The Terror of Driving

So last friday I hung out with my very dear friend, Ms. Audrey. We headed down to the neighborhood gas station after being rejected by this negative and unfriendly child. So we bought a shit ton of calories and my diet was instantly ruined. They we hung out at the park by our elementary school for a while.

Completely normal day.

Until
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About an hour later
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Her dad came to pick us up.

I know what you're thinking.
"How nice of him, now you don't have to walk all the way home!"

no
that is not what happened.

Her dad pulled up in his stick shift VW and announced "Audrey! You're gonna drive!"
Of course Audrey replied with "What chu talking about!" and I stood there like "What the hell! She doesn't even have her permit!"

"Too bad! Get in the car!" And Audrey preceded to get into the front seat and I hesitantly got into the back, making sure my seatbelt was properly fastened despite knowing it would do no good in the inevitable accident.

The keys were turned and the engine of the car roared in protest, knowing that it was facing death in the face in the form of a 15 year old girl. The Wagon was put into reverse and the jerky ride began.
Audrey managed to back out of the parking spot and then continue to turn the car around. Too bad there was a gigantuous white pickup truck right behind us. The car continued to back up and the truck got closer and closer.
"stap Stap STAAAAAHP" Her dad and I yelled in unison. Luckily her dad had hold of the emergency break right before we practically died.

Even if we survived, I think the owner of this thing would have killed us.

After that Audrey drove us into the parking lot of the gas station nearby. "Ok, I'm done!" She declared.
Now it was her dad's turn "What CHU talking about? You're driving us home!"
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"WHAT!!!!!!! Dad! Noooo! I can't do that! There are important people in this car, I can't wreck!!!" (I think I was the important person being mentioned.)
But her father would not be swayed. Audrey was forced to drive us all the way up to her house. Very...very...slowly.

Thank god.

But sadly other drivers did not seem to appreciate the precautions being taken to make sure I didn't DIE! Looking in the rearview mirror Audrey proclaimed in horror "Look, I'm causing traffic!"
Her  dad just shrugged it off telling her not to worry, even though it pretty much looked like I-80 up there.

Look what you caused. 

When we finally got back to her house Audrey's father told her to park on the side of the road with one tire in the empty lot.

I think Audrey took this the wrong way.

"I CAN'T DRIVE OFF ROAD!!!!!!"
I think she was imagining something like this.

Yes... after that stressful experience her dad was going to take it one step farther and tell her to survive the wilderness. No........ that wasn't gonna happen.

So.... I survived the trip. And now I am forever scarred by the experience.

Math.... no

As I am typing this I am sitting in math class, supposedly doing a review for our final.

Well I will tell you guys, I am not doing the final review. No. Nope. Nopity nope no. Hell to the no. Not happening.

Today is not a day for math. It is not going to happen. Just no.

I mean really? I have to get up at 6 in the morning every single day and make it all the way to school. And they expect me to do math? With every other class having finals on the same day I end up having to stay up until three in the fucking morning just to make sure that my grades don't drop. And then they expect me to sit here and do a big ass math packet full of algebra and matrices at seven in the morning.

No thank you.

It's not that I'm bad at math, I mean I'm not good at it either. But in the middle of the day I think I would be much more willing to do math then I am first thing in the morning. I'm not awake yet! My mind still thinks I am happily in bed sleeping away. But in reality I am here. Sitting in a class with a million people I greatly dislike. Forced to do problem that solve no real predicament and just serve the purpose of making my brain hurt.

This post had no real purpose, good bye.

Quick Update

Just thought I would tell everybody. After my last post I know you are all dying to know the results.

Wait..... you're not?

You mean you don't care.......

WELL SCREW YOU!

I MADE WIND ENSEMBLE!!! I AM SUPERIOR!

The Suspense is Killing Me

Literally. I have never been more anxious about anything in my life.

Last Friday I auditioned for wind ensemble. The highest level band in my school. The band that goes to New York next year to compete in a national competition. The band with all the talented kids in it.

I must be a part of it.

So on Friday I played the piece I had been practicing none stop for the past two weeks for my band director. I played Bach's second Sonata in Eb. I never want to hear that song again for as long as I live. I have come to the conclusion that Bach is totally evil. I mean, his middle name is Sebastian! How can he not be a demon!!!

Yep..... That's a demon.

Anyway..... back to band. So I played my piece and I actually did pretty well. I was proud of myself. Even though I was super nervous I think I played it better than I ever practiced it. I got every single rhythm and run. The only thing I did wrong was miss a few accidentals. That's pretty damn good for me. Plus I have spent the entire year working myself to death by doing EVERYTHING I POSSIBLY COULD!!!! Seriously, you name it I did it. Marching Band, Pit Orchestra, Football Pep Band, Basketball Pep Band. I have 505 letter points!!! The requirement for a letter is only 450! I have dedicated my entire life to music!!! 

So when Mr. Band Director asked why he should put me in Wind Ensemble I pretty much vomited reasons why he owns my soul.

Yes. I have every confidence that I will make it. At least I did.

Then sight reading happened. 

Basically Mr. Band Director found the most impossible, evil, malicious, soul devouring, dream smashing piece of music he could find. 

So it went like this:

"Amanda, please play up to measure 42 for me." 

"Yes Lord Taylor!" *Salute and looks a piece*

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Soul is instantly crushed.

Dying Goose Noises Commence. 

Amanda Sad.

So yeah...... I spend all weekend freaking out about this. And next period I will be able to look at the list to see if I made it. If I didn't make it my life is over....... tell my family I love them. Audrey can have my guitar and I leave my manga collection to Lyndsey. Burry me with my clarinet. The instrument that ruined my life. 

Goodbye -.-

Anime Is For Children?

A few weeks ago a placed a poll on my blog. If you look to the right you can see said post.

Here's a picture of how the poll currently stands.

As you can see, most of my viewers like anime.

But there is this one person.

That 9%

This is not ok.

I would first like to say that the only reason I put that option on this poll is so I could make this post. 

No anime is not for kids. 

Why you ask?

Don't tell me anime is for children.