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To all my friends out there, cyber or not, have a happy and safe Turkey Day!

Was going to the mall to get Star Trek worth it? Yes and no. Yes, now that I have it and have watched it and will probably watch it again tonight, but no, not at the time it wasn't.

Apparently people don't want to go through the perils of Black Friday this year, and want to get the shopping done early.

We just happen to choose THE busiest day for me to drive to the mall.

Let's see:

Times I was nearly hit: 4-5
Times I was nearly backed into: 1
Times I was cut off: Stopped counting
Times I was sworn at/flipped off/honked at: Stopped counting
Times I used the horn: Should have used it more, but once, first time too.
Number of idiots I encountered. Too. Fucking. Many.

By the time we actually found a parking spot, I was ready to commit murder. Didn't help that my father started screaming at me because he swore that I was going to hit the woman who had just parked next to me. Fucking spare me. Please. I was no where near hitting her. As for scaring her? Psh. Didn't give a fucking DAMN, right then.

So, I'm fuming, people are going around me like I'm Typhod Mary or something. My Dad's telling me to calm down, and I yell, really loudly, "It's not my fault we chose the one day when all the fucking idiots in the WORLD are out driving, is it?!"

Yeah. I was pissed. I got a few dirty looks but again, didn't really give a damn. So, instead of yelling at me, my dad just laughed and agreed with me. By then, I think he really understood that throwing a semi-new driver into that type of situation wasn't the best of ideas.

So, I stewed for the entire drive home ((I didn't want to drive home, but dad made me)) and for some time after, until I just fell asleep. That whole hell ride just wiped me out. When I woke up, we watched the hockey game and then Star Trek. Felt better, and I realized there was no real reason for me to be so angry. I'll never see those idiots again. Leaving that parking lot meant leaving the anger behind too.

-sigh- Baptism of fire, my friends, baptism of fire.

*hugs ST DVD tightly*

and pulled honor roll again. So, banishment is over! I was so worried about chemisrty dagging me down, that...I think that's why I haven't slept much since the closing of the first marking period. I knew APUSH would be low(er) but that's normal for the first quarter.

Not used to college courses and that. And my parents understood that after speaking to my teacher(they didn't believe me, when I told them and they still didn't quite believe my teacher, but oh well.)

However, I won't be at every single chat like I was before I was banned. That caused problems that were fixed while I was banned, and I like the solutions, a lot. But, look for me more, TS!

Oh, and apparently the folks thought I wouldn't manage to pull honor this time around, (please. You can count me down, but never down and out! When and if the time comes to make things better, I very ready, willing and able to do so), going to the mall tomorrow and getting Star Trek! And...I'm driving there.

Life. It is good right now.

PS--And, all this is compounded by the fact that the Bills fired Jauron and things may be getting better for our laughable NFL hometeam. THANK you...

First bit to story I was talking about. What do ya'll think?



Orchestra Trip

Washington, D.C--Department of Homeland Security

The doors closed tightly the lights dimmed, and a screen descended from the ceiling, covering the far wall. A young technician appeared and took up residence at a small control panel, placed headphones over his ears, while flipping several switches.
The room had theatre-styled seating, twenty seats total, and all vacant. A sliding door behind the top row opened, briefly allowing more light in before closes. A middle-aged man took the sloping easily, stopping in front of the screen.
He looked questioningly at the technician, who turned halfway and flashed a thumbs-up. The man nodded and the screen suddenly bathed the room in blue light. Connection was achieved, and the screen changed again, to a older woman dressed in navy-blue, her paling red hair swept up in a bun, blue eyes staring virtually into his, her hands folded on her desk.
The FBI insignia appeared behind her. Someone off-screen informed her of the connection and she leaned forward.
"Hello. Director Carey. Good to see you again."
The man, Director Carey, nodded courteously, "Same, Director Smith. Always a pleasure."
"You'll pardon me if I get down to business?"
Director Carey shrugged, "By all means."
"Quite frankly, Director Carey, I was all prepared to forget you ever contacted us with your request and leave it at that. I find it insulting that after all the agreements we've chartered regarding this, you still found the gall to do so."
"I did not mean to be insulting, and I'm fully aware of the agreements, but we are at a lost. We NEED your help."
"I read the file. I know the specs. I KNOW you have people that can fill them. You don't need us."
He shook his head, "No, we don't. This is so out of our league we fear we may lose it. Your people specialize in this. We need your help, or it's over."
Director Smith leaned back in her chair, "How many."
Director Carey hid his smile, "According to our intel, you already have a man nested."
"Yes, but he's not field. Intelligence and Technology."
"Then I only need one more. The best field you've got."
"How long."
"Year, max."
"And we'll have full cooperation with your people?"
"Of course."
Director Smith appeared thoughtful before leaning forward again, "I'll see what I can do."


---


Webstertown, NY.

Webstertown, NY. So small, it's not on any map you'll find. So small, you can pass right through it without even knowing it. So small...well...it's really small.
But its pride and joy---other than the legend that the famous 19th century orator, Daniel Webster, actually stayed there, hence the name of the town, was its high school orchestra.
There isn't another town, village, hamlet or even a city, that was more proud of its high school orchestra, than Webstertown, NY. While others schools had their football teams, their sports, Webstertown High had its orchestra. Others agreed, it was quite strange, but that's how it was.
A concert was an excuse to call the town together and party. An orchestra party, while limited to orchestra members, usually had a surplus of bake goods, as the entire town, or at least half of it, pitched in.
But their enthusiasm for their orchestra had reached tipping point in recent years. The orchestra had failed to even place in the last two NYSSMA competitions, hadn't been represented in the Area All-State String Competition in the last three years, and the concerts began to take on a rather predictable form.
In short, the orchestra, and the string program overall, had become old, boring and lackluster. Old Mrs. Corey was blamed, the conductor for the last tweleve years. She was once hailed as the fearless leader of the great orchestra, the reason the string players WANTED to play and excel.
Now, it was as if the passing years and stresses had sucked that out of her. Orchestra was old routine now, and she treated it as such. It was feared that if she carried on the orchestra program like that,any longer, the damage would be too far done.
The current orchestra was seen as possibly the last class to enjoy such a program. The town leaders were beginning to think the program had run its course, as there was no enthusiasm from the upcoming classes and the enthusiasm of the current was anything but overwhelming.
Unless...the orchestra was given a jolt of life. Something to take off from. Something to make it fun again, to be part of the Webstertown High School Orchestra. From the big city, life blossomed again. Mrs. Corey decided it was time to turn it in and retired. And Miss. April Langley, 24, recent college graduate, and Webstertown High alumni, stepped in.
She took the orchestra to heights it hadn't seen in years. The year Miss. Langley arrived, the orchestra placed second, a silver, in NYSSMA. Four students represented the school in Area All-State. Concerts, once boring, were now like rock concerts, with orchestra taking on the challenges of classic rock and the current music of the day.
There was a new spark around town, as the humming sounds of violins and violas, cellos and basses were heard again, drifting through the open windows and doors of Webstertown. There was a WANT to play from the kids, that hadn’t been there for far too long.
Now, it was year number two of Langley (some called it Year Two, AC--After Corey, but not in public, of course. Oh no...)and there were big plans in motion. But how big? Well, they really had no idea.

I'm an officer in my orchestra. Librarian--take care of music, organizing it, sorting, choosing...all that. And, I like to have a system for it, make it all organized and easy to do. I had the system in place and was already to do it. The first time, the other officers completely fucked it up and ignored it, and this time around, someone---don't know who---took my music # sheet from where I had placed it, right on top of the music stack, with a stick-note attached saying 'Don't Touch' and practically hid it in a little cubby hole in the officer room.

So, now, we don't have a system anymore. Too much stress for me and everyone else. Besides, my friend, who's the Librarian for the other orch has been doing the music without a number system from the beginning.

But regardless of all that, I was PISSED. I seriously wanted to kill somebody on Tuesday. That ended up causing a rather strange dream involving bad guys with guns and the orchestra and me saving the day---go figure--- and THAT helped create the premise of a new story of mine.

Check it out:

Title: Orchestra Trip

Author: Yours Truly

Summary: A small town orchestra goes to the big city for a trip and end up entangled in international intrigue, completely unaware that two of their own are the federal agents working the case.

Characters:

1.Eric Harrison, 18, Lead Special Agent. Member of the Junior Operations Branch of the FBI.
2. James Marshall, 18, Intelligence and Technology aka glorified computer tech, Member of the Junior Operations Branch of the FBI
3. April Langley, 24, Webstertown High School Orchestra Conductor.
4. Webstertown HS Orchestra--25 students, half the HS, mixed Freshman-Sophomore, Junior, Senior
5. Pietor Gaborskov and company--the bad guys.

Settings:

1. Webstertown, NY--a small town down in Ski Country of WNY. Called Webstertown because its legend the great orator Daniel Webster staued there. ((I made it up. Called it that because my great-great-great-great uncle is Daniel Webster and...yeah. It sounded cool.))

2. I'm not sure yet, possibly NYC for the big city action.

Agencies:

Junior Operations Branch: JOB. As Sparrow ((a fellow TSer)) said when I told him, it's basically the FBI's version of the ROTC. They specialize in taking kids, around ten yrs of age, who have other special talents ((like Eric and James up there, they can play string instruments)) and train them to be special agents, and to use other talents in their work. ((And again, I made this up, but cool, huh?))

Dept. Of Homeland Security: We all know these guys. They call in the FBI for help and in comes Eric and James to save their ass--er, the day. I mean.

Federal Bureau of Investigations: FBI. Because the JOB is a section of it.


All this...because I have to deal with idiots sometimes.

Sorry for the silence. Am grounded until further notice and comp has been banned. Hoping to return soon but heavily doubting it.

And, that' s all I can say. Parents are in-house.  TTYL.

PS-Entire Beatle's Collection arrived two days ago. Have been fangirling ever since. How can I possibly wait til Xmas to open it???!!!!

I've had the flu for the past few days. Began feeling poorly on Saturday while taking the PSATs. Had a 103 fever and was pretty out of it, I'll admit. Just trying to stand up felt like I was on a see-saw or something topsy-turvy.

Fever finally broke this morning. Thought somebody dumped a bucket of water on me, I was so drenched in sweat. Now it's just the cough. Being a severe asthmatic doesn't help, but my inhaler and I have gotten reacquainted quite quickly through this. I really don't know if I'll return to school tomorrow.

My mom (the nurse) doesn't like my color and says my peak flows are too low. I agree, they are...but I'm so behind already. I haven't been in three days, probably won't go tomorrow and God only knows how much work I've missed. I don't even want to think about APUSH...

I do feel better. But I'm still tired, and this cough is annoying. I worry it'll throw me into an attack, because it's happened plenty of times before.

See, usually by now, I've had my flu shot but NY State doesn't have enough seasonal flu vaccines let alone the H1N1 vaccines to go around, so...we haven't been called in yet. They keep saying they'll get more soon, but when is 'soon'? Next week? Next month? Guess we'll just wait and see...

Now just wait until December for results. Not expecting consideration for the National Merit Scholarship, but it's the practice for the SAT that matters.

Oh. Yeah. I won't be on the web as much I as I used to be. I'll be around here and there. TS people should know, as I texted pipermage452  telling her to let the others know. Sorry, guys.

Later.

Update: We now have THE worst team in the NFL, as the Bills fell yesterday, to the previously winless Cleveland Browns, 6-3. Yes, my friends, it was BAD.

Fall/Pre-Winter has finally arrived in Buffalo. *sniiiiiiiffff* Ah, yes...smell that wood smoke! The fire is roaring in the woodstove as we speak. Is that snow I see in the horizon?

Homecoming week is upon us. As my previous post on b/f blunders alludes to, I won't be going to the dance. Ah, well. There is prom to look forward to, as I have a date all scoped out. He WILL say yes.

And as every Homecoming week goes, each day is a special designated dress-up day. Tomorrow is Ugly Sweater Day. And what better opprotunity than this to show our collective disgust for our hapless Bills, than to wear their sweatshirt for the occasion!


Writing has hit a roadblock yet again. Whenever I open my KR writing, I sit there, staring, thinking to myself, "What have I DONE???!!!"

With TS, I fear now that I may have screwed up the Fanfiction timeline with Big Bro's Blitzkrieg, as several fanfiction mention/feature Shinobi as a semi-main character ((most notably Avatar. But Avatar takes place later in 2009, so...)) while I plan to introduce her formally to TS in THIS story. However, I think that if I have the story take place early in 2009, that may fix it, if not....I don't know.

With my other writing, I have made some headway, but not a lot.

I drove for about 4-5 hours on Saturday, as my dad had some running around to do. I went a few towns north of us, into farm country, where it's just beautiful this time of year. Next week end, we plan to go foliage-watching and I'll be driving!! That'll be a great for me, since that drive usually last about 6 hours.

We'll be scheduling my road test soon, too. I REALLY need to work on parallel parking, though.

So, the guy I Iiked? Yeah, we were talking about the Bills game and how bad it was, blah, blah, blah...and then he drops the g/f bomb: "Yeah, I was over at my girlfriend's house, and her dad was gettin' pretty crazy..."

Guh.

I recovered pretty fast, and was like, "Oh. Yeah...we were getting pretty crazy too..."

I had no idea he had a girlfriend. So, now I feel like an idiot.

This ALWAYS happens to me. The guy either has a girlfriend I don't know about, or is interested in somebody else, and I'm just, 'one of the guys' or whatever.

MyGOD, I refuse to go my whole high school career without a boyfriend. I refuse. There is somebody else...you know, Cody? Maybe...I dunno. I dunno anymore. If there's something wrong with me...maybe I scare them?

*feels like crying*

If I'm not blown away, I'Ll be washed away. Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

What with me spending eight or more hours a day, five days a week, in that germ factory I call school...

Actually, and this is inappropriate, but I fell like shit, so, screw it, but I call my school a plague whorehouse, only you don't have to pay for it, to get it.

Like half the school, I have a wicked-ass cold. Currently doped up on Benidryl ((spelled wrong, who cares)) vitamin c and, I dunno why, but Vitamin D.

Pros of being sick:

*Extended hours of sleep without the worry of being called a slug or a lazy bum.
*Eating awesome soup and whatever else you want, within reasonable measure.
*And other stuff I can't remember I wanted to list.

Cons of being sick:

*IT. SUCKS.

...Now, excuse me while I go crash and head into doped-up, effed-up Dreamland.

We won, 33-22. Actually, we did more than win, we rolled them. Awesome.

'Course, we lost several men, but no pain, no gain.

It's good to be a Buffalo sports fan, right now. Both major teams, just starting out, hope running eternal that this year is finally our year. But, of all the names and phrases associated with our fair city, this one just seems to fit right now:

The City of No Illusions.

ANOTHER awesome show by the Boys. Celtic Thunder: Take Me Home premiered last night on WNED.

I will say this: They looked extremely tired. And I can see why. Looking at their schedule they, have a show almost every night, each in a different state around the entire country.

Can't help but feel sorry for them. Far from home, pushed to the limit with a show every night...

Ryan, in particular. He has a voice but...not a really strong voice. The songs they have him singing are really pushing him. You could see just how hard he was pushing to get the notes out.

Little Damion isn't so little anymore. My god, he's all grown up! His voice has deepened tremendously, and that made for some switched-up harmonies. And, at 16? Ohmygod--- sexy.

Keith is still my Illya Kuryakin, Paul's tenor is beautiful as ever and George. Coolest dude ever. As the oldest member, he is the "father" of the group. What a dad!

Despite the WNED people begging every fifteen minutes...SO glad we saw it. Hopeful of getting the newest CD, and then waiting until March when WNED airs their newest show, Celtic Thunder: Storm.

....Did I mention how much different they sound from now and when the first started two years ago? Wow.

^.^

I still don't believe. Nor am I going to believe it until I have it in my hands.

I have an aunt who works for Sony's Processing Division in Jacksonville, Illinois. She's been trying to get ahold of us, but it's been a back and forth game of phone tag these past two-three days.

Finally, yesterday, she caught us at home. She talked to my dad for a bit and when she hung up, dad had a strange little smile on his face.

Since my aunt works for Sony, and Sony owns the Beatles Catalogue, she, as an employee...gets a discount on the catalogue.

The stereo release runs about $270. The mono release runs around $300 and features three more albums of very early Beatles songs.

For $100, I will be getting the Stereo release of the entire Beatles Catalogue for Christmas.

At first, when they told me, I laughed and said it wasn't nice to joke like that. When they said it wasn't a joke I laughed again...and then just freaked out.

Holy shit. The entire freaking catalogue. All thirteen. Ho. Ly. Shit!!!

I still have to email my aunt and thank her. She totally doesn't have to do this. I mean, I told them, yeah it would be awesome. More than awesome, but it's way too expensive. I just didn't know about the discount until yesterday.

I'm still fangirled out. Completely. I can't believe it. And, like I said, until I have the set in my hands...I'm not going to.

Very much a believer. It is asinine to believe we are the only intelligent life in the universe. And besides, the truth IS here. Just look at all the pictures and video we have caught of UFOS. Oh sure, the skeptics will dismiss them and say they're faked.

No, not all. Some yes. But not all.

Many of our astronauts, pilots ((military and commercial---including my four-star general of a second cousin)) etc, have seen them while at work. Buzz Aldrin said he saw several while he was up, only to be forced by NASA to recant. I find it very hard to believe that ALL these highly credible people are lying.

Those who believe are not bonkers, but just highly logical people, who realize...we aren't they only ones here.

UFOs are just like ghosts--if you haven't seen one, you can't believe.

Walking Raz today after school, and I decided to go farther down our main street, passed the main traffic light and therefore, the main intersection, because Raz likes sniffing around there. So, I stopped in a driveway and waited for a gap in traffic to cross.

This dude on bike in the street, sees me and begins to pull off the side to the curb. Well, the warning bells go off and my hand went to my canister of HALT!((doggy pepperspray, works just as well on people)) and I start inching away.

The guy...pulls up...and starts talking to me.

I have no FREAKING idea what he was saying. I'm pretty sure it was English. He might have said, 'Watch out' or something like that. I dunno. Then he just stopped and pedaled off.

What. The fuck.

No idea who he was, never saw him before, don't want to again, either.

Creepy, creepy, creepy.

The Beatles Rock Band and their entire remastered cataloge hits the stores in two days. You have no idea, how much I wish I had the cash to buy both. But, as it is, I won't be getting either.

Doesn't mean I won't be drooling over the albums and CDs, many in number, that I already have. In fact, Paul's love-lost voice is in my ears right now---Yesterday.

And I have a lovely Entertainment Weekly magazine in my hands, much thanks to a sympathetic aunt, that is pretty much about Beatlemania. The pictures are amazing, so the ranking of their 50 best songs and their five worst--honestly, I don't know why All You Need Is Love is on the worst list. I think it's a great timepiece.

Hope we passed the audition.

So far, so good. First day went smoothly and today about the same. Classes are good, teachers too. Nice to see all my buds.

I'm just really, really...*tired*.

Thank god we got a three-day weekend.

Because you're only a day away....

Junior year schedule is as follows:

Per.1-Algebra II ((it said that if you planned on going to a 4-year college, you should take this. So, I did. Beats Calc. ))

Per. 2-Spanish III

Per.3-AP US History ((am nervous whether or not I did project correctly...))

Per. 4-Orchestra ((leaving off the 'string' bit because, well, I don't need to see that. It still hurts.))

Per.5 Day 2 only-Gen. Chem./Lab

Per. 5 Day 1 only-Phys. Ed

Per. 6-Gen. Chem./Lab

Per.7-H English III  ((Again, am worried if project is ok.))

Per.8 Semester 1 only-Creative Writing

Per. 8 Semester 2-Historical Ficition

Per.9 both days, both semesters-Study Hall  ((WTF. How the hell did I have room for this? I asked, and they couldn't tell me. Figures.))


I'll tell you how the first day goes.