So it's been a long time since I've Tumblr-ranted. WELL NOW I NEED TO.
You are so full of bullshit I could donate enough to cover all of the farmland in the US with an inch and a half of it AND HAVE PLENTY LEFT OVER. Like, what the fuck was that????? You missed the point, and you even PROVED it with your stupidity. And you ruined it for us.
FULL. OF. BULLSHIT.
And you say you were polite? Then what do you call rude?!?!?!?!
Okay. So. Animals. Yes, I love animals, they are the closest things to humans, because they have moving body parts and ways of breathing and they live and stuff. But NOT EVERYTHING THAT HUMANS DO has to be proof that we are just like animals.
All. The. Time.
I don’t care anymore.
And then we changed the conversation FINALLY and it HAD to get brought back to dogs? WHYYYYYYYYYY.
And then the music conversation, which I refused to take part in: WHO GIVES A FUCK.
SO A GUY PLAYED A BEETHOVEN PIECE BEFORE HE DIED FOR OTHER DYING PEOPLE. MAYBE HE WAS REBELLING. MAYBE HE WAS BEING NICE. MAYBE IT WAS ONE OF HIS FAVORITES, AND IT’S WHAT HE WANTED TO BE STUCK IN HIS HEAD WHEN HE DIED.
EITHER WAY, YOU DON’T NEED TO ARGUE ABOUT IT FOR 28 MINUTES.
Like, the point of music isn’t to cause never ending debates about the intentions of a dead Holocaust victim! It’s MUSIC. It’s RELIEF. AND a political statement. Just deal with the fact that there are ALTERNATE OPINIONS and:
GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELF.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Sorry. I think that’s it. But that was THE MOST painful Socratic Seminar possible.
I think Ben Kochenburger is likeeee my new hero. Because every time people start to bitch about unnecessary things, he changed topics. And when people changed the topic BACK, he stopped them.
Also, he was the only person in the classroom being hit with the sunlight, so he looked angelic. I laughed. It was funny.
I’m off to go compose really happy music for middle schoolers. Who knows, maybe, when I die, people will spend 28 minutes discussing my train of thought regarding the piece.
Declaring now, it’s just music.
SOMETIMES, A RED DRESS IS JUST A RED DRESS. (That’s a reference most of you won’t understand. Ask Mr. Mingrone about it. You might need the name “Ellie” to ring a bell.)
1. I kept losing count of measures in band today because I was listening to your stupid beautiful solos. Like, you missed maybe two notes. It was lovely. :)
2. NO TE GUSTAN LAS PIÑAS YOU SO SILLY
3. This is Vicki or sable-able or whatever, I'm just not logged in.
hahahahahahahaha you thought was good lol I missed like EVERY high note.
But thanks, you are so sweet :) I’m sorry the clarinet part in the first movement is so weird. haha.
LOS ME GUSTAN MUCHOOOO. Goshhhh, yo quiero comer una pina….. Son muy deliciosas…. jajaja.
I mean, the whole he makes delicious Asian food that doesn’t kill me part still applies, but we are going to watch Aristocats. And maybe a Disney Princess. Liiiikkkkeeee Princess and the Frog, Tangled, or The Little Mermaid.
“I think it was the first time in my life I ever felt like I looked “good.” Do you know what I mean? That nice feeling when you look in the mirror, and your hair’s right for the first time in your life? I don’t think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it’s nice. It really is.”—The Perks of Being A Wallflower (via withoutyouimnothing )
So I used to have 27 followers (cuz my Tumblr sucks, ikik) but I never looked, and now I have 26. The one person who was following me who I didn’t know or have some random connection to through random camp people unfollowed me. LAMEEEEEE.
I try to avoid Tumblr ranting, but tonight, I just can't help it.
What the hell? So I asked Sarah to conduct one rehearsal instead of asking Mr. Burgess and suddenly I am being a hater? What???
Yes, a lot of people do not like him. Thats why we have wind ensemble; to play different music with a different conductor, so naturally people would be upset! Just because you like him doesnt mean that its a crime for other people not to!
Sorry. Band dilemnas, you know. People who want power but deny it, so they suck up to people, you know.
It’s a fun time.
Luckily, I’m leaving on Friday. For warmth. And palm trees. And happiness. All strangers to Connecticut in March.