Story Time... From my life in the pit

Okay, so these stories are from when I was in the pit in the musical, and it's written collectively by Tyler, Kristianna, and I. You probably won't be able to tell where each person wrote, and I won't separate it, so don't worry about.


First Story)
The princess banged on the door, wishing it would open. She was in desperate need of food, and it was raining. The door remained closed, she looked over her shoulder and saw they were getting close. Running short on hope with the door, she looked around for another means of escape. She opened her utility belt and grabbed her shark repellent can. A hand grasped her mouth, and then everything went black.... (yes, on the paper there were four dots)
She woke in a cold, dark room with cold chains keeping her stationary. The door remained closed. Actually, the door was open, but that didn't matter since she was chained. to keep her mind awake and active, she started singing her favorite song, Nellie the Elephant. She looked down then back up, the chains were now diamonds. Since the door was still open, she took a few diamonds, because she wasn't greedy, and ran out the OPEN door. But, to her dismay, she crashed into an invisible door, and fell on her back, full of dismay. She was pretty dismayed. But then she realized she wasn't dismayed at all, but actually very happy, "Trolled by my own body again... Dangit," emphasizing the dang it with with a fist pound on the ground, which caused the floor to fall, "my," her brain thought, "this is a run on sentence." The princess, May, decided then to escape her prison. But it really wasn't a prison, because hadn't seen any guards. But, shed decided, it was really a prison because, in all technicalities, she was a prisoner.
Using her stealthy Asian powers, she daringly picked the invisible door with a hairpin. Using her Jamacian powers (her family was royalty, so she had many powers) she quickly ran away, going as fast as shed could to jungle, with a trumpity trump, but sadly she forgot to pakcer her trunk.
There she saw a door the seemingly lead to nowere. The door remaind closed, but, the door, oddly enough, lacked a middle, so it was mor like and arch, so she walked through, ignoring the protests of the door handle. Unfortunately, the door didn't really lead anywhere so she continued onward. However, things started to look strang; the trees were warped, there were blue leaves instead of green, as well as bowls of soup floating around. *Intermission Music here (because I'm lazy)* Our feature presentation brought to you by Head On^(R), "Apply directly to the forehead", now, back to your feature presentation.
Asmerelda (actually it's May), the princess, thought to herself "What a LAZY Asian!" And then wondered why she thought it, but it didn't matter, then she tried to figure out why she thought of so many stereotypes all the time. She stalled a bit longer. And then more... And then she saw a sign that said "Magic Elixir This Way! -->", (that's supposed to be an arrow) so she followed the signs for awhile (long enough to take up part of a sentence, but not long enough to be a full sentence) until she reached a courtyard with a pedestal in the center (the pedestal was surrounded by signs saying things like "Here it is") and on that pedestal was a can of Mountain Dew^(trademarked limited/(R)), and it made her mouth water, but she couldn't tell from there what flavor it was (and of course she though about run on sentences again). May drank some Dew. She concluded that it was the flavor of pure awesomeness in a can, then she read the backs of the signs, all of which had signs of warning, saying she would '_Blank_ forever'
May sighed, of course the painter left a blank, that troll; then something on the corner of the sign caught her eye, she examined it and saw that it was a troll face. That was the last thing she ever saw.
SHE WENT BLIND! But she could still see with her ears because she had the uncanny ability to hear everything, and that created pictures in her mind. She saw a gun next to the now empty can of Dew, with a sign saying 'You'll need this', sh she picked it up and shot her self. But it was blank. She was pretty dismayed, and she said "I am disappoint."
She Died


Second Story)

It was a dark and stormy night... never mind, that's to cliche- It was a bright and sunny day in the meadow, bee's were frolicking and rabbits were buzzing. The wind grazed the top of the luscious trees, all of voluminous, rich pines. The flowers were not beginning to blossom; in fact, they were already in FULL blossom. Suddenly, seemingly just to ruin the mood, a large, scaly foot crashed down, crushing the leaping rabbits. The world revolved in a splendid array of color as a joyous ode burst forth from the foots opening, celebrating and basking in the pure glory of The Meadow. The foot smelt band. The plants around the foot wilted and died *Camera zoom out* The owner of the foot was a one-scaly-legged hunkle-stoppe, the poisonous kind. She hopped around proudly displaying the singing limb in her hands, pleased at the purchase she'd garnered. She turned her head, hair flying behind her, with birds nested in the high purchases, and ran back to what she called her home. "Dinner" She stood outside the door, trying to get access to her home, shouting "Dinner!" to tempt those inside to open the door.But to no avail, the door remained closed. However, someone jumped out the window. She sighed glumly. She ran and tackled the robber, punching him until he dropped like a stone. Then, with the clothing from the back of the robber, she mad a fire in which she intended to cook the singing limb, seeing as she couldn't use her kitchen because of secret enchantments put on the house by the robber, whom she killed. So, she sat, as the poisonous limb steamed and bubbled, staring intently into the dancing flames, memories of her past dancing in her eyes, blocking the light of the flame.

"...In a dark night, in the middle of the day, two dead boys stood up to play... With a ball in one hand, a dagger in the other, their play turned deadly towards each other. Their mother thought it was all in play- young Hunkle-Stoppe's often fought with knives. She looked back down and continued her knitting. Her head shot up when a duet of screams broke the morning stillness. Her two boys were laying on the ground, their knives stuck in the others chest. "At least they both laid in rest."
Her food was finished cooking as her last thoughts of a different life played in her mind. She had once vowed that when she came to this planet, she would leave that life of government conspiracies and secrets behind her. She hated the mask of a simpleton she was forced to wear. It weighed her down. Her neighbors had commented about stooped shoulders, seemingly becoming more obvious every day. One day, she snapped.
...

She awoke with a painful, hazy cloud in her mind "What happened?..." Images flooded through her mind, bodies laying on the ground. She snapped out of her haze and examined herself- she was covered in blood. She didn't know who she was, where she came from, what she was doing, what had happened, or what she was going to do. A cat came and started meowing, begging for attention. She shewed it away, it was something about a note... Someone not giving her a note maybe? Yes... she was supposed to deliver a note; in fact, that _was_ her purpose in life. Reaching down into her pocket, she felt it. She pulled out a blank index card. Anger filled the remnants of her soul. Reaching into her pocket, she was dismayed. A door appeared. It was not open.
She Died



Third Story) (There is a rhyme scheme in this... see if you can spot it)

There once was a very large tree named Rock. He enjoyed the view at the dock. For he was an Ash tree growing near the beach. And his loving father always did teach to grow equally up and out, so he would be a strong tree. Years he spent growing tall and stout, a strong Ash others would see. That's where he got his name from, because threes get their names once they are a little older, so their name matches their personality. Rock was happy in his kingdom, but one day a man with an ax on his shoulder, tried to chop Rock down -- Fatality. Fatality for the man of course, his bark was rock hard, and the man's ax broke; the attempt angered Rock, so he strangled the man with one of his roots, squeezing so hard his head pooped off. Rock was please with this new power source, he could break through any guard, and their throats he'd choke; so he left the dock, and saw a peddler, peddling flutes - he was stuck in a trough. Rock offered his assistance, but the man declined. Surprised at his resistance, Rock walked around for others to find. Looking, he sought for those in a bind.

* * * * * *
Late that night, Rock smiled. That day he had done many good deeds, like saving a young child. He'd always enjoyed a good meal. He had always been in the mindset that food had the power to heal. He settled in the shady meadow, blood dripping from his roots. He had torn robbers feet from inside their boots.... He awoke with a start. A torch was pointed at the location of his wooden heart. He saw three spears, one pointed at his appendix, one at his esophagus, and one at his liver. On each mans back was a loaded quiver. "You've murdered our children, our men, and taken our liberties!"
"I did not!" Rocker said, "Now, no more fiberies!"
"What happened to our child, you ruffian?"
"Last I saw he was eating a poppy-seed muffin."
"You've taken him you monster!"
One of the men shouted, "I bet he made him into a custard!"
Rock could not answer because he was so flustered. He could not believe his incredibly horrible luck! The men circled around Rock, chanting "Rjech chake noop, Rjech chake noop."
"You've been duped!" Rock said, panicked,"Duped I say! Duped!"
Then, Rock activated his powers of the pooped! He called them, his 'trees power of soup.' Most of the time he wasn't sure what all he could accomplish, but now he just prayed it would help him kill these foes.
The men continued chanting, "Rock waake upp! Rock wake up! Rock wake up!"
Rock groaned, the jumped up with a "Hup!" "I just had the strangest dream..."

THE END



There's the stories... haha

Honesty with ranting involved

Okay, so, now it's time for me to be almost 100% honest. I've had pent up feelings bubbling inside of me for awhile now, and this is my outlet.

Before I start, I want to say first of all, I am not looking for sympathy. If you give some great, but, actually, in all honesty, I probably wouldn't want it. Empathy, sure, why not? But that's questionable too. If you want to say something, the top two things I can think of for you to say would be giving advice and something completely random (preferably something that could bring a smile to someone's face)


Okay, so, first of all [yes, I know, I've already said that, but this is the 'first of all' of what I'm talking about, not a precursor like I just did], I have to say I have incredible friends. There is a chance (I'm not sure how high, or low) that I may not even be alive today if it weren't for them, I don't know. Because of them, I want to make myself a better person, and I feel, almost out of place among amazing people like them. One thing that I can see great evidence of, dealing with how a friend has change my life, is band. If it weren't for Geoff, I wouldn't be in band. I'm not going to explain the story, because I've probably already explained it to you, but if you want to know, let me know, and I can fill you in on the details. But, because of band, I have a much larger amount of friends than I could have possibly hoped for (because I find it extremely difficult to make friends), and I am extremely grateful for these friends. I have also grown much closer to people I was friends with, but not super close, but now they are great friends for me.

Okay, now it's time for more depressing stuff. You are now welcomed and invited to skip this whole paragraph, because it is a meaningless rant, and it will sound very depressing, because I need to get all of this out of my system. So, I'll start off smaller, and lead up to bigger stuff, so if your reading the beginning, you don't have to read the worst of it all. So, if you didn't already know, I am the saxophone section leader in the marching band. I don't deserve that one bit. The true, only reason why I was chosen as section leader is because I'm the only vet in the section. I am definitely not the best at music (in all honesty, I'm on the lower end of the spectrum). I'm alright at marching, but the truly only reason why I'm section leader is because I'm the veteran. It's a lot of hard work that I'm not cut out for. I am an ant among musical and marching giants. One thing that bother's me a lot is how great some people say I am. (I may be confused, and people are just being sarcastic or something, but believe me, once you read through this, you wont think I'm making it up.[Great isn't necessarily the exact phrasing, just more of a general thing]) Because in all honesty, I really am not that great of a person, and I am kind of a horrible human being. And it almost hurts me when people compliment me (depends on the time, and strange, I know) because I don't believe it, and in fact, many times I believe the opposite. So, if you are still reading this, you must've noticed I am a quite depressing fellow. So, now it comes time for the heavy weighty stuff that's going to be hard for me to say, and I may end up regretting. There are many a time when I honestly hate myself. Most of the time when I think about it, I realize that there aren't many things I'm good at, or things that I like about myself. One thing I've noticed is I can adapt quickly to things, but then I plateau, or level out. I don't ever improve after that short burst, so I remain mediocre at that for the rest of my life.
I also dislike at how bad I am at talking with people, and making friends. My problem seems to be that I don't have anything to say, because a lot of times I only say things that need to be said, and a lot of times not even then. And then a lot of times I act/say things that are really stupid, and I end up regretting right after. I need to learn to think before I act. Making friends and talking to people then is increased by a multiple of 10 when it involves girls. I used to be alright around people, in elementary, but that was with a whole year of being with them all day, and it still took me a while to warm up to them, but something happened between 6th grade and 7th grade, and it's just been even harder for me. I still have trouble interacting and talking with girls, and this has lead me to fear of a lonely and long existence for my future.

I feel better now that I've finally said all of that. School is stressing me out, and I think it's because I've got to much on my plate right now, and I think my prides not letting me say that I really do. I'm not doing excellently in my classes right now, but a lot of that should change by the end of the quarter (hopefully). I've realized that I am depressed a lot, so, I don't know if people notice or not, because it seems very common to me. I have often wondered if I have clinical depression, because it has be noticed in my family, but I can't tell right now. Because anything with depression is automatically contributed to puberty and hormone imbalances caused by that. With depression, I have found that I usually am the most depressed when I am alone, and left to wander in my own thoughts, which happens quite a lot, considering the kind of person I am (described in the paragraph above).

I think that's enough tangents for now, and I don't really know where else to go with this, maybe one reason is because I'm about to fall asleep (so sorry if there's any major errors in this). I am very grateful for fall break this Thursday and Friday, I definitely need it. Marching Band season is almost over. three more competitions, and this year is done. One more regular competition tomorrow, at Davis Highschool. I'm hoping that our scores can improve a lot, but, I don't know how that will work out. Then next week (28th-30th) is Redrocks. Which means we're going down to St. George, having a competition, and then the next day going to Las Vegas for a competition, and then the next day we come home. Honestly, I am scared for our band, because of how many people really are struggling right now, and honesty don't care. That's one of my biggest beef's with people in the band right now, is that they don't care.

Well, there goes "that's enough". So, now I really mean, that's enough. So, I just want to close with saying I love my friends. I honestly would probably be living a different life style if it weren't for my friends. Like I said, I honestly love you guys, and I hope some day you can know that, whether it's from me personally telling you (if I ever get the guts) or it's from you reading this.

So, that is all. (Besides this quote I will make up and add to the end)

"We never know how fast and fleeting our life is. Never let a moment slip through your fingers, because you'll regret it once you realize you can't have it."

Have you?

Have felt so horrible that you wanted to die? A good for nothing waste of space and time? Are you just waiting for it all to end? Well, if you haven't, you are quite lucky. Because I have, on many a occasion.

Life and such

Life has been... interesting lately. I now I haven't posted in a while, so, sorry for all you avid readers that used to enjoy my blog. Haha, sarcasm doesn't transfer well through writing. Oh well, you can tell it's sarcasm now, because I said so. Marching band has been good, summer's done. I was surprised when I ended up being Saxophone section leader in marching band, I was surprised because I wasn't expecting it, but's it's been good. I hate not being able to understand my thoughts and or my emotions, it gets quite annoying. But, that's how it's been as long as I've cared, so, I've kinda got used to it, and then it ends up bothering me again. Sorry if this is really dumb and boring, but, it's your fault for reading this I guess. I just don't really know what to say, or how to say what I want to say, and I'm kinda a boring guy.

Oh yeah, last week I went to Yellowstone after the days of '47 parade, and it was alright, it was just kinda disappointing  because it seemed like we saw more animals outside of the park than we did inside. I got some driving time done though. On Wednesday, I drove for 6 hours, and around 9-9:30 that night, I had one of the scariest experiences of my life, I was being tailgated by a semi truck, with his brights on, on a highway I had never been on before, going about 70, and it was a twisty windy road, and I knew if an animal jumped out in front of me (which was a possibility because we were in a place that was more wild, I guess you could say) and I slammed on my breaks so I wouldn't hit it, the semi would kill me. The semi ended up passing me, and I cannot describe how relieved I felt as he did.

I got my AP test results back, and I was surprised, and relieved, and happy. I ended up getting a 5 on AP Euro. For those of you who don't know, a 5 is the highest on a scale of 1-5. So, understandably, I was happy.

Region Tournament

Today was the region tournament for tennis. I played JV doubles. I was badly burned. My partner was Ryan Monson. We lost, 4-8. I feel good about how I did, but I know I could've and should've done better. But, oh well :P Tennis season is now over, and now it's time to move on to marching band (which I've already missed the first two practices of because of tennis). Also, tomorrow I have my AP test... and I haven't exactly started studding yet... but, oh well. I feel good about it. We'll just see how it goes. I'm really tired right now because of tennis. I got there around 8:30 and got home around 4:30. :P Oh well, it was good.