Political Parties

Woot woot! Party with the politians!! Let's raise the roof! Hoorah!
Haha... no.

Many people come up to ask me, "Becksta, are you a democrat?"

"No." I reply.

"Then you are a republican?"

"No," I answer. "I am not republican."

"Then what are you??" They ask me, thoroughly confused.

Loudly and proudly, I proclaim, "I'm a naive-don't-know-a-thing-could-care-less-ocrat."

Yeah, that's right! Power to the NDKATCCLocrats!
I admit, it's a very bad party to be in. As a citizen of the united states, and a servant of my nation, it is my right and duty to have the most knowledge that I can obtain about the elections and the candidates, and to vote whenever I obtain the right to.
After all, that's what the Armed Forces are fighting for.

I guess I'm just a failure.

Well, I can't vote yet anyway. :)

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So my lips are all blown out after playing for, like, 6 hours tonight. It was the district Wind Band concert/rehearsal (again- very silly idea; I'm sure they have a reason, however...). We played some pretty awesome songs. I have to say, though, that our guest director was a tad on the nutty side.

But hey, I suppose you have to be in order to remain somewhat sane while teaching a bunch of young band students who are high on pixie sticks.

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Never fear, my fellow Americans.
Although an economic slum is upon us, we will prevail...
Eventually.
I mean, we have to at some point, right? Life does go on, correct? We can't stay in this state of a cruddy economy forever and ever... RIGHT?
To be quite honest, I'm not sure that any one person (Obama or McCain alike) would be able to change and stabilize our economy. It will take some sort of group effort, a lot of money, and some good long lot of time.

I just hope it ends soon.

I hate roller coasters

I've always had this internal fear of roller coasters. Be they metal, wooden, monstrous or just the little kiddie ones, I've always hated them. Never have I gotten over the story about the kid who got his head chopped off by a roller coaster at six flags. 'Someday,' I think to myself, 'that will be me.' Of course, I won't hop two fences and a couple of "DO NOT ENTER"signs to retrieve a hat like the kid at six flags did, but that doesn't stop me from being scared to death of dying on one of the things.
So it's no wonder I find myself hating my emotional roller coasters as well.
Up... down! Left... right... upside down!!! Happy... sad... confused, happy.... then sad again! What is up with that? Can't a girl just be consistent?? Even consistently mad would be fine!
I've also noticed that the swings come in cycles. Some days I'll be as happy as a clam, and others I will be crabby for no apparent reason. And then there are 'those days'.
'Those days', the dreaded days. Those are the days where I'm as unpredictable as my baby cousin on April Fool's day. Those are the days where you see me cheerful one moment, then turn your head, look back again and find me sobbing against the wall.
Today was one of 'those days'.
Oh well, whataya gonna do?
In any case, i still hate roller coasters. Now I just hate them more.

Windy wind wind

That's what I always chant when I get up from bed in the morning as the rooster crows.
"Windy wind wind..."
Wind meaning Wind Ensemble, or Winds Band, plain old Band, or whatever you'd like to call a band consisting of wind players.
In any case, my Euphonium and are ironing our spiffy shirts and practicing hours to prepare for this weekend, which just so happens to be the district Wind band concert and rehearsal.
I know what you're thinking- why on earth would someone put the rehearsal on the SAME DAY as the concert?
I have no idea. Take it up with Santa Clause or the tooth fairy or something, because I haven't a clue.
Well, whatever. Anyhoo.
I started playing Euphonium in, like, fifth grade. Back then I was young and naive and thought that it was called the Baritone. Little did I know that the Baritone has three sections of tubing, each with a consistent width to the bell. The Euphonium, on the other hand, starts at one width near the mouthpiece, and throughout the entire length of tubing, continues to widen to the bell.
Slight differences, but no biggie.
It's just way more fun to impress people with my band instrument know-how.
And even more fun to make them try to pronounce "Euphonium".
Tee hee hee...

Don't talk during service!!

Okay boys and girls. Now that you've seen my outer shell of pippy happy fun fun, now it's time for me to get serious.
Pleeeaasee- DON'T TALK DURING CHURCH SERVICE!!
This is serious business people. NO joke.
So I was sitting in my youth group service at my church, and the pastor is giving this awesome message. It was about how Jesus intended his deciples to go out into the far corners of the world and bring people to God, and to baptize people, and how we as students of the church are able by the power of the Holy Spirit to do this by bringing people to church.
At least, I thought that's what he was saying. To tell you the truth, I couldn't really get the whole just of the service. Why?
... because the people behind me were talking.
Through the worship music-
talktalktalktalktalk...
Through the message-
talktalktalktalktalk...
Even through the video clips-
talktalktalktalktalk...
Personally, I was steamed. I was 'this close' to running up to the stage, grabbing the microphone and shouting,
"LOOK PEOPLE! This man here is trying to teach you a lesson that will change your life forever into eternity, and perhaps even change the lives of other people around you! Don't you think maybe you should listen to him??? They don't teach this in school, boys and girls. You don't text this sort of stuff to your friends, either. This is real. This is life, this is death, this is Heaven, and this is Earth. I know you can all handle it, so if you would kindly be quiet, let's get this show on the road!!!"
So when your pastor is preaching, or when your teacher is teaching, please please please, do not talk. I can't speak for the other people in the audience, but for me, the service would have been a lot more meaningful and touching if I hadn't been distracted by the endless whispers.
This goes for everyone- boys, girls, adults, and kids alike. When you talk, it not only takes away from your experience with God, but it takes away from other's, too.
Thank you, and God bless.

Tomato- fruit or veggie??

It's a very complicated subject.
Is the tomato a fruit or a vegetable?
At first, I did adamantly believe that the tomato was, in fact, a vegetable. After all, you do grow them in vegetable gardens! You even cut them up and put them in your salad, which is entirely vegetables! So I thought that there was no way the tomato could even be considered a fruit.
Until now.
Times are changing, and so are my views on tomatoes. I know am certain that the tomato is most deffinately a fruit, and not only because the 'experts say so'.
But why, you may ask, is the tomato a vegetable?
Why ideed!
First of all, Tomatos are fruits because they grow above the ground, unlike carrots and potatoes.
But Becksta, corn grows above the ground, and corn is a vegetable!
True that, true that. But not only does the tomato grow above the ground, it also grows on vines, like grapes.
That means nothing, Becksta! Pumpkins also grow above ground and on vines, and they are deffinately vegetables!
You are very observant. But to prove my point once and for all, the real reason that a tomato is not a vegetable, but a fruit, is because IT IS NOT HOLLOW.
Huh?
That's right! When, say, you bite into an apple, is it hollow? NO! How about a banana? NO! But what happens when you open up a peapod, or a pumpkin, or a green pepper?
HOLLOW!!!
And are tomatoes hollow when you bite into them?
NO!
Therefore, tomatoes are not vegetables because they grow above the ground, they grow on vines, and they are not hollow.
And because the experts say so.

Secrets and the elections

So I was thinking today, how very difficult it is to keep a secret. Especially when you are a girl. And ESPECIALLY if it portrays to boys...
"secrets, secrets, are no fun..."
How do people do it? And why do people trust me with their secrets? I'm bound to tell someone sooner or later.
And why the heck do I trust other people with my secrets???

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Elections are a pain in the you-know-what.
But do you-know-why?
Because that's all that everyone ever talks about! "Obama, McCain, Obama, McCain," that's all that ever comes out of their mouths! It's on TV, it's on the radio, it's on the internet, it's in the newspapers, it's on the streets; it's closing in on me!
NO! I will not give in! I must sustain a reasonable level of innocence!
There is no way that I'm going to let this election get to me.
Oh, gosh, I wish it'd just END already!

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On the note of elections, I had the most perplexing thought today.
You see, the election process works like this: We the People vote. The Electoral College, all 538 of them (435 Representatives, 100 senators, and 3 District of Collumbia votes...) vote "based on the votes of the people represented". Whatever the Electoral College votes is PERIOD. THE END. Hoo-rah, new President. Sometimes, the Electoral College OVERRIDES the Popular vote.
So why DO we vote?
Well, it's because we Can.
It sounds like a stupid answer, but it's the truth. Most countries in the world don't even give their citizens the opportunity to VOTE, much less to SPEAK about the current ruler of the country.
So gosh-darn it, I'm gonna utilize my rights and vote! Huzzah!

Jazz out the wazzooo

(What the heck is a wazzooo?)
Playing jazz was always a very interesting topic for me. Whenever I thought of jazz music, or whenever I heard it, I always wanted to jump out of my normal comfort zone and dance around like a maniac. Sometimes I did dance like a maniac.
In any case, the instrument that I had chosen for my band class at the time was the Euphonium. (Say that five times fast...) Let me tell you- Euphoniums deffinately DO NOT BELONG in a jazz ensemble. So what is a music freak to do? Play piano!!
I've been playing classical piano for waaay to long, so I then decided that wouldn't it be a swell idea to try and play jazz piano for the jazz ensemble at my school?
Well, that gets old after a couple of years.
Now what?
I know! Trombone!!
So over the summer, I picked up and learned how to play the trombone. After a collective total of 4 months of Trombone playing, I audition for my jazz ensemble at my school and, viola! I make it!
But being the nutcase that I am, that wasn't going to cut it. Oh no, I needed more music. How about, say, auditioning for the District jazz ensemble?
Yeah, that would do just fine.
So I audition, I make the band, I rehearse and play until my lips can't take it anymore...
And here I am. Begging for more.
I am INSANE. I need a hobby... other than music.