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Waking up naturally mornings is always nice.

So, now that I am in a better frame of mind, recap of life:

ORCHESTRA CONCERT (Fri night)

Mr. Boitz got very many presents. There was the usual senior gift, but as this is his 10th year at SHS, people felt we had more cause to celebrate.

BAND PRESENT

ADITYA: Blahblahblah, long speech... thank you Mr. Boitz, so much!
PEOPLE: Yay. Now for the present-
LAWRENCE: NUH-uh. Not yet! *steps up to mike*
LAWRENCE: So yesterday me and Aditya were talking about this, and we really had no idea what to say...
PEOPLE: /settles back down

(10 minutes later)

LAWRENCE: And we really couldn't think of anything to say, because there are just NO WORDS, you see...
PEOPLE: /snore

Literally, two girls behind me were whispering to each other, literally "could he shut up" or something of the like. I shhhhed at them for manners, but my heart wasn't in it. :(

On a side note, right before the concert we found out that Keropi and Tunaboy were coming.

SILLY KBOY: Adela Adela! I just got a call from Keropi! Did she call you?
ADELA: ...is she coming?
SILLY KBOY: I don't know! I think so?
ADELA: .___. Did you invite her?
SILLY KBOY: No... did you?
ADELA: No...
BOTH: o_____O;;
FRANK (on the phone): Oh hey, so you on your way? Oh yeah, that's- uh huh-
BOTH: ... FRANK IS THAT KEROPI /phone hijack

So they arrived, eventually. That is important for later events. Back to the band present!

LAWRENCE: And finally, we present to Mr. Boitz... /whips out box
ADITYA: GUITARHERO!!!
CROWD: Yayyyyyyyyyyy.

ORCHESTRA PRESENT (inherently cooler than the band present)

(Yang gives speech as several people push out a massive box from backstage)

AUDIENCE: ? Is there someone hiding in there?
MANAGERS: /tear apart the sides of the box
PAPER MACHE MANNEQUIN THING: I look just like Mr. Boitz! I am the same life-size height as Mr. Boitz! I am dressed in a tux, like Mr. Boitz! I even have carpet-like hair that resembles Mr. Boitz! And I am gripping a baton in my right hand, like a proper conductor!
MR. BOITZ: !!! /stands with hands on hips and glares @ mannequin
BOITZ CLONE: /glares back
AUDIENCE: HAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA

YANG (wryly): And, Mr. Boitz, we present you with your very own...
AUDIENCE: -HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA-
YANG: BATON HOLDER!!!

lmao.

MR. ZARCO'S GIFT

ZARCO: So the other day I got in touch with this old friend...
ZARCO: Through facebook...
AUDIENCE: lol.
ZARCO: And apparently she has now become- a CUSTOM CAKE DESIGNER!
AUDIENCE: How random!
ZARCO: So I called her up and thought it'd be a good idea to make Mr. Boitz... a CUSTOM CAKE! /whips out cake

(The cake appears to be a miniature tuba case, covered with the stamps you get on a case if you travel with it a lot, and there are ones from Australia and Europe and Hawaii and most everywhere Mr. Boitz has been. On top of the case sits a... miniature Mr. Boitz, completely with miniature baton and miniature glasses.)

ZARCO: I assure you, this cake is completely edible. Except for Mr. Boitz's glasses.

/amused

The concert itself went fairly well, if a bit - long - and speech-filled. Afterwards there was a party at Walter's house!

ADELA: But where is Walter's house?
EMILY: Never fear, just follow me!
KEROPI/TUNABOY: A party? Let's gate-crash it!
ADELA: Uh...
KEROPI: Don't worry, we'll just follow you.
ADELA: UH...

So then, this is what happens--

ADELA: It is very dark, and I can hardly see, but I am fairly sure that's Emily's car right there, the one she just got into...
HEADLIGHTS: /flash
CAR: vrooooooooom /starts up
ADELA: It is! It is!
CAR: VROOOOOOM. /speeds off
ADELA: ... uh. That's not very safe. Or very Emily-like... shit, wait for me!

(Adela tailgates "Emily" and Keropi tailgates Adela, very far down Sunnyvale)

ADELA: ...I am certain we are no longer in Saratoga. Perhaps she took a wrong turn. I shall call her to doub-
CAR AHEAD: /proceeds to U-turn
ADELA: Ah, maybe not?

(They backtrack for a short while, then the car ahead pulls into a Pho place.)

ADELA: ... no, I think I will call.
KEROPI/TUNABOY: ... want Pho?

hmmmmmm I forgot to mention the part where we stuffed Tunaboy into my trunk (because Cello was taking up the backseat, and Cello > Tunaboy any day) and drove - across the parking lot. Well of course, we had to give them a ride to Keropi's car, what were YOU thinking? Sheesh.

The actual party had pizookie, way too much food, a lot of noise, and a lot of people Keropi and Tunaboy did not know. There was also much waving, in that We Will Now Play a Silly Game and See Who Can Wave The Longest Before Their Hand Tires Out way.

I was amused by a number of things--

1. Old Harker acquaintances giving Keropi and Tunaboy strange looks.
2. Walter has a brother (LOL).
3. Kyle can't sing.
4. The senior gift T-shirts (various - each one had personalized messages on them. For example, "Franklin Yao - Straight as a Ruler" :3).
5. Theresa Yeh and Tiff Tseng came. I dunno, don't ask, I just find that funny. For no real reason.
6. REALLY SQUISHY SHAMUS. AND SQUISHIER SEALS. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~ ♥♥

...and that just about sums it up. Went home, wrote a mindless email that might have had some purpose but died because my brain fizzled out on me, went to sleep. yup.

I may have planned to write more, but I no longer remember, so I will stop here. yay!

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Sometimes you bump into the most unexpected people at the most unexpected times. ._____.

You know what's really annoying? When you're waiting for a left turn across a street with many lanes, and there's a big gap between the next two cars coming (on diff lanes), but the first car is going really, really slow, so by the time it passes you no longer have enough time to turn.

And, of course, behind the second car there's an unending stream of cars that make you wait another 3 minutes.

Ms. Sutton got pissed during rehearsal today and walked off. Most of us were rather glad to get off early. Perhaps if she weren't pissed all the time, half the time for no discernible reason (or, even when there is a legit reason, way overreacting and way exaggerating until everyone feels overwhelmingly that SHE is in the wrong and WE are in the right), she would have had more impact.

It made me think of Mrs. Kim canceling Cello Congress on us, and how the world just ended then. Right there. Poof and it was gone and we just sat there and couldn't believe it. And then I think about everyone crying and promising her we'll do it and do it right if we get a second chance, and how we meant every word of it and how everyone wanted to make things right so bad because we would regret it for the rest of our lives if we didn't. Then I think about Ms. Sutton with her airs and her yelling and her tantrums and her big, blasted ego and I just want to laugh because she does not know how to retain respect. She's like a spoiled kid that never grew up because no one ever bothered to put her in her place, and now she's 60 and it's too late and she's just going to go on living like that, and, what the hell - she makes herself miserable. She just doesn't see it, she can't see it because she is incapable of comprehending in any way that she is wrong. It makes me sad, in a way. Why? Can't she see how much happier she would be if she didn't insist on acting this way? But it's rooted in her nature now. 60 years does that to a person.

When I honestly think about it, the best teachers I've had aren't the ones that yell and chide and reprimand. They are the kind of teacher that, when you're doing badly, don't even say anything. They just maybe give you a look, and you can tell they're disappointed, but then they shake their head and go on doing the best they can with what you've got, and then oh BOY do you feel bad inside. And you go home and you work like crazy so you won't disappoint your teacher the next time, and on those occasional days when the corners of their eyes crinkle in a smile and they give you a rare compliment, gosh, you're so happy you're almost fit to bursting.

I think what Ms. Sutton doesn't understand is that repetition takes the worth out of some things. That's just how it is.