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Post by bariclaribob on Sept 19, 2008 16:41:59 GMT -5
So, I'm mad. At who? I dunno. This girl who plays flute has been one of my two best friends since we joined marching band 3 years ago. It's pretty much been flute, me, and a percussionist. We were all best friends and slept over and hung out and talked to each other all the time. Well, flute is going out with this guy in drumline. She started double-dating, I guess, with a guardie and her boyfriend over the summer. So during marching band, percussionist and I felt awkward and hung out with some of other really good friends during the season. So now that school is in swing, I've hardly said two words to my flute friend. The most I've talked to her in one day is when her boyfriend "took a break" and she was sobbing and I comforted her. I was naturally angry at him and ready to glare/hiss/whatever at him. But a small, evil part of me thought that I could finally get my friend back. Next day, they get back together, and I never talk to flute friend. She and her boyfriend aren't as close now, but now, she and her guardie friend have become so close that I think she's pretty much totally shut me and my other best friend out. I mean, the three of us were going to have a sleepover, but when percussionist wasn't going to be able to make it, flute friend pretty much told me not to come. I probably would have said no, wait till we can all hang out, but the way she told me it was off made me think that she didn't want me around without percussionist there. Today, I saw flute in the hall and hugged her because she made 2nd chair flute over several seniors. She gave me a weird look. I couldn't tell if it was surprise that I was hugging her or that she was... shocked? Awkward-ed? You can hug best friends, right? Thing is, I don't think she sees me as her best friend anymore... probably not even her friend. I called to her walking to the parking lot with her guardie friend, and maybe she didn't hear me, but she didn't turn. Didn't even glance back. And I finally got to walk to a class with her and her guardie today, but then guardie pointed out her boyfriend. I'm not mad that she wanted to walk with him. It'd be weird if she didn't. But she could've called for him to catch up 3 steps to walk with us rather than ditch me mid-sentence.
At the same time, I didn't exactly try to hang out with her this summer--two reasons: it would be awkward with her and her boyfriend, and my parents don't let me hang out with guys. So I spent my summer at home by myself, and during marching season when she was with her boyfriend, her new best friend, and her boyfriend, I hung out with percussionist and my junior and senior friends and even some freshmen. Now I don't have anything in common with my former best friend.
I wish that she had just been friends with him. Not that any of my guy buddies have any romantic interest in me, but as a person in this situation, I know that I would say no to any offers. It isn't worth losing your best friend over, especially for someone who doesn't deserve you.
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Post by piccolo + ADD = fun on Sept 21, 2008 10:33:42 GMT -5
Aww, bariclaribob, that sucks. -hug- She obviously doesn't remember how awesome of a person you are.
So I've been giving one of my drumline friends a ride to school, home and games right? But she's gotten so snippy and witch-like to me. It's like she forgets I'm her ride to school or something. But anyways, I told her on friday that since we got back late, I was barely able to keep awake and I couldn't take her home or I would fall asleep at the wheel (She lives about 15 minutes away from me and the school is 15 minutes from her so about a half hour+) and she had already been calling people for a ride and she just kept saying 'Whatever' in one of the snobbiest voices ever. I am really tempted just to call her and say she needs to find a ride to and from school on tuesday and also wednesday (That was already planned), because this is just getting ridiculous and I don't want to give rides to people who are just going to sit there and insult and get snappish with me. Needless to say, I can't wait until november when she gets her full license and can drive on her own to school.
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Post by Greenepony on Sept 25, 2008 19:05:49 GMT -5
It seems my friend is jealous of me and her boyfriend. No one thought to tell me this until now. Maybe I should have known that my friend is upset that her boyfriend (my best guy friend) and I talked occasionally hung out? The way he explained it that she was jealous because, "apparently we talk and have so much in common (wha?) and you go to baylor blahh blah blah." The wha is him and I agree. We don't really have the much in common, beyond school. Actually we're pretty opposite. This isn't the first time she's been jealous either, just the first time he's told me.
Couldn't someone have told me?
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Post by bariclaribob on Sept 28, 2008 18:37:18 GMT -5
So, I'm mad. At who? I dunno. This girl who plays flute has been one of my two best friends since we joined marching band 3 years ago. It's pretty much been flute, me, and a percussionist. We were all best friends and slept over and hung out and talked to each other all the time. Well, flute is going out with this guy in drumline. She started double-dating, I guess, with a guardie and her boyfriend over the summer. So during marching band, percussionist and I felt awkward and hung out with some of other really good friends during the season. So now that school is in swing, I've hardly said two words to my flute friend. The most I've talked to her in one day is when her boyfriend "took a break" and she was sobbing and I comforted her. I was naturally angry at him and ready to glare/hiss/whatever at him. But a small, evil part of me thought that I could finally get my friend back. Next day, they get back together, and I never talk to flute friend. She and her boyfriend aren't as close now, but now, she and her guardie friend have become so close that I think she's pretty much totally shut me and my other best friend out. I mean, the three of us were going to have a sleepover, but when percussionist wasn't going to be able to make it, flute friend pretty much told me not to come. I probably would have said no, wait till we can all hang out, but the way she told me it was off made me think that she didn't want me around without percussionist there. Today, I saw flute in the hall and hugged her because she made 2nd chair flute over several seniors. She gave me a weird look. I couldn't tell if it was surprise that I was hugging her or that she was... shocked? Awkward-ed? You can hug best friends, right? Thing is, I don't think she sees me as her best friend anymore... probably not even her friend. I called to her walking to the parking lot with her guardie friend, and maybe she didn't hear me, but she didn't turn. Didn't even glance back. And I finally got to walk to a class with her and her guardie today, but then guardie pointed out her boyfriend. I'm not mad that she wanted to walk with him. It'd be weird if she didn't. But she could've called for him to catch up 3 steps to walk with us rather than ditch me mid-sentence. At the same time, I didn't exactly try to hang out with her this summer--two reasons: it would be awkward with her and her boyfriend, and my parents don't let me hang out with guys. So I spent my summer at home by myself, and during marching season when she was with her boyfriend, her new best friend, and her boyfriend, I hung out with percussionist and my junior and senior friends and even some freshmen. Now I don't have anything in common with my former best friend. I wish that she had just been friends with him. Not that any of my guy buddies have any romantic interest in me, but as a person in this situation, I know that I would say no to any offers. It isn't worth losing your best friend over, especially for someone who doesn't deserve you. The flute broke up with her boyfriend. Yay! I was so excited. He didn't deserve her and I got to hang out with her this weekend for the first time since they started going out! It's all good now. I have to admit, though, I'm still annoyed that she ignored me for that long. She didn't even seem to realize. She couldn't figure out why she hadn't told me she got a kitten weeks ago. Try: you didn't talk to me when you were dating that guy. Oh well.
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Post by Greenepony on Oct 5, 2008 21:35:20 GMT -5
Once again my friend- who I have known since we were in elementary school is once again jealous of me and *her* boyfriend. HER'S! I don't want him! I mean he's a great friend but just that. F-R-I-E-N-D no prefix to that. I mean I like having frank conversations with him (like right now we're talking about how I'm not bothered by as he calls it' crotch fabric') but I don't LIKE him. It's just annoying, she doesn't even talk to me. I find out from him. It's just annoying.
Then (those who are facebook friends with me have seen this complaint) Baylor seems set on trying to marry all us girls off, despite the 3:2, girls to guys ratio here. How about I don't? I have my life nicely laid out. Sure it'd be nice to meet a guy that I could potentially marry but I have my career to think about. Finishing my Bachelor's, getting my master's. I can't even get a half decent job in Archeology until I get my Doctorate! When does "get a husband, have three+ children, settle down" factor into that? With the way my career is I'll probably end up like my Anthro prof, 35 and just getting married, or like my mom's college roommate who didn't get married till she was almost 50. And guess what? I'm okay with that! I know there are some traditions to uphold (ie the awkward serenade at the beginning of the year) but really, we don't have to have a mixer every week.
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Post by Duel of the Flutes on Oct 11, 2008 12:09:37 GMT -5
Wow, am I ever... well, angry, lol. Two weeks ago, the string on the thumb valve on my school horn broke. Okay, no big deal, I had the school send it into the shop to get it fixed (Friday is our pickup/drop off day for instrument repairs). The next week (Friday), it comes back. Tuesday was the first day I was able to try it out, and to my pleasant surprise, they also cleaned it and restrung all the valves (which they actually did need, as the string was fraying and were going to break soon anyways). Well, when I tried it, I wasn't very happy, lol. Besides the fact that the thumb valve obviously wasn't working, it played beautifully before I had it sent in. Now, it played almost a half-step flat, and the intervals were completely messed up (ex: you would finger an A-B flat-B-C, and the B flat and B natural would sound almost exactly the same and the A-C interval was totally wrong). I checked everything I could during class: made sure all the slides were in right, made sure the valves were opening/closing all the way, etc. There wasn't anything wrong that I could see. So I went to the middle school bd, and we checked it against a tuner. She checked the instrument herself, couldn't find anything wrong. Well, this was nothing new. The place our school sends their instruments has a record of either not fixing everything that's wrong, or fixing what's wrong and breaking something else. So I came to the conclusion that I was going to take it to my instrument repair guy, who is both honest and cheap, and will usually try to get the repairs done within a day or two. Well, I called him, but he's been busy (which is understandable). So the earliest that I can get it fixed is Monday, while in the meantime I have to use my B-flat horn I used for the past 3 years, which I don't mind... it's just that I really wish I could use my double horn. As you can tell, I'm really not happy about this at all.
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Post by Flutist Kes on Oct 11, 2008 18:43:38 GMT -5
Michigan vs. Toledo game. U of M loses 10-13. Enough said.
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Post by bariclaribob on Oct 12, 2008 18:26:41 GMT -5
So, my mom let it slip to my dad that I want to be a band director. My dad always assumed I would be an engineer. He is, his brother is, my sister is going for her engineering degree right now... and he's doing everything he can to deter me from being a "music teacher," as he calls it. Not that there's anything wrong with teaching elementary music or anything, but I think that he groups singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with directing high school bands, jazz bands, pep bands, pit orchestra, and marching band, which is what I actually want to do. Besides the extra ensembles, high school teaching positions pay more than other schools, to my knowledge.
He's been cross-examining me at dinner. I can't debate my dad. He's been thinking up angles I've never considered, backing me into corners so I can't defend myself. Mom is being oh-so-quiet on the matter, so it's just Dad vs. Me. And Dad's winning.
I know what I want to do with my life. I'm of course going to consider other options, other majors, etc. before I make my final decision. But get off my back. You've raised us to think independently, to think criticially, to be smart. Well, I think that doing something I'm good at and love is a smart decision. And even if you don't, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm sorry I'm the daughter who took the wrong path. I'm not as good as my older sister, and even if I do decide to enter a math/science field, I still won't be able to live up to her. We're two different individuals. Start treating me like one.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2008 19:25:14 GMT -5
^That sucks, especially the debater part. My dad is like that, but I'm the same way, so I hold my own. Listen closely to what he says, and then rebut it as best you can. I mean, if he's really backing you into corners, and you're willing to admit that, then he clearly has a point and you need to consider it.
Music education makes absolutely no logical sense to anyone on the outside looking in; you're working ten times harder than any other educator, and only getting paid for eight hours a day, you're making crap for money, you have to listen to your kids upwards of fifty hours a week in the fall, it takes over your life, and then the school board screws you on top of it. Remember that as well.
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Post by piccolo + ADD = fun on Oct 23, 2008 16:42:30 GMT -5
Merh....This guy at school likes me...Why are you complaining? you may ask. Well, this is my list of why I am very much not happy. At All.
1. He smells really really bad. Seriously, he needs to either shower or do his laundry or both preferably. It's so bad, I feel like vomiting when he's within at least 6 ft because you can smell him from there. It's really really really gross. He sat behind me( next to where I usually sit) during our long period (Lunch period) in the class we have together. The smell was making me queasy. Needless to say, when the lunch bell rang, I booked it out of there. 2. He is Creepy. Yes with a capital C. 3. He gets very annoying very fast. 4. He cannot take a hint. I hint that I am not interested by turning the Claddaugh ring my grandmother gave me inward, signifying I am in a relationship or not interested. He apparently does not know what it means or does and ignores it. I give very obvious hints I am not interested and he is oblivious. I would say I have a boyfriend, but then that would turn into a huge mess if it got around to the guy I actually do like who has been sending me signs he wants to ask me out but apparently doesn't have the guts to.
I'm about ready to tell this kid to just bugger off....
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2008 17:10:41 GMT -5
^I am that guy a lot of the time (minus the smell, I think, and not quite that extreme), and all I can say is that a mutual male friend would be the best way to do that. I say male because the guy clearly has issues with women and so would be apt to take a warning from a woman the wrong way (IE she's just making it up to make me feel bad, etc), but a man he might have an easier time believing. Just make sure it's someone he respects and trusts and that wouldn't have an ulterior motive for telling him that. I've had people randomly decide I like a girl that I don't and then make a show of telling me she isn't interested just to humiliate me or something.
As for my vent, it's kind of petty, but, well, I am petty, especially about stuff like hats. Hats? yeah, hats. Apparently some glue/borox stuff we were messing with in science got on my hat that I had left in Geometry because my friend (Boner2) was swinging it around the room and then dried, which means it's probably stuck there. He told me about it, but blamed it on someone else, but then a third individual (whom I trust) told me it was him, and I believe the third over Boner2 because, well, qui bono.
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Post by bariclaribob on Oct 26, 2008 14:01:46 GMT -5
So, I basically got ditched by the person who I THOUGHT was my best friend. It is an exhaustingly long story, but basically, I'm through. I'm done. This isn't the first thing she's done, but it's the last straw. I'm looking at how much she's changed over the past few MONTHS. I've changed, I know that. But not as drastically as she has, and not for the worse, which is how I think she's changed. Then again, if she even cares about how I think or feel anymore, she probably would think mine was a bad change. I've accepted my geekiness and even embraced it. She's gone off with a crowd of people I do NOT approve of. She's become shallow and petty and I don't know what happened to the her I know. It hurts. I've watched it happen, and for reasons that are complicated, I couldn't stop it. I tried. Our other best friend tried. We thought that after she broke up with her boyfriend things would get better, but they didn't. And now we see the kind of people she chooses to hang out with. She's not a bad person and she doesn't do the kind of stuff they do. But by choosing to be friends with them, to hang out with them, to BAIL OUT ONE ME AND OUR BEST FRIEND WHEN WE HAD PLANS TO HANG OUT WITH THOSE CREEPS is the final straw. I'm done. I cannot keep trying. I thought that it was partially my fault for hanging out with a slightly different group of friends this year--really, the same one I have since I joined marching band with the addition of a couple of awesome freshmen. But no. I wouldn't have hung out with them as much as I did if she hadn't ditched me and our best friend for THOSE CREEPS. Doesn't she see? She either doesn't see the type of person she's become or she doesn't care, and either way, that is not the kind of person I want to associate with: someone who doesn't care that she's becoming a bad person or someone who is too caught up in the crowd to see what she's becoming.
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Post by Duel of the Flutes on Oct 29, 2008 20:53:47 GMT -5
[rant] I hate idiots. Because of idiots, I have whiplash, my dad's car is totalled, I missed almost 2 full days of school, and we might not be able to go to Munich this year (a trip my parents have been planning for almost 2 years) because they have to buy a (used) car. In case you haven't figured it out, I was in a car accident. Pretty much what happened was this: my dad was driving me home after Michigan Youth Band practice at UMich. We were in the slow lane going 60 (yes, my dad drives really slow on the expressway). Some random guy comes out of nowhere and plows into our car. My dad and I estimate the car's speed at 90 mi/hr. So by the time we're pulled over and I've stopped blacking out, we look back to find the other guys car swerving (we assume his airbags went off), and then getting back into traffic and going on driving. Luckily, I'm not seriously hurt (and neither is my dad), but my dad's car is. He had a '98 Buick Lesabre. Now, I don't know if you know anything about Buicks, but their bumpers are about the most amazing bumpers ever. My brother once ran into a pole with mine, and it didn't even leave a dent. Now imagine this, if you will: this awesome Buick bumper dented in so that it looks like this /\ (only not quite so V-like... but I think you get the picture), the fenders are smashed in, and the trunk is similarly smashed like the bumper to the point where it doesn't close. Luckily, my dad had collision on that car, so he gets at least some money. If we had taken my car (which we seriously almost did), we wouldn't have gotten any. Unluckily for me, I have whiplash and have to carry a snare drum at the football game Friday night. I don't know if you've ever tried marching with a snare with whiplash before, but I know that during practice on Monday night, I almost cried during the short time I allowed myself to carry it. So since the Motrin the ER doctor prescribed wasn't working very well, I went to my regular doctor and got some Darvocet, which works amazing. What's not amazing is that it makes me sick, and it will take a few days for the side effects to stop. Also unluckily for me, said prescription almost made me pass out during psych today. Yeah, that wasn't a fun experience. I ended up going home for a half hour just to make sure I was really okay after I felt better. Which caused me to miss even more physics, which is not a class you want to repeatedly miss. And then, on top of this, I have no car now that my dad has temporarily reclaimed it. Yes, I know I should feel lucky to have a car to drive, but when you really need it to get to places like band practice and doctor's appointments when your parents are working, it's really inconvenient. I hate idiots. [/rant]
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Post by Lprdgecko on Oct 30, 2008 16:06:40 GMT -5
^Yikes... I hope you guys fully recover quickly and I hope that idiot is caught.
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Post by Greenepony on Nov 1, 2008 18:18:03 GMT -5
Stupid Mizzou. Sorry to anywho who likes them but between our pansie football team and their stalling we lost what could have been a spectacular homecoming upset but NO. We were down by 7-21 at the end of first half but we worked our way to be tied 28-28 (it was spectacular) then they get a field goal. That's when it stalled out. *grumbles*
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