The String Festival and Bellatrix the Devoted Extremist

This is the last time I try to inspire little children.

It was my seventh and last String Festival concert, ever, and so I was all sentimental and playing for the sixth graders, you know, who watch up with their big eyes and smile and get all inspired to continue on with Orchestra until they're our level, you know . . . so that was nice. I quite enjoyed it. I felt all special and fluffy.

Yet because of that stupid rule about taking off our uniforms before going out to eat the food, I didn't get to get a cookie. All the parents and siblings and things eat them all first-- and also the younger students, because they get out there, because they don't have to change.

I saw one sixth grade girl with no less than FIVE cookies-- perhaps even more, hidden until that napkin, that I couldn't see. I would have asked her for one if I had known the table was going to be empty when I got there.

So then I totally got pissed off and started acting like a bitter old woman. I swear, I am going to have so much fun when I'm old; I already act like the stereotypical old lady already: I reminisce and complain, and am bitter about everything. "Dern young 'uns, stealin' all the damn cookies! I'll say damn! If they're going to take my damn cookies, I'll make them listen to my damn foul mouth!"

Anyway ^_^

I talked with Liz today in one of the practice rooms before the show. I do like tete-a-tete talks.

There should be an accent circumflex over the first es in tete.

There's some guy singing on TV. Apparently the Yankees are getting beat.

Oh, it's God Bless America. Go figure. Dang, that man has a very operettic voice.

A man wrote an editorial about extremism in the newspaper today. Funny thing is, he was for it. He was all like, "If you think homosexuality is perverted and wrong, you're an extremist" and then, "So let's all be extremists and be proud of it!"

Sure. We'll all be proud of it.

( My Retaliation )

I should so send that in, lol . . . too bad the people whom I would most like to target probably haven't read Harry Potter. I mean, it's that crazy witch stuff . . .

Actually, it's already so easy to retaliate. All you have to do is point out that those people those troops he claims he supports are extremists, too. It's a war of relgious extremists of two different religions. Those of us that aren't extreme . . . well, we're just condemned to the Muslim AND Christian Hell, aren't we? Whichever one, you know, wins this war. Lol . . . I sound so cynical.

Though I refuse to get involved with political editorials. It would be deja vu Hiroshima chat room all the way . .. *shudder.* I would like to so much, though. My parents would throw a fit, lol . . . especially Dad. Plus I could never make it long enough to get my point across.

The String Festival and Bellatrix the Devoted Extremist

This is the last time I try to inspire little children.

It was my seventh and last String Festival concert, ever, and so I was all sentimental and playing for the sixth graders, you know, who watch up with their big eyes and smile and get all inspired to continue on with Orchestra until they're our level, you know . . . so that was nice. I quite enjoyed it. I felt all special and fluffy.

Yet because of that stupid rule about taking off our uniforms before going out to eat the food, I didn't get to get a cookie. All the parents and siblings and things eat them all first-- and also the younger students, because they get out there, because they don't have to change.

I saw one sixth grade girl with no less than FIVE cookies-- perhaps even more, hidden until that napkin, that I couldn't see. I would have asked her for one if I had known the table was going to be empty when I got there.

So then I totally got pissed off and started acting like a bitter old woman. I swear, I am going to have so much fun when I'm old; I already act like the stereotypical old lady already: I reminisce and complain, and am bitter about everything. "Dern young 'uns, stealin' all the damn cookies! I'll say damn! If they're going to take my damn cookies, I'll make them listen to my damn foul mouth!"

Anyway ^_^

I talked with Liz today in one of the practice rooms before the show. I do like tete-a-tete talks.

There should be an accent circumflex over the first es in tete.

There's some guy singing on TV. Apparently the Yankees are getting beat.

Oh, it's God Bless America. Go figure. Dang, that man has a very operettic voice.

A man wrote an editorial about extremism in the newspaper today. Funny thing is, he was for it. He was all like, "If you think homosexuality is perverted and wrong, you're an extremist" and then, "So let's all be extremists and be proud of it!"

Sure. We'll all be proud of it.

( My Retaliation )

I should so send that in, lol . . . too bad the people whom I would most like to target probably haven't read Harry Potter. I mean, it's that crazy witch stuff . . .

Actually, it's already so easy to retaliate. All you have to do is point out that those people those troops he claims he supports are extremists, too. It's a war of relgious extremists of two different religions. Those of us that aren't extreme . . . well, we're just condemned to the Muslim AND Christian Hell, aren't we? Whichever one, you know, wins this war. Lol . . . I sound so cynical.

Though I refuse to get involved with political editorials. It would be deja vu Hiroshima chat room all the way . .. *shudder.* I would like to so much, though. My parents would throw a fit, lol . . . especially Dad. Plus I could never make it long enough to get my point across.