Finale!

Commin up on the last stretch of school. 6 days left of school. Its crazy. I just want to take a moment to reflect on the school year. things I remember, things i didn't like, just everything.

Things I remembered.
1. I remember the first day coming back into choir mid way through first semester, and I was welcomed just as if it were home.
2. I remember the the first day I sat in front of my friend Hamish how he would torture Maxx and I.
3. I also remember my first concert this year and how we did froggy went a courtin and how we did all those movements.
4. I remember first meeting Paige and Liz and how much we all had in common.
5. I remember all the Magic nights at Maxx's place and at Hamish's place.
6. I remember on on Ham's birthday how we stayed up till 1 playing hide and go seek.
7. I remember first starting this class and how this changed my opinion of the internet.
(its not completely useless)
8. I remember poetry out loud and how greatly that impacted my life. I met great people and had a wonderful time.
9. I remember music fest and how hectic all that was.
10. I remembered, i'm a senior next year.
11. I remember Samson's tears of joy when leaving the highschool for the last time.
12. I remember all the days i spent in Edwards class just for the fun of it.
13. I remember that cat walks.
14. I remember first starting piano class and being completely lost.
15. I remember the pointless amounts of hours that I spent in KHI after school.
16. I remember playing Ninja all throughout the year.
17. I remember doing the vocal percussion for the jazz choir
18. I remember doing my first ever solo at the Jazz night.
19. I remember all the nights i spent awake just waiting for the next day.
20. I remember the Inferno.

Things i didn't like.
1. The pressure with each day i went home
2. The countless quarrels between friends or family
3. The days i stayed home sick.
4. Moving.
5. One of my best friends leaving.
6. The short trip's
7. All the sinking feelings
8. The missed opportunities
9. The hell i put my friends through.
10. This school year ending.



That is it, kinda blan year, but it has had the biggest impact on my life, and ever min of it was worth it.

"Lets make this last forever"
Its a line that keeps popping up in this song I'm listening to. Blink 182 First Date off their album take off you pants and jacket.
Boy aren't they creative?
I have this album on shuffle so the next song is convenient cause it is based off of somebody leaving him and coming back.

I have had an odd craze for blink these past couple days so thought I would share.


This blog is actually about random ideas.

KYI is going to make a float for the 4th of July parade and they want ideas on how to decorate it. Got any ideas NP? Live band on the float.

Insanity

I was reading The Bitchy Waiter and his blog entry called Albert Einstein ♥'s The Bitchy Waiter and he put up a quote i really enjoyed. "you know what insanity is? It's doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." and it made me think, mostly about how that quote didn't make sense, then when i analyzed it i realized, there is a bit of truth in that. Because you don't see people doing the same thing over and over again just to watch themselves fail, saying this in the sense that achievement is the goal. So what dictates other forms of insanity?  "Madness is like the Emergency Exit.You can just step outside and close the Door on all those Bad Things that happened.You can lock Them all away Forever" - Alan Moore. I believe that this is the most common form of insanity. The reason i say this is because all it is expressing is running from you true emotions and there is a mask. I performed a poem earlier this year for a contest that followed this idea, Paul Laurence Dunbar We Ware The Mask.  But that poem was based off of black slavery and how they were hiding their true feelings from there owners, but we wont get into that. The last quote I want to regard by insanity is "You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it." - Robin Williams.  I believe that this is the most realistic one I have seen because everybody has a problem, and tat problem is what makes us unique, if we lost that problem then there is no uniqueness.

May III

10 days. Friday the thirteenth. Kinda exciting? Right? There have been many bad things about Friday the 13th, Like in the UK, they have statistics on how there or less people driving that day but more
hospital admissions from vehicular accidents then normal Fridays. This could also be due to the irrational fear also called paraskavedekatriaphobia (fear of Friday the 13th) But how can it be such bad luck, when i bet there are so many people born that day? Do these people with that phobia fear them to?

April 13th (for some odd reason didnt post)

exactly one month till I become 17. and today is when the rest of the people come in for music fest. uber excited, i can not explain. the last few days have been hell trying to survive and now (for once i might add) am stuck with a normal high school drama problem, but its different its music drama o.O...

anyway, I have been going to jazz choir for the past two days doing the vocal percussion for the song words, Here is the media to that song, I'm the soprano section of the vocal percussion, you cant hear it very well but its there. The welcome dinner is tonight and i get to see all the people.

April 12

Music Fest is just around the corner and I cant help but want to go insane >.<  three days of pure music and fun and Richard Nace is coming in. I is excited. I'm planning on taking all my workshops with him (if he has enough of course) and learning everything he can teach me. (I'm still debating on taking conducting 101 like last year maybe something more then 4/4 time will stick with me) I am going to be able to see some old friends who I haven't seen in ages (since last year) since they decided NOT to see me while i was up visiting for a day for POL >.> Claire...  But who knows whats going to happen. more then 600 students are coming. This is not Sparta. This is Ketchikan we cant fit the Persians and the Spartans together in a small enclosed area. I don't remember all who's coming but i do know that two new schools are joining this year and our piano class is making poster with creepy smiley faces on them... Way to go Khi, lets welcome them looking like children of the corn.. Dear god. anyway. My poetry old loud DVD came in and it was wonderful watching it again (though it was better when I was actually there. )

INSANE MINDS THINK ALIKE
Mention it,
I know your thinking it
The twisted hallway you get lost in everytime
You venture into it
It boggles you like a puzzle that can not be solved
Our minds think alike, you and I
we solve everything the same way,
Our minds wrap around it and suffocate
Like waters of the unfortunate sea
You sit on your perch as I sit in this
Walled off room.
Like the beast they make me out to be.
Scratching the walls marking the days
That you will be just like me
I count the tiles over and over again to see if it changes
Or if my sanity shades it.
This bitter agony I have been put through
Hearing the whimpers on the other side of the wall
The whispers of the dead hidden in the walls.
My heart beat, loud enough, to throb, in my head.
And all i do is count the footsteps I hear on the outside.
continue making scratches on the wall, and watch
as the twisted halls appear in my dorm
Leading me to your sick throne.

That Drowning Feeling April 11

Pull your head out of the water.
This feeling you have seems
To suffocate you to bitter extremes
Like water boarding done for a militants
Sick twisted dream.
Who knows what waits for us at the bottom
Of that stingy lake that seems to have our name
Written on the surface of the water with the leaves
From the dead trees that we grew up with.
Their days were numbered from the day
The lakes surface was breached. such purity, spoiled.
By the insanity of a single person.
Who knows what was left when the waves brushed
The surface with its golden ripples reflected by Ra*
Himself.
What grace, beauty, divine pleasure
It was to look out at the surface, and see the elegence
That was stitched across the waves of this horrible
Nightmare.
What a sick and twisted reality it was to see
How much hell had broken lose.

*Ra Description