I doubt my teacher knew that I had already preconceived the idea prior to the final, but I also doubt he would've cared.

Lastly, or not-ish. Right before I thought of the title, there was a flash of what this teenage robot girl looked like. I'll try to recreate it for you..

btdubs - This was, in no way, inspired by the show My Life as a Teenage Robot.

Girls Room CSI

So, a few days ago, we found out that the girl's bathroom on the 3rd floor of the school had been taped off with crime scene tape, like, legit. But, some people thought it was just the Forensics class doing one of their many interesting labs.

NOT SO.

A couple of my friends, both of whom are in Forensics (Jenna and Michelle, I believe) confirmed that it was not of their class' doing. ZOMG, something not completely boring happening in our school - IT CANNOT BE.

So, when Bill and I were wondering what it was, I had a theory. Someone mentioned that it might've been graffiti or something, but my mind went to a slightly more awesome place.

The Convo:

BILL: Maybe it was like graffiti or something..

ME: More like graFECES! ahhhh~!!!! (<--- laughscream/screagh)

BILL: *hysterics*

Hilarious, right? Well, if that's not funny enough, here's something of what I may have looked like after I said it:

NOTE: This is EXACTLY how I appear. Down to the very lack of detail.

P.S. - hawt, amirite?

Best Madlib Ever

A few weeks or months ago span of time ago, my friend Bill and I were talking on Skype. Having no desire to do anything productive, I found a website where I could do some Mad Libs. I am, by no means, a Mad Libs aficionado. However, I was bored, and just drowsy enough to realize that some activity like this could make me laugh more than usual. I was correct. We did a few, and hilarity ensued. Here's one that stuck out:

Dear Adam,

It has come to my cadaver that you are the fuggliest boy in the javelin. My left buttock starts fucking a Jigglypuff every time you speak. I would like to date if you want to go to the baptism with me next Wednesday. If you castrate, please inhale me at the Olive Garden in a month and a half. I birth you and everything about you.

Attractively,
Paul