I want to get out a blog before sunday rolls around. I've been sooo busy lately....just sleep and school. Soo stressfull, but now it's good to have a solid saturday. Last night I just sat in my room and watched T.V. I think it was what the doctor ordered because my headache was mostly gone when I woke up in the morning. Right now.....I don't have one at all. If I get another bad one on monday or tomorrow, then I will most definitly go talk to the heath office. Those headaches were weird. Nothing would make them go away. ICK! Ok, I'm gonna go see what's up on the next floor up. Seeing as I'm on the groundfloor now, I tend to miss out on my old floor's stuff. So now I go to see what's up. Peace out, faithful CarbonOxygenRadiumErbiumYrrtrium fans.....does anyone else get what that means??!?!??

4 days of one non-stop headache has now exploded into an all-out, eye-watering, puke-on-the-floor headache........shoot me now

OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!! I just walked into the bathroom and saw a guy shaving all the hair off of his arms with an electric shaver. That would be ok if he was a swimmer on the Wartburg Swim Team....BUT WE DON'T HAVE A POOL.......AND HE WAS RATHER FAT!!!! The closest pool around here is 20 miles away............I'm sorry, but that was just plain weird........

Ok, this may sound crazy and a little concieted, but hear me out on this one. I wish that I wasn't so good at trombone. Ever since I started playing, I've always been first chair. Now, that doesn't mean I was a spectacular player by any means,(I know many trombonists that can absolutly blow me out of the water) but it meant I was I big fish in a small pond. I have never really been challenged. That is the problem. I have always been able to just play the part. No practice needed, just sight-reading and my own musical knowlege. In my private lessons it was the same way. I never practiced and my lesson teachers just accepted it as my playing ability....they just let it slide and didnt' expect anything of me. In fact, I remember one instance where my teacher wanted me to play in his little recital. Instead of giving me a hard piece and giving me a challenge, he had me play a little duet with him. We practiced it twice and it was good to go. Now, I'm not saying that all my teachers were bad, just a couple. Jim Tenbensle was an awesome teacher....but I think I was too young to take lessons from him. And I always sensed that he saw me only as a package deal with my brother. I definitly did not get the attention from Jim that my bro did. Granted my brother is a way better musician than me....and he would've been awesome if he had chosen his trombone over his voice...but thats another story.....so here I am in college. I'm finally around awesome musicians, not that LHS crap of a band. My director expects something of me and my lesson teacher expects even more out of me. This is something new. I've never had to really work to be good. That is why I wish I was a poor musician and I had gotten to where I am now purely out of hard work and practice, not skill. So now it is extremly hard for me to practice stuff, even though I cannot sight read it. My lesson teacher, while he never says it bluntly, is dissapointed in me. He sees that I have great potential, but I seem to not care...I DO care, but I have gotten used to just playing the stuff, not thinking about what I am doing. That is my beef with myself.....Can I change my ways? I don't know. I DO know that if I ever want to be first chair, Wind Ensamble, than I will have to change. Only time will tell............

It has become painfully apparent that I wear a stocking cap far too much. The only time one is not on my head is when I'm sleeping, showering, or at work. Yesterday a kid complemented me on my new look....it was the same look as always, only I actually combed my hair and wasn't wearing a stocking cap. The kid was serious too. Today, I found out that one of the girls in my french class saw me on campus the other day and didn't recognize me....I wasn't wearing my stocking cap.....weird, huh? One of my professors actually hints that he dislikes me wearing my hat everyday. Almost every class period he makes a comment about how it was disrepectful to wear hats in class 30 years ago......and yet I continue to wear my stocking cap. Why exactly do I wear my hats, you may be asking yourself.....well, it is the simple problem of my hair. See, back in the days before college, I got my hair cut every 4 weeks. It was like clock work. I haven't gotten it cut since October. Needless to say, my hair is just weird right now. It combs....kind of....but it just is weird. I cannot describe it. So I wear my stocking caps to cover it up whenever I can. The only problem is, I cannot wear hats at work. So then I have to take it off and bear my shame.....until work is done. Then I put it back on again. At the same time, I don't JUST wear the hats for my hair....it's something else too. I say hats with an "s" because I have three different stocking caps. (baseball hats are a different deal, but I have three of those too) My Minnesota Gophers stocking cap is most frequently worn. See, going to school in Iowa, a Minnesotan must show their heritage whenever possible. So when I wear my yellow Gophies hat, I am in my "represtenting" phase. This is almost all the time. My other common stocking cap, is my Munsons Feed cap. This I wear when I am feeling a little weird. It's baby blue in color, with 4 red spots, each bearing the Munsons logo. On the top there is a big red poofy ball deal. You may have remembered when I did my speech in my tuxedo and this hat. I like to wear it because I get the compliments and stares because it is a little goofy. I try not to over-wear it though, so that I do not wear out its specialness. My third stocking cap is my black and orange Wartburg College cap. This is saved for SUPER special occasions. Actually, I only wear it when I am doing my covert op. "Tom Foolery" missions. To totally understand what I am talking about with this cap, you will have to email me, because I am not going to publicaly publish my actions.
So that is the scoop on my stocking caps. If you really want to know more.....than you are crazy. I've wanted to write a paper on this subject, though, for a really long time.....so I kinda had to get it out of my system. Aiight peeps, I got a 7:35 tomorrow morning and so I should go to bed. Peacie outie....bbeastieboyfan88@yahoo.com

I didn't practice my trombone tonight.....I should have....

random question.....is "bastard" considered a swear word?

You know what stinks? When you get almost all the way through meaningfull, moving, band piece and a trumpet....YES A TRUMPET doesn't watch the director and comes in too early on the very last note of the song, thus ruining the ENTIRE SONG.....dang trumpets..

so i got my first paper back from my freshman level "compostition" class. I put composition in quotes because upper level courses that we are all taking----even as freshmen---have harder writing assignments. Even the longest paper in this writing 101 class is only 8 pages long. I mean....that is NOT a long paper! So anyway, I got this paper back and I must say, I was nervous what the prof was going to say. I have the hardest prof and he grades the toughest......and thats exactly what I need. If I'm going to do this English major, I need the hard profs for the basic courses, ya know? So this paper was a dinky two pager that most of the students wrote as a serious piece. Even though it was totally what YOU thought, their tone and voice was pretty......whats the word....somber, solemn, sober.......pick one of those and you had their paper. Well.....I didn't want to do that. I took his assignment and wrote it as a satire. Really a tongue-in-cheek piece. So I was worried that he wouldn't like my style for the particular paper. I got it back and got a 8.9 out of 10. Initially, I was a little upset with the score....It isn't bad, just I thought it was a better paper than that. But once I read his comments and then talked to him about it.....he was right. He liked my style, but I strayed away from it in the conclusion and he wanted me to keep it going. Plus, I was a little vague in some spots.....but he DID like it. I don't know why this stupid paper was so important to me......why did I feel the need to share all of that? It was worth 10 points......very strange......

Maaaan....I was sick last night.....totally un-induced too...so this battle of the bands thing was really sweet. The groups were actually quite good. Good musicians and good instrumentalists. Two things I'll touch on. First of all, the group that was made up of entirely people from Clinton 1 North guys was really good. They downplayed their performance, but, all things considered, I liked it. The best part of their little segment, though, was not the playing. It was Ian, the bloody nose helper and crane climber. He ran from backstage during a guitar solo in their last song, literally tore his shirt off (I mean he grabbed it with both hands and ripped it down the middle) so that he was bare chested. On his chest, there was a giant "5". Then, wearing tear-away pants, he ripped off his pants and danced on the stage wearing only shoes and a speedo. Down his right leg was written "dollar" and down the left was "ransom".....the group's name was 5 dollar ransom......it was sooo awesome.....I laughed my head off......so that was great. The other band that was good was one called irridescent. The were soooo loud! The singer was crap, quite frankly, but the two guitarists were awesome. It was loud, crunchy as heck, and amazing. Impressive guitar solos, the drummer was going nuts, and the crowd, for the most part, was going insane. The didn't play their own stuff, but played some metallica and other well known stuff. I liked it......
ok.....i think I am keeping my roommate up. Yes, I am totally moved now into the new room. It's aiight I guess....but it's hard to get used to having a roommate again...more details to come, but until then.....keep listening to the beastie boys!

its been a while...and I'm pretty tired, but I thought I would say something. I did some stuff tonight....and went to the battle of the bands tonight, but I'll write about that tomorrow. G-master: Sorry I jumped off the deep end there on ya....but I was possessed by the "L" bug. But she never came this weekend and it bummed me out. And i was kinda depressed.....but I drowned those sorrows (so to speak) and am all good now. To the rest of ya.....I've been moving and the posts have dwindled, but I still care. Just.....right now.....It isn't good for me to write stuff. I know you all understand....I shouldn't even write this......so good night y'all....