Week Thirty

Wow, thirty weeks of this, amazing. My story this week comes from Friday night. Some of my pals and I were going to head on over to a corn maze to get in the Halloween spirit but the weather said otherwise. Instead of participating in a corn maze, we all went to my friend's house. We watched Mean Girls, which I must say was a pretty funny movie, and had a blast. His dog was somewhat bothersome during the movie but all in all it was a night to remember. Before the movie had started I think I suggested getting tattoos or something of the sort but dissapointingly, we didn't have the tools. What we did have though, were sharpie markers. I made a pretty cool design, in my opinion, on my arm. It was multi-colored and super awesome. At the end of the night, almost midnight, someone thought they had seen someone moving in the back yard. That freaked me out so I sort of stayed close to anyone just in case a murderer did come out, that way, whoever I was with could help me bring down the murderer. Danfred and I had some talking bits and then got to my house. Danfred left and I went to sleep, end of an amazing night.

Week Twenty-Nine

The entire week, my Biomedical Sciences class had been preparing for a trip we were going to take on Friday. We got to the institute Friday morning around eight thirty or so and were seated in a large room. We took notes on some powerpoints about the company and medical interventions. We started learning about Atherosclorosis, the constricting of the blood vessels, and watched an Angioplasty, a medical procedure to cut out a section of the Aorta and replace it with a graft. I managed to watch that just fine but then the presenter started talking about more operations and showing more graphic images. I started tell myself then "Don't get sick, you won't get sick, don't worry you're fine." and other things like such. Well a few more minutes into the presentation I started getting lightheaded so I got up and walked to my teacher. I said to her "I'm feeling lightheaded." and her response was "I can tell, you aren't looking to good." She and I started walking to the back of the room to get some space and not even five steps into it my vision started to dissapate. I remember passing the trash can and her asking if I was okay, I answered her by saying "I can't see." and then the next thing I knew I was laying horizontally on a bed of chairs with four or five people around me. I jerked awake and heard people telling me I was going to be okay and then it hit me. I had fainted. I quickly understood that and just laid my head back down thinking "Well shit, now I'm 'That Kid'" It almost happened another time but I was quick enough to move and get into a better position for a more efficient blood flow. At that point though I realized I wouldn't be able to last four more hours listening and seeing these things. I left and went home to lay down and rest. It was an interesting experience for me being the first time I have ever passed out.

Week Twenty-Eight

I have two stories this week.

Thursday night, the marching band went to a school to play with the younger kids in their marching band. Me and my partner in music, Chandler, decided to let one percussionist play our tenors during a cadence. I think this boys name was Troy, or maybe it was Clay, I honestly can't remember his name but it was short. When he stepped up to play I tried to teach him the rhythm and notes. I told him that we will be playing when Jared taps off in a certain manner and then demonstrated the tap-off. Well, when I started teaching him the notes, Jared tapped it off. I had no time to teach him and just had to let him free in the deep end. He did pretty well and I let him know when we finished. He was really great for his first time playing and he looked so happy. I knew I had made his night and probably got him on the path of music. When we did finish a few of his friends came over and told him how cool he was. Later on in the evening he caught up with me and thanked me for coming out and playing with his band and also letting him play the tenors with me. I had a huge smile on my face and I gave my gratitude to him for inviting us to play. I really do believe that he will stay in percussion for the next few years of his life. Who knows maybe he will become famous and find me later on in life.

Friday night was a blast as well. After the football game, me and a few friends went to Taco Bell. It was fun, we had laughs, jokes were flying, and friends were around. We started telling stories and I was very stressed with mine. It lasted a long while, which I knew it would, I always turn twenty minute stories into four hour lectures. I had to go to the bathroom just fix my composure. I didn't want to see anyone worry about me, and my eyes would have been a dead give away to my anxiety. It was good I had my sunglasses, aviators, you can wear them anywhere, they are effective and stylish. Anyway I finished my story, heard some more, learned some things, had a great time, and fell asleep. It was a great night and I'm glad I decided not to be an introvert.

Week Twenty-Seven

Nothing Happened that's worth talking about, I'm sorry I didn't post this when I should have. (A week ago.)

Week Twenty-Six (Explicit)

This weeks story is from Friday. It was late, maybe eight or nine 'O' clock. I hadn't walked my daily amount and I wanted to reach my goal so I went for a walk. It was pretty inclimate weather though. It was storming pretty bad and I was told not to go out because of the chance of getting struck by lightning. See where this blog is going now? Anyway I was walking along the sidewalk when I see lightning strike down and touch the earth, it was maybe half a mile to a mile away. I was carrying an umbrella because it was raining fairly hard as well. As soon as the bolt touched the ground I let go of my umbrella and dropped to my knees. The residual electricity had reach me by what's known as a side splash. When the electricity jumps from an object to a person. My umbrella had conducted it and sent it to my hand. It was like one of those shock pen jokes only one-hundred times worse. My hand felt like it was being stabbed with thousands of needles all at once and then suddenly being turned to stone. I couldn't feel my hand for maybe five minutes afterwards. I have a few bruises on my hand now because the electricity charged my blood cells and literally made them pop. I first noticed them yesterday but they're almost all gone now. Honestly, it hurt like a bitch but I'm sort of glad I had the experience to feel what it was like to be struck by lightning, granted it was such a lower voltage than actual lightning.

Week Twenty-Five

Friday, our first football game. For Marching Band that is. Not much happened, it was an okay game but we ended up losing, 23 to 29. It was a typical Marching Band show. I thought we were okay, not the best... actually we weren't that good at all. We had people missing, we had people leave early, we had people that didn't know their music... It was a horrible show now that I think about it. What a way to start off the season.

Week Twenty-Four

Sorry, not much happened this week that I feel I should talk about. Sunday would probably be my weekly story though. It was just a good day over-all, I looked good, I felt good, and it was a generally good day. I went on a drive, saw some friends at Wally World, ate a steak. Yup, good day.