Please, Never Stop Playing

Would you believe me if I told you that the last two days has been slightly...chaotic? I think I like that word for it. It has a nice ring to it. Say it with me now class: chaotic. Anyways, I haven't had much time to write things. Or be online in general. Or sit down in general for all it's worth. So now, instead of giving you one glorious day's adventures, I'm going to be giving you two glorious days' adventures. How well will I remember it all? Not a clue.

So, the day before last was Monday. That was the beautiful day that I really just did not want to stay inside the house, but at the same time I didn't feel well enough to leave the house. So how did I decide? Well, the torrential downpour that came along helped a bit, but I think that I decided on my own to stay inside. It's funny how if you stay cooped up in a house all day (my own fault, not anybody else's) that not only do you get really bored, but you also get really depressed. You have to venture outside to get that sunlight and the vitamins or whatever that the sun can offer you. Sunlight just makes the days better.

So what did I do Monday? Not that much, if you don't count me apparently messing things up with lots of people. Then again, I did apparently help some people. I guess you win some and you lose some. I'd prefer to lose less, because we're talking about people in this case, but there are some things that I just can't help. So I was partially down on Monday night (the short period on Monday when I was actually awake) because things were happening with people that shouldn't have been happening. Oh well, there's not much I can do about it now.

A big shout out, by the way, to those three of you who sat there and talked to me pretty much all night. You know who you are.

So, that led into Tuesday. I went to bed at about 2-3am on Tuesday (what's wrong with me, I know) and woke up about 7am on Tuesday morning. Seriously. That was all the sleep that I had on Tuesday. I wanted to take a nap, and tried several times, but apparently God doesn't want me taking naps anymore. So I stayed up for a while and talked to two lovely ladies, both of whom I adore as being my friends, and a new lady. You both know who you are. I did that until Grandma (that's her name by golly, written on her birth certificate and everything) left for her Mother's Day dinner with Dad (late much?). Then I proceeded to clean out the cat boxes, as asked, and then continued to do some other chores around the house. A man doing chores?! I know! Anyways, that was loads of fun, let me tell you.

After chores I once again tried to take a nap. No nap time for the big boys, so I mainly just laid there and wait for it to be time for Nathan to kidnap me. Apparently, according to some people, he should have kidnapped me with duct tape and a blindfold, but I'm happy that he just came to the door and drove me away naturally.

We went to the Wylie High School Pure Gold Band Concert. They played several songs that I had played before, but it's been so long since I played them that it was good to hear them again. How Mr. Lunney/Mr. McMillan was having them play literally half a concert worth of music that I had played myself at one point or another is beyond me, because that's just sheer luck. Or maybe I've played too much music in my time.

A song did come up at the concert, and a comment was made that struck me as very wrong. At the concert a piece was played that had been commissioned after the Columbine High School shootings had happened. The comment had been made that the students sitting before me understood what this tragedy was. So, it is my personal opinion, that I wholeheartedly disagree with this. I was about eleven or twelve when this incident had happened. I remember sitting at the lake house with Vern, Mom, and Brittney and this coming on the news. My sister, who is a year older than those graduating, was about seven or eight. When you're seven or eight you don't pay attention to things in the world. You don't realize what changed dramatically with the coming of that shooting. I didn't even realize how much changed during that time, and I was several years older. How can those who probably don't even remember this happening come to understand the full effect of what Columbine was? I agree that they can feel the sorrow at one of the most impacting student shootings in American history. I can understand how they can feel that pain at seeing Americans, Christians, and human beings suffer. Will they ever realize the impact that event caused? Will I ever realize the impact that event caused? The answer: absolutely not.

So, after the concert, I got to see some familiar faces in the crowds. Rachel, Whitney, Alexis (both of them), among others who haven't graduated, and then several who have already graduated...whose names I always forget. I'm really bad with names, have I ever told you guys that. It was good to see these people, and I'm happy that they had such a good four year program as Wylie High School, despite my own distaste with the program. How could I tell that they had enjoyed their four years? By the tears that cascaded down their faces, the smiles on their lips, and the frantic, memorable conversations that they were having with old friends. Some people wonder why I stayed in some of the band programs that I did (Coffee County, Wylie, NCTC, Harding), and I must say that it's because of the people. It's the people of the band that make up what the band is, how good the band is, how influential it will be upon the individuals lives. In a band program the directors are nothing to me. A band can survive without a director. A director can't survive without a band.

After that me and Nathan went to Taco Bell and I finally had the cheesy bean and rice burrito that I had been wanting for about a year. While Searcy's Taco Bell did indeed have the cheesy bean and rice burrito available, the campus Taco Bell did not, so unless I get it at home then I don't get it. Oh the cheesy goodness. Even after that Nathan and I went back to my place and played some Brawl. I beat him a few times, he beat me when I didn't seem to care that much (there were people texting and I wanted to answer them by golly).

So, all in all, it was a very interesting two days. One was down. One was up. What goes up must come down though, so I'm not sure what today will bring. We'll see I guess.