on the life of bedlam
Aug. 29th, 2007 03:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardI'm getting really sick of this getting up early thing, and it's nowhere near as early as I'm going to have to get up when school starts. Of course, I probably won't be going to bed at two in the morning then, so that might help.
Yesterday I went up to the high school at nine to help my band director pick out pep band music for the coming year, along with some of the other seniors -- two of the songs we're playing are "Carry On My Wayward Son" and The Cantina Song from ANH. Rock. On.
Yesterday was also the march from hell -- Radio Hill, which basically means hills, hills, hills forever! Playing. We go through the fairgrounds, too, but not with cadences, since a lot of the horses are already there and they tend to spook when a band goes through with the drumline really wailing. Radio Hill is also the longest march we do.
This morning I got up at six-thirty, showered, and went to the high school in full uniform for the fall sports senior picture, which goes on the poster they put all around town telling when and where all the games are. They have yet to put the band concerts on it. *rolls eyes*
Bulldog Day today, so I went down up to the high school again to pick up my schedule, pay my fees, pick up my yearbook, and get my parking permit -- this year we have senior parking! Rock. Finally, senior perks. (With the old high school, we had a bunch of senior perks, but that went out when we moved into the new high school. It's cool that we get senior stuff just as I'm a senior.) Saw my friends, glared at That Bitch Mila -- seriously, I refuse to talk to her, I refuse to look at her, and I refuse to acknowledge her existence in any way except to bitch about her self-righteousness bitchiness. At least have the balls to tell me what the hell your problem with me is, bitch; I'm only going to apologize for something I know nothing about so many times and they're all used up, bitch -- went out for ice cream with a couple of my friends that I haven't seen all summer.
Went back to typing up concept writing for "A Long Time Gone" -- what's typed is about 6300 words, but I've got at least that much still in my notebook waiting to be typed. I think I may have also gotten into the actual meat of the writing part, because I'm hitting a lot of things I wanted to cover: podracing, Force choking, and precognitive nightmares. And I think this one might be a straight Anakin POV, too, even though I was hoping for more Obi-Wan. I've got some concept writing for the third story -- God help me, fucking Star Wars, man, is there a law that says things have to come in threes? -- and have the vaguely horrifying realization that some of the music on the What is Lost/A Long Time Gone soundtrack is actually more related to the third story. Again. God help me. I will not speak of it, though, because it is Top Secret. (follows canon more or less, though. vaguely.) (also, I think writing it is going to break my heart.)
I really need to get back to my novel. At least I have a broad plot arc, thank you God, at least I have a broad plot arc and main characters. That's what I keep telling myself.
Dude, the DVD commentary thing is really fun. *bounces excitedly*
I also need to buy size 6 16" circs. I think I'm going to make an HP scarf.
Yesterday I went up to the high school at nine to help my band director pick out pep band music for the coming year, along with some of the other seniors -- two of the songs we're playing are "Carry On My Wayward Son" and The Cantina Song from ANH. Rock. On.
Yesterday was also the march from hell -- Radio Hill, which basically means hills, hills, hills forever! Playing. We go through the fairgrounds, too, but not with cadences, since a lot of the horses are already there and they tend to spook when a band goes through with the drumline really wailing. Radio Hill is also the longest march we do.
This morning I got up at six-thirty, showered, and went to the high school in full uniform for the fall sports senior picture, which goes on the poster they put all around town telling when and where all the games are. They have yet to put the band concerts on it. *rolls eyes*
Bulldog Day today, so I went down up to the high school again to pick up my schedule, pay my fees, pick up my yearbook, and get my parking permit -- this year we have senior parking! Rock. Finally, senior perks. (With the old high school, we had a bunch of senior perks, but that went out when we moved into the new high school. It's cool that we get senior stuff just as I'm a senior.) Saw my friends, glared at That Bitch Mila -- seriously, I refuse to talk to her, I refuse to look at her, and I refuse to acknowledge her existence in any way except to bitch about her self-righteousness bitchiness. At least have the balls to tell me what the hell your problem with me is, bitch; I'm only going to apologize for something I know nothing about so many times and they're all used up, bitch -- went out for ice cream with a couple of my friends that I haven't seen all summer.
Went back to typing up concept writing for "A Long Time Gone" -- what's typed is about 6300 words, but I've got at least that much still in my notebook waiting to be typed. I think I may have also gotten into the actual meat of the writing part, because I'm hitting a lot of things I wanted to cover: podracing, Force choking, and precognitive nightmares. And I think this one might be a straight Anakin POV, too, even though I was hoping for more Obi-Wan. I've got some concept writing for the third story -- God help me, fucking Star Wars, man, is there a law that says things have to come in threes? -- and have the vaguely horrifying realization that some of the music on the What is Lost/A Long Time Gone soundtrack is actually more related to the third story. Again. God help me. I will not speak of it, though, because it is Top Secret. (follows canon more or less, though. vaguely.) (also, I think writing it is going to break my heart.)
I really need to get back to my novel. At least I have a broad plot arc, thank you God, at least I have a broad plot arc and main characters. That's what I keep telling myself.
Dude, the DVD commentary thing is really fun. *bounces excitedly*
I also need to buy size 6 16" circs. I think I'm going to make an HP scarf.