Part 3 - Songs and Statements

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10-20-16

Ok so

I think I finally got Armed Forces, the band song I'm recreating, I think I finally got it so I could keep up while making it sound good. And keeping all my favorite parts in it as well.

And today our band teacher got out a giant red stress ball and he started throwing it at us if we screwed up, and I was so terrified that on Battle Hymn, I screwed up several times but because Im a flute, I also tend to be a bit quieter then the other instruments. And Im quieter then what a normal flute should sound like. Which sucks. I'M TRYING PEOPLE!!! I'M TRYING!!!

Also this morning, Tyler was sleeping when I got on the bus so I took off my jacket, bunched it up, and lifted his head to put it under. About halfway to the school, he curled up INTO my jacket. Is it bad to fangirl hard over your own relationship? I dont think so because its supposed to be your OTP in real life, but when he curled into my hoodie, I almost lost it right then and there and I almost squealed from how fucking adorable that was.

I'm nervous to go to German. I didn't do my paragraphs. Whoops. I'll do them. I refuse to go under a 90 in that class. A little shameless bragging, in German 1 last year, I never went under a 95 in that class. Sometimes I think speaking German is easier than speaking English, mainly because I'm a socially awkward duck.

Extremely socially awkward.

I remember one time, in my geography class in 9th grade, we were talking about how our hair and eye color changed when we were babies to a different color. I was born with black hair and blue eyes, but it changed to brown hair and hazel eyes (fun fact: they are also hetero-chromatic. Its brown in the center, then changes to blue or green on the outside ring.) and when I was mentioning this to the class, I butchered my words so bad, that I accidentally said I was born black. Everyone was on the floor in tears from my statement. And also because I'm paler then a ghost, despite me being born in New Mexico.

People dont believe me when I say I was born and raised in New Mexico for 13 years before I moved because I'm not Hispanic or have darker skin.

Bitch please, don't stereotype me.

Don't stereotype anyone for that matter.

Jeez, I really went on a long rant this morning didn't I? You can definitely tell that I have had coffee this morning.


Update

Ok it really bothers me that after I take a shower, my short hair fluffs out at the bottom. WHY HAIR WHY!?!?!

Like, it REALLY fluffs out.


-Sam

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