So I'm probably insane.

..but it's okay. All the best people are.
And I don't think this is a new development either.
When I was a small child I was afraid of severed hand I thought lived under my bed. I thought it was going to harvest my organs. When I walk alone I count my steps in a series of four (maybe this is because of marching band). I can spend hours dreaming up random senarios, screenplays, novels, and comics. I actually like McBride, Rubel and Talbot. Yeah, I'm insane. And have you heard the good news? I'm four-for-four on nervous breakdowns Monday-Thursday.

I've also been working on my crazy face.

Probably the best nervous breakdown ever.

So I had a bit of a nervous breakdown this morning. It was not triggered by anything in particular, just the average frustrations of governing the trombone section, partnered with insufficent sleep quality. But it did get a little interesting, because there was a point where I lost the use of my speech entirely, and didn't fully regain it for the rest of the day. So when I wanted something or someone's attention, I made incoherent noises until a) they start paying attention or b) I remember that I can in fact speak english. It was a little like this: 

but I have 2 elbows, not just one awkward one.

(although they are both sufficently awkward)

I hope my section realizes they are slowly killing me. Night, all.

"Ass" is not an adjective, its a noun.

I'm dreadfully sorry if you find the word "ass" to be objectionable, I personally try not to curse, but it would be difficult to write this post without "ass".

It has come to my attention that more and more people have began to use "ass" as an adjective. As in:

• "Hey man, thats a nice ass car!"
• "That's a cool ass bike"
• "That's a good ass sandwich!"

Initially this peeved me quite a bit, however, I have acquired a solution! Whenever someone says something is "nice ass ___" or "cool ass____" or what have you, I simply imagine they are talking about an ass-car, or an ass-bike, or a delicious ass-sandwich. So in a normally objectionable situation, such as

"Hey, John, that's a nice ass car!"
"Hey Dave! You've got a nice ass car yourself!"

I can simply deflate my anger by imagining this alternative situation:

And suddenly it all makes sense.

Why Noone cares what I say.

Dear followers, I think it's time you meet my imaginary friend.
His name is Noone, and he is an aweome 115 year old man with a killer beard and he knows when people are awesome. Noone is around me pretty often, and he really seems to like me. Like when people say:

 He's there in almost any situation where my spirit would normally be crushed.

Which is why I'm still writing this because I think Noone reads my blog.

Goodnight, Noone. <3

Adventure over.

Newport with my Girl Scout troop was AWESOME. really.
We have some of the most unique people in our troop, including parents.
This weekend we had:

(names coincide with picture below)
Me- Accident prone and awkward. And puns. SO MANY PUNS.
Rachel- Has the longest femurs ever. Well, maybe not ever. But they're long. She's also my best friend.
Jasmine- MAKES THE BEST FACES EVER. Really.
Jaqulin- Is a fantastic Jewish Filipino. And she's great. (yes, "Filipino" is spelt right... I checked.)
Katie- Is not weird like the rest of us, but she provides amazing commentary. Also muchies.
Alyssa- Provides hours of entertaining anecdotes, not to mention CANDY.
Maggie Riehn- Has an entrancing english accent. Loves birds, and knows about pretty much everything.
Pam Sheriff- Takes care of us! She's great. Also she is the s'more making champion of the world.
Aaron Keedy (dad)- ex-army officer, retired engineer, unemployed teacher. He has the best stories/jokes
Debbie Keedy (mom)-Kindergarten teacher. Plant enthusiast. Keeps me in line.

In any case, the weekend was pretty much amazing. We kayaked and biked and made s'mores and swam in the beautiful heated swimming pool at our "rural" campsite. My dad told weird funny stories and our troop finally got back to saying grace. But now I have a big painful bruise on the top of my foot and it's all swollen. Oh well.

Adventure?

Yes! Adventure!
My Girl Scout troop is heading out to Newport for the weekend.
(yeah, I'm a girl scout. get over it)
I hardly got any sleep because I'm SO FREAKIN EXCITED :D

OH MY GOD ITS TIME TO GO

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

My breif experience with manual labor.

As you may have guessed, I am not a huge fan of manual labor. Not that I abhor it, but I try to avoid it if I can. Tomorrow I am embarking on a Girl Scout adventure to Newport Beach. Which means my dad and I had to A) get our kayaks out of the barn and B) attach them to the top of his truck. It also meant I had to get out of my PJs on my day off and put on "work clothes" which I was not happy about.

Now this didn't seem to be a particularly hard task, until I opened the doors to the 3rd compartment of the barn, which houses our kayaks, but also crates of other things and random metal rods and sticks and broken glass on the floor. So here I was all alone (my dad was fixing the wheels on the trailer) against this huge mess, thinking of how we were going to get the kayaks down (they are attached to the ceiling by a homemade pulley system).

So I spent the next hour or so unloading all the stuff out of the barn, mostly with my palms because the gloves I was wearing only had 2 covered fingers on each hand. There were also spiders on pretty much everything. Including me. 

After that was done, We lowered the first kayak off the celing, and brought it over to my dad's truck with little trouble. The second kayak, however was not so willing, and knocked over all the stuff I had deemed "safe" to leave in there. So here my dad was, supporting most of the big 'ol kayak, covered in stuff that had recently fallen all over him. And he was a bit mad, but thankfully my dad is not like me and he is VERY used to physical labor, so he was okay just sitting there trying not to get crushed while I figured out the pulley.



After we got everything situated, we put the kayaks on the truck, and dad got out this little peice of rope and put some crazy knot he learned in the army in it and promised me it would work.

I guess we'll find out tomorrow.