Too Much Peopling

I don't know about the rest of the schools in the country, but my school decided to have the entire week of Thanksgiving off. Normally, we go to school Monday and Tuesday and have the rest of the week off but not this year. No, apparently, we need a whole week to spend time with our stupid families. Luckily for me, I don't have to see anyone until tomorrow. My dad said that this year we're going to stay longer than every other year. I am very disappointed to hear this.. I don't like being stuck in my grandma's house with twenty or so other people. It gets really warm really fast. Not to mention I don't really feel like stuffing my face with food for a whole day. I'm in the business of being healthier and hopefully will lose some weight. I don't want to eat so much food that will make me fat.
The good news is that I don't have to suffer through a Christmas party being held at my house. My dad and his girlfriend were planning on having a party with everyone from the office at our house. I was not excited about that because that would require me to socialize with more people. My dad said I could have helped his girlfriend make the food which probably would have been my best bet, but I still would have had to eat with everyone else. I suggested that I eat upstairs since I table could fit everyone but me. He said they would add a little card table one the end for me. Instead of doing all that it's not going to happen because the party is not going to take place. Yay for me!

That One Guy

I went to a concert the other night with my dad, Sharron, and her daughter. We went to see the Hard Working Americans because of Todd Snider. It was a good concert but the air in there was incredibly un breathable. The size of the venue was small to begin with and combined with the people smoking weed and dry ice my throat was dry all night. I had a hard time talking the next morning.
Anyways, there's always that one guy at a concert who happens to be a huge asshole. That guy also was kind of a creep. After the opening band my dad and I were standing waiting for the concert. Sharron and her daughter were in front of us. This guy started leaning on me. At first I thought he just bumped into me, but when I moved away he kept leaning on me. My dad says, "hey do you mind?" He turns around walks to stand right in front of me. I didn't know what to do so I just took a step back, and he still is just standing there. My dad starts getting pissed off and starts yelling at the guy. The two of them are arguing when Sharron turns around. She realizes what's going and stands between the guy in me. Her daughter moves behind her. Sharron starts fighting with the guy as well after myy dad pushed him. Sharron pushes the guy a couple times too. Finally, the guy leaves us alone. My dad said to me, "Sharron was like Amico barking at Rocky." Rocky is a big lab that got scared of my little toy poodle Amico. Later in the middle of the show the guy gets kicked out after multiple people complaining about him. When we were leaving the parking garage we saw that guy and his buddy just standing there.

Lockdown Groper

The other day I was in health class when over the intercom our secretary told us it was time for a lockdown drill. Our teacher said we should hide behind the two projector screens. We did as we were told. He then proceeded to turn off the lights which left us in complete darkness since the classroom is in the basement of the school with no windows. Now this provided an awkard situation. Twenty students, male and female, pressed against each other in the dark out of sight from the teacher. Unfortunately I was packed next to two guys and a girl. One of the guys groped my sides. Now I know you might think this was an accident, but I can tell a simple brush across the side compared to a feel up of the female waist. This groping can be disguised as an attempt to tickle the female subject as a cover for what is ultimately being accomplished. I was "tickled" on both of my sides and can only assume the source from whence it came. I think it was a guy I have been conversing since the beginning of the year. He and I have two classes together and we sit next to one another in both of them. I have a sneaking suspicion that he likes me and that could make things awkard for future encounters.

Applications

Monday night, I turned in two of my college applications. I'm happy to have that over with. The only thing I have left to do is send my transcripts, and I will be completely done. Then I'll just have to wait patiently for a reply. I'm so nervous about it. I also am waiting for a response from the video auditions I turned into an organization. I have no idea what that response will be. If I do happen to get a good reply it will hopefully include a week of working with professionals and some scholarship money. These are the only things I have to look forward to as of right now because school is irritating beyond belief, and stupid Halloween is tomorrow. I have the day off from school tomorrow so I'll probably spend most of the day practicing Wagner's Tannhauser Overture and Brahms' 2nd Symphony. I should actually be at school for lunch right now with my friend, but I don't really feel like hanging out with her today. She told me yesterday that her mom thought it would be funny if Tia invited me over while her mom was out of town and tell me that her mom had counted the amount of alcohol she had before she left. I don't really see the humor in that. I don't drink, and I probably won't drink that much when I turn 21. My brothers and my mom all drink way too much so I don't have much of a desire to be like them. I know I'll have the ability to not be like them because my dad doesn't drink that much. He occasionally has wine in the winter, and beer while he's rafting but that's it. He doesn't find that need to get drunk on a regular basis like my mom and brothers.

The UPS Man Stole It

Monday evening I was watching TV or something like that. When the UPS man delivered a package to our door. I was the only home, and I thought to myself, "I'll bring the package in when I go get the mail." Later, I get the mail and forget to bring the package in. The next morning, I'm running out the door because I was late for school. I notice there isn't a package by the lower door of my house even though the UPS man brought it the day before. I start to panic. If that package is gone then my life is over was what was going through my head all day. That package most likely contained thousands of dollars worth of fishing flies for my dad's company, and I forgot to bring the damn thing inside. I'm going to be filleted come Wednesday evening when my dad comes home. All day I'm preparing myself for my death the next day. I go to the office before rehearsal because Brandon and his girlfriend left a bunch of stuff at my house. I tell Brandon about the missing package. He informs that he had the package rerouted to the office. I felt so much relief after he told me that, but I was slightly pissed off that he did after I had spent the whole day worrying, thinking I'd lost the company thousands of dollars. I was planning my death, but now I'm able to speak of my almost death experience. In reality though I did almost die once. I jumped into our pool when I was two or three without my water wings, and Brandon had to save me from drowning. My parents had no idea what was going, so I was lucky that Brandon was paying attention to me.

Festival Weekend

I had an unusual weekend. First of all, my brother and his girlfriend were all weekend, and I was able to see my nephew. I liked that part of my weekend. On Saturday, I had to play at the Harvest Fest with the Jazz band just outside of town. My mother was there with my nephew. We didn't play so well which isn't surprising. We're pretty bad this year due to the massive amount of freshmen. Later that evening I was blessed to receive an email from my mother saying how rude I was to her and my nephew. Lecturing about my relationship with him. He's two years old I'm pretty sure he wasn't offended by my supposed rudeness. I was also told that I do not understand how "to love and be loved," which is a "simple concept," according to her. God, I wish she would disappear and leave me alone forever. She is so irritating.
Sunday was abnormal too. I went to play with this small string group at a different festival a half an hour from here. This lady who is probably in her 50's or 60's asked me to give her a ride to Home Depot where her husband could pick her up. They had been on vacation up until the concert, so he dropped her off and went home. I drove her the 30 miles to Home Depot which wasn't a problem since Home Depot is on my way home.
All in all it was a very abnormal weekend. I didn't even work on my application for college. I should be working on it now, but I'm stalling. I want my dad to look it over before I decide to make any changes to my essay.

I'm an Adult (Legally)

I just had my 18th birthday the other day. It was a good day. I took for my dogs for a walk by the river, put new strings on my guitar, had multiple wish me happy birthday, and went to the city for the evening. My dad took me to Powell's bookstore and Doc Marten's. Afterward, we went to meet my brothers and Tiffany for dinner. While driving around trying to find the restaurant my dad and I came up with the theory that Tom Petty must have written the song "Waiting is the Hardest Part," while waiting for the waitress to bring his complimentary bread. That's always the worst part about eating out is having to wait for them to bring you food while your stomach is grumbling from the lack of nutrition. We managed to have a pleasant dinner with zero casualties. I believe dinner is the shortest timeframe my family to be together at all once without arguing. Either way I'm glad that my birthday went so well. Occasions like that usually go badly.