Normally I'm a devout Facebook writer, but I think the DA community understands a more emotive subject matter in comparison.

That being said, let's emote.

"All In One Day"

I stayed up till 1230 Thursday night. Sounds strange right? Well for me, sleep just hasn't been the same in a while. I have shit to do EVERY day after school. On top of that, I give 100% physically in everything that I do. ...mentally...not so much. But anyways, because of this, when I FINALLY get home between 4 and 530 on weekdays (not including Fridays), I'm pretty fucking tired. Of course my first irrepressible instinct is to sit down, check Facebook, and probably make a sandwhich or something with protein to eat before dinner because I said from sleep issues which I'm still tryin to get to, I'm having an underweight issue due to STILL BEING FUCKING BETWEEN 130 and 135 LBS FOR 5 YRS NOW! So back to the sleep thing- Once I've satisfied all my relaxation cravings and done what I want to do, it comes out to be about 7 o clock and I've pretty much always got hw. There are many choices laid out here. Go to sleep and don't do a damn bit of it, go to sleep and tell yourself that you'll wake up early and do it but really you just keep hitting the freaking snooze alarm and telling yourself "oh it's not that much, it'll only take ___ min, keep hitting the snooze alarm and finally wake up regular time to get ready for school and simply STRESS all day rushing to get the hw done IN CLASS, do the hw that night and stay up late, do the hw that night and get done early and then stay up late still satisfying cravings of playing games, facebooking/you tubing, watching TV, and etc, OR do the hw that night get it done early and go to bed regularly and have a bright happy and sunshine filled tomorrow. I can honestly attest the last of these RARELY ever happens any more. So the reason this is all a problem is because for the past few weeks since school has started, at least one night in the week I've chosen the sleep all day route and maybe or maybe not have done the HW i should have done. This means 10 to 12 hours of sleep! To me that sounds just a little bit over excessive when it's NOT on a weekend. Oh...and drinking about half a pitcher of tea EVERY day doesn't really help. Yes Kate I'm probably going to have heart problems when I'm older, but I think going off of the research that drinking one glass of red wine every night helps heart health (once I'm over 21 of course) will counter that.


SO BACK TO THE POINT WHERE I FIRST STARTED


Yesterday (Friday) took a lot out of me considering I was running off of 5 hrs sleep. Got up as usual and had a big ass breakfast of bacon, bagel, mini muffins, milk, and OJ because my Grandmother number one- can cook her freakin ass off, and number two- I try to eat a lot on Thursday nights and Friday mornings when I'm over there to have the energy for Fridays when I really need it, and to get my weight/protein up. Btw the reason I'm so obsessed with proteins lately is because I've been informed that they solely contribute to muscle building. So I've tried to focus what I eat on that and on starches. The result, yes, my arms are getting bigger and you can start to see an outline of a 6 pack.


BACK INTO THE STORY AGAIN

Left from her house in Collierville with Anna about 6:35 as usual and took the interstate. During the course of which, I almost flipped the truck trying to get into the turn off onto Poplar to get OFF of the interstate because some motherfucker wouldn't let me by. Luckily, breaking while cutting at 45 mph helped to steady it a bit as I turned the wheels. A good wake-up call nonetheless. After that there wasn't much exciting except the start of a Character Analysis essay in first period english with Mrs. Fisher who is the BEST FUCKING ENGLISH TEACHER I'VE EVER HAD, Etymology test over 3 chapters in second period etymology, and in Physics we were given back our tests to correct them open book. Now comes the hard part. Fourth period ROTC. And it's still Cadet Challenge (physical fitness test) week. So what's on the agenda? The one thing I do extremely well in but literally kill myself in doing (hence the 100% physical part)- THE MILE. I finished with 7'06 just behind Tamar at 7'05 who sprinted with me on the last leg of the senior parking lot as we both gave it every fucking thing we had. So I sweated out breakfast at that point and downed 2 bottles of water. Lunch afterwards, it was hard to eat so I gave that moocher Layla my cookies and only ate my meatloaf sandwhich (left over orgasmic meatloaf from dinner thursday night. omfg if you ever have the chance, it's probably one of the best dishes my grandmother makes. Ketchup on the outide which the sweet counteracts the onion flakes she puts into the meat with some salt and other spices. It's orgasmic even for vegetarians I promise you), ruffles potato chips in the snack ziplock bag, and a green tea which I didn't find out until last week DOES have caffenine in it.

So half the day was gone. Now 5th period band. To understand why this was an issue you have understand what happened thursday. We finally got the new bass drums. Mine is the next to the biggest one at 28" wide and weighs I guess between 20 and 30 pounds...much heavier and bigger than my old one and becuase of it's comparison in size to the biggest one we've got has been dubbed "Big Bertha JR." The new drums however had an addition our old ones didn't. There is foam in the inner shell to deaden the sound so when you wang it, what you get is the equivalent of the bass boom from a subwoofer. NOT the bang that we're used to with the old ones. So Dennis (the Drum Captain who is probably our best player but has barely any leadership skills and conducts the Drumline like we are the only thing that matters about the band and doesn't care for the Director quite so much either) tells the Bass Line to open up the heads at practice and rip it out. The result f***s up the sound but barely does sound like the old ones. Wright (the Director) doesn't find out about it at our being pressured to keep quiet. So that day in class (back to Friday) I'm already exhausted from running and now have to put on a dead weight that comes up to my waist from the floor up and weighs a sixth or seventh of my weight completely. Wright still doesn't realize the sound rather sucks but the bell rings and in his mind we're ready for the football game that night. Spanish followed soon after in 6th Period and I honestly thought I would fall asleep at the game at this rate if I didn't find some miracle way to take a nap. Made it through that class as usual thanks to Brandon's sitting behind me and sharing my exhaustion before the Game that night.

Now the day's over.

HELL NO

Rifle Team-

For those that don't know this year I'm the Rifle Team Captain. That means it's my sole responsibilty for anything we do or don't do. So to help motivate those under me I had the "brilliant" idea of making t-shirts this year for the team to help motivate them. But I alone am guilty for ruining this plan. I got so hyped up to tell someone that I made the mistake of telling one of the team members rather than just waiting till today (Friday) to just say "these are our options." So what we have now is a leak of everyone and their grandmother coming up with suggestions of what they want. Now it's the end of the practice Friday and I finally have the chance to talk to them about it and show them mine and their ideas all at once. The solution, I simply told them "hey look at all these examples. guess what? we're not going with any of them." And turned the purpose around to letting them decide on how we would build the t-shirt by every minor factor. This did not turn out as I had planned though and from my view, I could barely get full attention from everyone while taking votes on the details while being interrupted with MORE SUGGESTIONS!!! The situation finally ended though and based on what they've told me I'll put it all together sometime and give them four FINAL examples to choose from. To put it simply, they need to earn the shirts first, so it will be held off for a while. BUT what made all of this even MORE stressful was the fact that Sgt Maj and Sgt Myers were standing there while I gave this briefing which also covered some issues I had with the rest of the team's behavior as well. So after all was said and done and people began to leave SGT MAJ comes up to me and says "see me in my office Monday morning before school" and doesn't allude to why in the least bit. I've decided since that it's either that I'm in trouble, I'm up for promotion FINALLY, or I'm going to have to be the one to make cuts to the team which is bigger than we can accomodate. Oh...and to make all of this worse, I shot my worst in a full year during the practice with a 165. None of this really helped that I was already extremely tired and exhausted of course.

FINALLY

the day is coming to an awful end with the football game with the band. and because I'm getting sick of writing I'm going to cut straight to the chase. During the first quarter Wright noticed that the drums were fucked up and proceeded to shout that he "better find out by monday who ruined these drums." Dennis immediately turns around and tells us to keep our mouths shut or else once Wright walks away angry. Well...it came to third quarter and everyone was on break. So I turned him in. Now Dennis faces being kicked off the Drumline which means us losing our best player and leader, my drum is still fucked up, and if anyone on the Line finds out about this I'm at risk to be shanked come Monday. Was it a good decision? It was moral yes. But there may be concequences still becuase of it. Regardless, Dennis's interest was never in being an honest and good leader and he frequently picked on people and blamed them for among other things "fucking up the rest of the Line." I asked Wright to keep my name annonymous and from what I understand he has.

And yeah.

All of this weight accumulated from one freaking day.

And I couldn't ask for more.