Raging Hormones at their best!
Happy May Day guys! I know I haven't written in forever, but I'll try for a brief catch-up the best I can manage. Sara's Confirmation went off without a hitch, she had a great time at her party. The Day of serving was good. My God Squad did two houses instead of one (cause we're cool like that) and we had heavy yard work and had to seal a deck. The most interesting thing that happened was, when I tried to load a branch into the trash collector's truck, I got stabbed in the thigh and arm with thorns! It was real painful, and Bambi (he was on trash duty. Ha! Dirty little garbage man...) said "What Amanda? Are those mean branches hurting you?"
...
Jerk.
It was just as strange I was mad at him, though. Compared to my dream the other day, He was a saint. Thus proving you can't let me anywhere near a James Patterson novel, I had the weirdest dream about his new series, Maximum Ride. In the book, the kids have wings, to make a brief comparison. So naturally, my friends and I had wings. Dillon had brown, Corie had red with itty-bitty brown flecks, Kristi had white, I had gold and Bambi had gold with brown flecks. We were sitting at the top of a hill in like, a valley or something. And we were all tired and hurt and one of the guys had slashes on his cheek. We kept swooping down the hill, gliding along softly, regaining our strength so we could fly away from this place. For what reason, I don't know. It was awesome, but it came to an oddly abrupt ending. Of course, you remember Bambi (the artist formally known as Colton) has a twin brother, Cooper, who has been going through a rather rough point in his life. Switching churches, being nasty to his friends, and acting like a bit of a jerk. You know, real rebellious type. Anyway, he turned up with dark splotches of black in his gold and brown flecked wings. We all tensed as he asked us if we had enough yet. Colton coldly stood his ground, telling him to leave and he wouldn't get hurt. Cooper, obviously the stereotypical villain, refused, took a step forward, and flicked out a silvery knife right under his brother's chin. Before anyone could do anything, Dillon lunged at Cooper, outwardly worried for his friend's life. Then Cooper swished the knife around, it's cold voice singing through the air as it collided with Dillon's face. Then I woke up.
Is that not the freakiest thing you've ever heard?! I need to, like, stop reading before I go to bed! *shiver.*
OK, so back to today.
Today, as you know, was May Day! So of course, we had perverted little Band nerd jokes about the May Pole, as only we can do. My favorite was one of mine that was directed to Corie. I took great delight in letting all our friends know, "Corie's a pole dancer!" Well, someone had to do it. And I'm not sure if you all knew this, but today is also Sadie Hawkins, so I told Corie she could ask the guys out. Which, was weird, because she didn't use it to her advantage. You missed your shot, buddy!
Oh! And my buddy Amanda Metzger (Metzger for short) got Dillon an AH-MAZING birthday present. Well actually, more than one. Maybe a list here would be to your advantage.
Dillon's Birthday Surprise
A silver sequined purse. I believe it was from Clarie's.
Matching belt.
Matching wallet.
Lip gloss.
Fake eyelashes
And another purse (not quite sure what it looked like)
Then he asked us, "I wonder what my mom's gonna think? She'll probably start to think I'm gay."
To which I replied with a flourish, "Start?" He thanked me with a laughable sneer.
And of course, O'kelly's metaphor of the day. He had to move the podium back away from us because he said it was too close. Then he said, it was one of those awkward moments, like after the first day of flute class and they all want to hug him. We protested loudly, I mean, I wasn't even here when they had their first day! Then Bambi yelled, "Mr. O'kelly? Can I give you a hug?" Mr. O'kelly was like, "Um...NO!" He. Act more gay Bambi, seriously!
Oh, before we move on to the main event, yesterday, I was called in to be the Dr. Phil for Kenzie and her mom. I just basically told her what I had written. Actually, I let her read it today. Let's hope that doesn't come back to bite me in the but anytime soon...which it will.
And as for the main event today: The after school vocal rehearsal.
Mrs. Barker scheduled this rehursal because we need the extra practice before our concert this Thursday. So we get there, the girls struggle through their first two songs. Well, we did, then got extremely better and Mrs. Barker smiled a little. Then the guys killed the Songs of the American West. Literally, killed it. Kevin's voice was too loud, Austin (my friend, the bass) wasn't loud enough, and Jacob (our little shining star) was absent. These were the variables in the equation that made a rather good Men's Choir sound like a chorus of dying animals. I mean, I was on break, listening to them start Shoshone Love Song, one of my favorite TTB pieces. And, you know of my renowned professionalism. But do you know how it shattered when I left the room because I couldn't stand to her the song being butchered? Oh, it really wasn't that bad. It just looked like I got up to get a drink or something. But still...butchered it! Then, the most amazing thing happened. Jacob returned from his dentist appointment, and all of a sudden, they were back. The things one voice can do! It's like a domino effect, really. Kinda cool, kinda bad, huh? So, we move on to our two group pieces. We do alright on Route 66 and we went on to Oklahoma Medley. (Yeah, the musical) Since we go to Branson for our ah-mazing end of the year trip to open for a show as well as this concert, we have riser friendly dance moves. the girls and guys dance in the boys vocal only number, Kansas city, then the girls do a super girl powered dance to, I Cain't Say No. I mean it is really prissy. We twist our hair around our pointer finger, put our hands on our hips and even pretend to sit on a guy's lap! A little bit awkward for even some of us, but what happens the second time we do the number? Jacob joins in! Both dancing and singing! The sad thing here is he was really good! And he didn't hesitate for one moment, except when the altos sing this line: Soon as I sit on their laps!!! Yeah, meaning guys! But Jacob pushed through with grace and a strong feminie attitude that is rare even in a girl. Here, maybe if you read the lyrics you'll understand why it was so funny!
I Cain't Say No from Oklahoma!
Courtosy of www.thebroadwaymusicals.com
I'm just a girl who cain't say 'no'
I'm in a terrible fix!
I always say 'Come on, let's go' just when I aughta say 'Nix.'
When a person tries to kiss a girl
I know she aughta give his face a smack!
But as soon as someone kisses me
I somehow sorta want to kiss him back!
I'm just a fool when lights are low
I cain't be prissy an' quaint
I ain't the type that can faint
How can I be what I ain't?
I cain't say 'no!'
Whatcha gonna do when a feller gets flirty
An' starts to talk purty
Whatcha gonna do?
S'pposin' that he says
That your lips are like cherrys,
Or roses, or berries
Whatcha gonna do?
S'pposin' that he says
That yer sweeter than cream
and he's gotta have cream or die?
Whatcha gonna do when he talks that way?
Spit in his eye?
I'm jist a girl who cain't say no,
Cain't seem to say it at all
I hate to disserpoint a beau
When he is payin' a call!
Fer a while I ack refined and cool,
A settin on the velveteen setee
Nen I think of thet ol' golden rule,
And do fer him what he would do fer me!
I cain't resist a Romeo
In a sombrero and chaps
Soon as I sit on their laps
Somethin' inside of me snaps
I cain't say no!
Is it any wonder why this entry is named the way it is? The answer to that is: rightfully so, Amanda! Many fond farewells, until we meet again.
Lots o' hugs from, Amanda
...
Jerk.
It was just as strange I was mad at him, though. Compared to my dream the other day, He was a saint. Thus proving you can't let me anywhere near a James Patterson novel, I had the weirdest dream about his new series, Maximum Ride. In the book, the kids have wings, to make a brief comparison. So naturally, my friends and I had wings. Dillon had brown, Corie had red with itty-bitty brown flecks, Kristi had white, I had gold and Bambi had gold with brown flecks. We were sitting at the top of a hill in like, a valley or something. And we were all tired and hurt and one of the guys had slashes on his cheek. We kept swooping down the hill, gliding along softly, regaining our strength so we could fly away from this place. For what reason, I don't know. It was awesome, but it came to an oddly abrupt ending. Of course, you remember Bambi (the artist formally known as Colton) has a twin brother, Cooper, who has been going through a rather rough point in his life. Switching churches, being nasty to his friends, and acting like a bit of a jerk. You know, real rebellious type. Anyway, he turned up with dark splotches of black in his gold and brown flecked wings. We all tensed as he asked us if we had enough yet. Colton coldly stood his ground, telling him to leave and he wouldn't get hurt. Cooper, obviously the stereotypical villain, refused, took a step forward, and flicked out a silvery knife right under his brother's chin. Before anyone could do anything, Dillon lunged at Cooper, outwardly worried for his friend's life. Then Cooper swished the knife around, it's cold voice singing through the air as it collided with Dillon's face. Then I woke up.
Is that not the freakiest thing you've ever heard?! I need to, like, stop reading before I go to bed! *shiver.*
OK, so back to today.
Today, as you know, was May Day! So of course, we had perverted little Band nerd jokes about the May Pole, as only we can do. My favorite was one of mine that was directed to Corie. I took great delight in letting all our friends know, "Corie's a pole dancer!" Well, someone had to do it. And I'm not sure if you all knew this, but today is also Sadie Hawkins, so I told Corie she could ask the guys out. Which, was weird, because she didn't use it to her advantage. You missed your shot, buddy!
Oh! And my buddy Amanda Metzger (Metzger for short) got Dillon an AH-MAZING birthday present. Well actually, more than one. Maybe a list here would be to your advantage.
Dillon's Birthday Surprise
A silver sequined purse. I believe it was from Clarie's.
Matching belt.
Matching wallet.
Lip gloss.
Fake eyelashes
And another purse (not quite sure what it looked like)
Then he asked us, "I wonder what my mom's gonna think? She'll probably start to think I'm gay."
To which I replied with a flourish, "Start?" He thanked me with a laughable sneer.
And of course, O'kelly's metaphor of the day. He had to move the podium back away from us because he said it was too close. Then he said, it was one of those awkward moments, like after the first day of flute class and they all want to hug him. We protested loudly, I mean, I wasn't even here when they had their first day! Then Bambi yelled, "Mr. O'kelly? Can I give you a hug?" Mr. O'kelly was like, "Um...NO!" He. Act more gay Bambi, seriously!
Oh, before we move on to the main event, yesterday, I was called in to be the Dr. Phil for Kenzie and her mom. I just basically told her what I had written. Actually, I let her read it today. Let's hope that doesn't come back to bite me in the but anytime soon...which it will.
And as for the main event today: The after school vocal rehearsal.
Mrs. Barker scheduled this rehursal because we need the extra practice before our concert this Thursday. So we get there, the girls struggle through their first two songs. Well, we did, then got extremely better and Mrs. Barker smiled a little. Then the guys killed the Songs of the American West. Literally, killed it. Kevin's voice was too loud, Austin (my friend, the bass) wasn't loud enough, and Jacob (our little shining star) was absent. These were the variables in the equation that made a rather good Men's Choir sound like a chorus of dying animals. I mean, I was on break, listening to them start Shoshone Love Song, one of my favorite TTB pieces. And, you know of my renowned professionalism. But do you know how it shattered when I left the room because I couldn't stand to her the song being butchered? Oh, it really wasn't that bad. It just looked like I got up to get a drink or something. But still...butchered it! Then, the most amazing thing happened. Jacob returned from his dentist appointment, and all of a sudden, they were back. The things one voice can do! It's like a domino effect, really. Kinda cool, kinda bad, huh? So, we move on to our two group pieces. We do alright on Route 66 and we went on to Oklahoma Medley. (Yeah, the musical) Since we go to Branson for our ah-mazing end of the year trip to open for a show as well as this concert, we have riser friendly dance moves. the girls and guys dance in the boys vocal only number, Kansas city, then the girls do a super girl powered dance to, I Cain't Say No. I mean it is really prissy. We twist our hair around our pointer finger, put our hands on our hips and even pretend to sit on a guy's lap! A little bit awkward for even some of us, but what happens the second time we do the number? Jacob joins in! Both dancing and singing! The sad thing here is he was really good! And he didn't hesitate for one moment, except when the altos sing this line: Soon as I sit on their laps!!! Yeah, meaning guys! But Jacob pushed through with grace and a strong feminie attitude that is rare even in a girl. Here, maybe if you read the lyrics you'll understand why it was so funny!
I Cain't Say No from Oklahoma!
Courtosy of www.thebroadwaymusicals.com
I'm just a girl who cain't say 'no'
I'm in a terrible fix!
I always say 'Come on, let's go' just when I aughta say 'Nix.'
When a person tries to kiss a girl
I know she aughta give his face a smack!
But as soon as someone kisses me
I somehow sorta want to kiss him back!
I'm just a fool when lights are low
I cain't be prissy an' quaint
I ain't the type that can faint
How can I be what I ain't?
I cain't say 'no!'
Whatcha gonna do when a feller gets flirty
An' starts to talk purty
Whatcha gonna do?
S'pposin' that he says
That your lips are like cherrys,
Or roses, or berries
Whatcha gonna do?
S'pposin' that he says
That yer sweeter than cream
and he's gotta have cream or die?
Whatcha gonna do when he talks that way?
Spit in his eye?
I'm jist a girl who cain't say no,
Cain't seem to say it at all
I hate to disserpoint a beau
When he is payin' a call!
Fer a while I ack refined and cool,
A settin on the velveteen setee
Nen I think of thet ol' golden rule,
And do fer him what he would do fer me!
I cain't resist a Romeo
In a sombrero and chaps
Soon as I sit on their laps
Somethin' inside of me snaps
I cain't say no!
Is it any wonder why this entry is named the way it is? The answer to that is: rightfully so, Amanda! Many fond farewells, until we meet again.
Lots o' hugs from, Amanda
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