I'm going to need everyone to shut up.

So. My grandfather is in the hospital with over 80% of his liver failing. He drank for over 50 years. Not really much they can do for you when, on top of that, your stomach is surrounded by about 3-4 gallons of fluid. So much that it's pushing on your lungs. Really not sure how to deal with this at the moment.

On a distantly related note: Quad-State went ok. I got 1st chair in the crappiest band. Not that bad, considering I bombed the audition and started practicing last monday. Now that I'm here, I feel sick and I really don't want to be here. Apparently I need to go finish the autobiography, so I'll cut my whining short.

OK, you can continue.

Quad State.

Quad State is tomorrow and I don't have the music down. Since clearly this personal piece is of the upmost importance, I can't go practice during this class. If you need me, I'll be failing something that could help me get college someday.

The post with the most.

Running a little bit behind this week. As I have nothing in particular to discuss, I think I'll just rant.

District games. Fun for most involved. Hopefully you're all familiar with how these work, but just in case allow me to break it down for you. Three competitions (of varying degrees of importance) happen at a district game. In order from least important to most important:

1. Cheerleader pep battles. Cheerleaders are like Jedi, but instead of using the Force, they control something called "Pep". No one actually understands how this "pep" business works except the cheerleaders, but experts agree that "pep" is somehow channeled by the cheerleaders to excite a crowd of middle-aged parents that generally do not wish to be there. This is a small miracle in itself, but to have these people jumping and screaming for a basketball game? You win for now, cheerleaders.
2. The actual basketball game. Not much to be said here. 
3. BATTLE OF THE BANDS. Most importantly at a district game, bands compete subtly for the best and biggest sound. This is due to one crucial fact: bands don't travel. We never get to show people how great we are, because (let's face it) no one shows up for band competitions except our parents. That's just the cold hard truth. So, it is completely natural that we feel the need to bring up our game a little. It makes us feel better. That being said, band kids and basketball players may not get along during school hours, but in a different setting, we're all one big team. If the basketball team say, loses *cough*, it can still be said that "Oh well, at least the band was better than theirs." We win always. 

***NOTE: It should also be noted that band kids also have a latent "Pep" controlling ability. We use "pep" to excite a crowd, like cheerleaders, but we do it without trying. We have powers we ourselves don't completely understand. Yeah. We are that cool. 

THE RED DOT SAYS NO.

Inspired by Ashley's post.

So. Something really awful happened recently and it kind put me in a bad mood. So I'm going to take it out on the world in the form of this post. If you don't care, don't read.

First of all, let me introduce myself. I'm Dylan, and I'm an artsy type of person. I don't like playing sports (although I do watch them). It's just not my thing, and I really don't appreciate people who think stupid, stereotypical things about the arts. I like music, I like writing, I like drawing (but I can't draw...), etc. That's just what I do. It's really not your life, so I'm going to have to ask you to take a big dose of "Get the heck over it."

Secondly, I have a few pet peeves I would like to discuss. Like racists. I can't stand when people hate other people based purely on how they look or what language/accent they use. It's dumb. Plus, they're probably smarter than the racists anyway.

Another pet peeve is lying. Oh. My. God. How hard would it be to tell the truth and take the consequences instead of hurting everyone and digging a deeper hole for yourself. It's really a sad thing when people have to just ignore everything that comes out of your mouth, because you're such a liar no one knows what to believe about you. You tell one person one thing, and another another.

And another thing. Overbearing, arrogant egotists are among the worst people on earth. You know who I mean. The kind of people that have their nose up so high it's almost facing backwards. You can practically hear them thinking as you past them "Better than you....better than you...better than you and you and you." "FDSAGHJKL HOW DARE YOU BE A TEENAGER GET OUT AND CURE CANCER OR SOMETHING"

"And that's the rest of the story."- Paul Harvey

Meh.

I really don't have any kind of ideas to blog about, so I'll cop out and post some Sumo Paint pictures while I think of something.

This one I made largely because I was bored. It looks cool, and the really crazy blur effect makes it difficult to focus on one place. That's why the word "FOCUS" is included. If you can't find it, get off my blog.

This one doesn't have a cool backstory, I was listening to "Tonight, Tonight" at the time. You know, the one that does like "La la la, whatever. La la la it doesn't matter." etc. Which is actually a kind of backstory so, what do you know.

I made one of these for all four classical elements, but the water one looked the coolest so this is what you get. I actually am extremely interested in Eastern writing styles like Japanese and Chinese. They have a way of expressing beauty in the letters of their language, while English writers usually have to rely on words to create effect. 

For a post that wasn't a post, this one turned out pretty good. In fact, I think I actually have 100+ words. Go me.

A Midsummer Night's Dream.

Yesterday, most of the sophomore class went on a field trip to Murray State University for an American Shakespeare Company playing of William Shakespeare's "Midsummer Night's Dream." The play was extremely well given, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. However:

They really need to put an IQ cap on these trips. If you don't have an IQ of at least 100, you don't deserve to go. I mean, really? How old are we here?

I GOT ME AN IDEAR HERE LETS MAKE AWFUL RACIST COMMENTS ABOUT A NATIONALITY WE KNOW NOTHING ABOUT YALL.

The really horrible thing was, there was someone of that nationality on the bus and as far as I know he's a nice kid. People just need to put on the big boy pants and learn how to exist in a world where other people may walk down the street. People who have a right not to be called "Ching" and "Chong".

To somewhat ease this tension, I drew a picture of a camel. It only correlates if you shut both eyes and do a barrel roll over a space shuttle.

"I CAN STILL WIN"

No Rick Santorum. You cannot. You trail behind Romney by over 20%. You are clearly going to lose. Please refrain from appearing on major networks telling people that you have a chance. You, in fact, do not. That is all.

The presidential race is one that is closely followed by the world. One either side, we basically have a frontrunner, on that you could expect to receive nomination. In other words, Romney and Obama. And Gingrich. But not really. If I were to predict, I could say with almost absolute certainty that either Mitt Romney or Barack Obama will be the next President of the United States.

Actually, I'm really thinking Obama. But:

JERSEY SHORE MAKES ME FEEL ILL.

SO SOMEHOW WE GOT ON A DISCUSSION ABOUT JERSEY SHORE AND MS. HARNESS WAS AWESOME AND SAID THE FOLLOWING:

"Jersey Shore is like a train wreck that you can't stop."
"I watched it and I felt like I needed to go to the doctor to get checked for STDs"

Double Decker Culture-Spirit Post

I have done a total of 2 cool things in the past day, so I'm going to describe both of them in one post.

CULTURE
The improvisational duo Like Water recently visited our school. They are a free-form type of band that makes up pretty much everything they do on the spot.

LET ME INSERT SOMETHING HERE. BLOGGING IN DIGITAL JOURNALISM SHOULD USE PROPER ENGLISH UNLESS QUOTING A MEME. "omg guise i lahv u kthxbai" IS NOT ACCEPTABLE.
Anyway. This band was pretty awesome, and some of the other bloggers in this class sang with them. Ashley and Mallory, namely. Needless to say, it was 82349160359 tons of awesome and completely worth skipping this class for.

Spirit! (gross.)
Today we had a pep rally. Which I had to play in. Which was loud and generally awful. Not to say that I don't enjoy pep rallies, but a bunch of screaming teenagers in one room interrupting the BAND PLAYING and stuff.

T.G.I.F.

Bloggery

Haven't blogged in a week. Yeah. I have GSA and Quad-State and pickles and Pep Band and death and fdsaghjkl. Not sure if I have enough time to even accomplish all I need to accomplish.

In other news, I drew you a picture of a narwhal killing a person. Your argument is clearly invalid.