My boyfriend can really be a jerk.

UGH.

Sunday was the Bowling Green Handbell mass ring.  It was great.  We ate a lot of food – especially the AWESOME brownies Lexie made – and ended up having not too terribly much to carry.  (Thanks to Mom and Trevor – for different reasons.)

Then, when we were practicing the last song, the brass quartet and the timpani player came in.

The timpani, by the way, isn’t a sissy little woodwind instrument, like we thought it would be.  Those are some big, badass drums.  And according to my sister, the timpani player was cute, in a Mikey Way sort of way.  And Mikey Way is pretty cute.

The first thing we noticed about the brass quartet was how awesome they sounded when they were playing with us.  The second thing was that all of them were wearing solid Oxford shirts – except one of the trombone players.  He had a striped shirt on.

Amy Waters was pretty annoyed about this.  “Everybody else is wearing solid colors.  Did he not get the memo?”

Anyways, Stripe-Jack (my name for him) had this really pretty, curly hair, like a certain ex-boyfriend of mine, only more golden-brown than just plain brown.  I pointed this out to Christina, who kind of nodded.  We then proceeded to name the rest of them so that they matched the Ryan Killers, a band of guys from our high school.

The one in the red, who played trumpet and sat across from Stripe-Jack, was Keith.  The other trumpet player, who was wearing green and is highly likely to have actually been named Davis, was Bobby.  The other trombone player, who was sitting next to Stripe-Jack and not playing in nearly so hyper a fashion, was Keith and a Half.  (He was bigger by half a head and half a body around than Keith.)

The ring was awesome, though.  The best pieces were Allegro Spiritoso, which was the first piece, and the final piece.  I can’t remember what it was, but I’ll probably remember at about 11 tonight when I’m trying to sleep.  The music was so pretty!

EDIT:: I looked it up - it was “Guide Us, O God of Grace.”

I’m going to try another query letter.  I’m not sure if this is good and shows my determination, or bad and shows that I don’t know when to stop.  But either way, isn’t it a good thing?  I hope so.

I’m feeling a little bit desperate about it.  It’s so scary.  And disappointing, when I get a form letter in return.

Surprisingly, though, I got an offer to submit to an up-and-coming e-zine.  From a guy who really liked a story I wrote.  That felt good.

Well, off to work.

December 7, 1941: the Japanese attack the base in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.

The above is a short old video clip about the attack on Pearl Harbor that I found on YouTube this morning.

December 7, 1941. “A day that will live in infamy…”

I’m not alone anymore!

One of my noodles are on WordPress now.  Yippee!  Check out Starblood’s Blog – http://starblood.wordpress.com - for all sorts of interesting stuff.  Like gothness.  (Is that a word?)

This is new.

I mean, yes, I’ve blogged before.  With a Xanga, three Blogger blogs, and a LiveJournal account to keep up with – not to mention a MySpace blog, although that has terrible features – I’ve got plenty to keep me busy.

There’s plenty of other writing I have to do, as well: with my novel, The TECH Project, its sequel, and the other novels, short stories, poems, and songs I find to write.

But I’ve been reading a few blogs, which were both hosted here on WordPress, so I decided to give it a try.