So. Um. Been a while since I really did anything on here. In that time, I've gotten married and am now 6 weeks pregnant. I'm having some trouble though, I've already been told I might be having a miscarriage, though it doesn't look as likely now. In any case, I was put on bed rest one day, taken off the next day only to be told I can't do anything really. No lifting boxes, no grocery shoping, blah. So I play games all day and visit friends to mooch Internet. ^^; It's rather boring actually, 'cause I wanna go play DDR and swim. But nope. Not allowed. u.u
I don't know what it is, but no matter what happens, I still feel alone. As odd as it sounds, I had more people I could talk to at this point last year than I do now. I'm not gonna whine about it any more, but there's nothing I can really do about it without sending myself into a nervous coughing fit. -_-; I know, I'm probably not making any sort of sense right now, but I'm not really supposed to. I doubt I ever will, other than to maybe one or two other people. It's just...well...
Weekends aren't so bad after all... ^^ I've been re-reading an old favorite HP fanfiction of mine and have fallen in love with it all over again, and another fic has been updated! Plus B-ridge is going to Area in marching band, and I got to leave campus today! ^___________^ So, yes...I'm happy. Will write more later (perhaps tomorrow). Just thought I'd put this up so no one on dA, MySpace, Elftown, or LJ would worry about me. ^^'
You know You're in th eMarching Band when.....
*you list your band director as an emergency contact.*
*all your idols are dead. And have been for several centuries.*
*you make band jokes in a class where there are no other band people.*...the
*you list your band director as a reference on job applications.
*you know that you "Don't go there."*
*you've ever counted the tiles on the ceiling of your Biology teacher's class room to get him to go to the band room.*
*you do fire drills, you complain that your teacher should let you go to the band room, since that IS where you'd be in a real fire.* (gotta protect that clarinet)
*you hear music and begin to mark time.*
*people want to contact you, so they call the band room.*
Don't you hate it when things happen all of a sudden? I mean, sometimes it's okay, but...well, okay. Let me explain. Two years ago today, my little brother hit his head. Two years ago Friday, he died. For some reason it didn't click in my head until Theory that this was true. So, yeah...Today's been pretty bad. First I reliazed that, then I didn't do that well at singing auditions for band, then I lost my mouthpiece, so I can't pratice because I have no mouth piece. Then I couldn't remember where I was supposed to go in the drill, so I felt like an idiot then. Of cou