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Name: Amanda
Country: United States
Birthday: 10/6/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: i enjoy....being a BANDO,
Music (though i don't practice much) *guilty look*,reading (???),playing free cell for HOURS... until i can beat the game,typing in my xanga when I'm bored,eating,sleeping,summer!!,my birthday, Christmas, New Years..... traveling... (especially to CHINA!!!)
talking to people.
Expertise: ?? lots of stuff i guess....
Occupation: Government
Industry: People's industry.
Message: message me
AIM:  parakeetgurl9801
MSN: flutesrawk106@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  b4ndo43v3r
Member Since:
1/31/2004
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| Just Rediculous.Unless you've been hiding under a rock for the past few weeks, you know about the "marriage troubles" of Jon and Kate Gosselin.
So, apparently, they're "officially" divorcing.
So...how many divorced couples in the US is this?
Goal in life: Find a "reality" show that is .... REALISTIC and WHOLESOME and HEALTHY for the WHOLE family. Is it possible? I think NOT.
Let's see if the Masches do any better than the Gosselins......
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| Embarrassing Childhood Memory!!Last night, before I went to bed, I had a flashback of a really embarrassing childhood memory of mine. I was thinking about my experience with having braces when I began thinking of the day that I got my bottom braces on. =.= (I tell you, it's REALLY embarrassing!!)
I couldn't remember whether I got my braces on in 4th or 5th grade (really, who thinks of this stuff at 3 AM? :P) and then, after thinking of this particular embarrassing moment, I knew it was 4th, not 5th grade. Haha. So, I'm sure you're all dying to know what happened, right? (stalling, can't you tell?)
The day that I was scheduled to get my bottom braces on, my mom was running late, and she came into my classroom and told me to "hurry up and get your stuff together". My appointment time was around 11 in the morning, so that I would have time to return to school after I got my braces on. I remember she was really worried that we were going to miss our appointment time, so she was half running and dragging me across the parking lot with me half running to keep up with her. I remember sitting on the car thinking that I really wanted to go home and go to the bathroom (it was about an hour until lunch), but since my mom was so rushed and frazzled about not making our appointment time, I decided to wait. How long would getting braces on take anyway?
We arrived at the orthodontist's office, and I waited for about ten minutes before they called me in. After I was called in, I was told to sit down. The whole time, I kept thinking about where the bathroom was so I could make a mad dash after I was officially "brace-faced". I saw the bathroom as they were calling me to sit down in a chair. Once in a chair and lying down, I kept thinking I was home free. The only thought running through my head was that this process would be quick and easy.... or so I thought. First they had to check which size brackets I would be using-that took FOREVER. They kept matching different sizes to my teeth and realizing that the brackets and bands didn't fit on my teeth. I'm sure I was left alone for a good 15 to 20 minutes while the attendants working with my teeth were scurrying around to find different sized parts for my teeth. When they returned, they then put one of those large mouth expanders to start gluing on the brackets and bands. By this time, my bladder and I were both dying. I really wanted to ask if I could use the bathroom, but they told me to stay put, so Miss Shy Amanda stayed put as instructed.
As they were putting my bands on, my only thought was on my expanding bladder and knowing that I would not make it. With precision, my orthodontist placed each bracket on each tooth, and had to wait for each one to dry. I finally peed in my pants as they were asking me which color of bands I wanted to use. Incredibly embarrassing? YES! Everyone was hovering around me, asking if I was alright... and I kept thinking of how embarrassed I was. At least I no longer had to use the bathroom and could concentrate on getting the rest of my braces on, right? After they had all the wires and brackets in, I walked out and overheard the attendant at the window telling my mom that I had had an accident in there. She told my mom "we've had kids have accidents before; she was probably too nervous and wet her pants" or something like that. All I kept thinking of was how angry I was at my mom because she made the whole situation seem so desperate (getting to my appointment on time). I ended up hiding underneath a table afterwards, wanting to hide from the world, and my mom found me. We didn't say anything once in the elevator down. Once in the car, however, my mom tried to comfort me by telling me that "it was an accident".
Even after the incident, I remember going home and changing clothes and having to return to school for the rest of the day. I don't know that the rest of the family ever knew about what happened. :X But now the whole world knows, and I don't even think my dad ever found out.....
Oh, and by the way, I was 10 when that happened. A little old to be having accidents, don't you think?
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| Memories...I'm writing in here because I figure only a few people read this vs. the many more who might read the note if I posted it on fb, and I'm not really up for "sympathies". So, what exactly am I writing about?
Well--this week, a bunch of my friends from HS have been posting pictures from their senior year band banquet, prom, and all the end of the year activities. I couldn't help but remember how crappy senior year was for me--and how it all accumulated to a climax of nothingness at the end of the year. The memories I have of the end of my senior year were all ... bad. All I remember were the negatives--not getting into the college I wanted to go to, not being able to go to senior awards, no scholarships, no regalia at graduation, no awards at band banquet... the list goes on. I remember graduating and thinking Finally, I'm out of HS. I don't have to see El Dorado or anybody from high school anymore. I think it was last week when band had their final concert of the year, and I remember thinking how much I wanted to go, and nearly crying over the fact that I wasn't able to attend. What's changed within this year?
I think I've realized this year.. that there's more to life than band. I think that's the biggest insight that I've gained this year. I mean, of course, during marching season, it was nearly impossible to separate myself FROM band, but I think I put too much of my identity into band. Up until halfway through junior year, I remember thinking about nothing else but wanting to be section leader. When I finally got that thought out of my thick head, all I wanted to happen was be recognized for something--which didn't happen. I kept thinking--I sold my soul for 4 years, graduating as the only senior in the flute section, and what's happened?? NOTHING.
I think I've been given a breath of fresh air this year. I've developed more friendships by going out to lunch with people, and hanging out after classes. I've stayed active with music, but I haven't let music rule over my life. I feel more confident.... Being one of the youngest members in orchestra made me realize that I'm pretty capable on flute. I was never first "chair" flute player in flute choir, but I knew who I was better than.... I can't say that I have the perfect GPA (*gasp, even at community college!*), can't say that I'm the most sociable person in the world, but you know what? That's okay... As long as I don't let ONE AREA of my life consume the rest of me, I know I'll still be successful.
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| Summer!Not to make ya'll quarter system people jealous.... but I'm on summer break!! :D (have been on break since... May 21st?) :] wooo!!
what have I been doing lately? Facebook, eat, sleep, hang out with friends, read, listen to music, some more facebook, some TV, some more sleeping.
I wonder whether I'll get sick of this lifestyle in a few weeks... I remember thinking as a child, and WANTING to go back to school halfway through July. Well, I'm taking 2 "academic" summer classes this year--which will keep me thoroughly busy, right?
Oh, and there's the sleeping at awkward times thing as well. I go to bed around... 3AM, but I don't intend on sleeping, yet I do.... and then, I forget to turn off my lamp. :(
it's happened since Sunday night. I really wonder how much electricity I'm wasting for the family in these great economic times.... Oh, and I'm craving Yogurtland.
Bahhh!!! My flute teacher went on a "Yogurtland run" last night, and I responded to her status message saying ">[ no fair. I'm craving yogurtland right now." And you know how she responded? "Practice your scales. :)" Mehhh.
She set up this incentive thing for her students that... if we memorize ALL the scales (2 octave major/minor/whole tone) scales, she'd treat the students to .... whatever place they wanted to go. She kinda switched it up for me, because "officially", the rules are... "for every 60 points you earn, you'll be treated to... blah blah blah place". (one point for every scale--one octave major, 2 octaves major, etc). Well, considering I'm "not a 6th grader" [darn? 7 years too late? :P], she told me that she'd treat me out as a GRAND prize....--ALL my scales. So, this summer.... I get to learn ALL my minor scales. (which I have never done before...) Yay? | | |
| I Kinda...I kinda miss Aeries.
I was looking through photobucket the other day, and I saw a few screen shots that I feel compelled to share with the class. :)
I didn't know how to get my writing with Photoshop, so I simply used paint... :O
All my hard work creating the documents (I had more for individual classes-gov, econ, spanish, english)--but my parents eventually deleted them when they reformatted my dad's laptop. *tear* no more laughing at all my C's, D's, F's and missing HW from HS... :( Boo..
Mannnn. I miss Aeries. Earlier, I tried to get an account again using my ID number from HS and all that stuff.... we'll say I was trying to outsmart the system? Well.. it didn't work. Apparently either my ID doesn't exist anymore, or it was recycled and given to some random new kid on the block...
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