| What the hell? |
[19 Feb 2008|03:56pm] |
There are no popular songs at all that are written for Bass II's. None, I tell you, none. God damn, this shit is frusterating.
*goes back to looking*
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| Wow, this P.O.S. again. |
[12 Feb 2008|04:02pm] |
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Hello, ladies and gentlemen, well, really lady cause the only person who on my friends list that even updates this thing anymore is Marge. It's been since the 28th of September since I've updated this journal, and I would like to give the whole giant speech on how I've changed as a person, how I've grown and gotten better.
But I don't like lying.
Nothing really has happened other than the fact that I've gotten bitter about life as a whole. I had a talk with my little brother today (well, he was kinda sitting there with headphones on, pretending to pay attention), and it was about sucking, and how people suck. We never are great at anything, we can be okay, we can be good, but greatness for someone who is sitting at his computer in Hollidaysburg, PA isn't something I am destined to ascertain.
It came from me trying (note) to play my Euphonium today that I came to this conclusion. I have always been 'good' at the Euphonium, and always 'good' enough to get to the next level by following this once simple rule - "You don't have to be great, you just have to suck less than the other person does." Which I did, and that works to a certain level and then it stops. So, I kept trying (and I will do it again once I'm done updating this, followed by me doing homework due 2 weeks ago and filling out something that should have been filled out 4 years ago), and eventually went back to my old friend - World of WarCraft.
It's interesting how much you can learn about yourself and other people through a simple computer game. Just a few months ago, I was given a rank, a post in my 'guild' (something that is a group of people who do stuff together), and I ran that posistion until I resigned when I went on vacation throughout the summer. When I returned I stayed and I just watched a bunch of people and it's absolutely amazing how much petty shit people will get worked up over. I got my post back and started to run things, and just looking at the people who were trusted to my power. It's a weird thing having power to make or break whatever someone is trying to do, just to have it (I rarely exercised it). Finally, though, on January 9th of this year, I got something. To get into details it was called a Thunderfury, which was something extremely hard to get, there were fifty people involved at least in helping me achieve it and it was a reward from all the work that I had done to help others earlier. I was extremely happy, because I could now be great at something. I had something that would make me a step above people, I had worked hours and hours and hours and hours to getting it, and finally all that work had paid off.
I went back and did my little thing of playing against other players and I wasn't too good at it, and finally I figured out that I just needed to work a bit harder, and thus, it paid off. So, is Alexmeria (my world of warcraft character), a simple reflection of who I am as a person? I would help when I could, but when I couldn't I would make up excuses. Excuses for failure, excuses for mediocrity, and excuses for all the things I couldn't get straight away. Recently our guild disbanded, due to infighting and failure of other people. Someone with power cannot do it alone, they need help, nomatter how much they would like to deny it.
Finally, I would like to get back to another thought about sucking, and it hurts me to write this because I'm not entirely sure if it's true or not. I'm a Catholic, an attempt at being a very, very, faithful Catholic, and I have a simple question - Does Catholicism condone sucking? It says that the prideful shall fall, that the ones who are last will be first, and the first shall be last. It seems that Catholicism says that there is something wrong with being great, I heard awhile back "It's okay to be proud of what your talents are, the problem occurs when you believe they come from you, and not from God." So is that trying to be a limitation in what we are to do and how we are to live, or is that just a safe-guard for the poor and suffering believers. A doctrine for poor and suffering and sucky people, and then another one for the great ones?
I don't know, what do you think?
Peace out.
-Peter
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| Stamp of Disapproval |
[28 Sep 2007|04:27pm] |
It has been over a month since I have updated. Fuck, it's been almost a half year. In that past half of a year, I did a lot of things. I changed quite a bit, at least I feel a lot different. I came to a couple different ideas and conclusions. My dislikes and likes of people and things shifted. But, enough of the formalities.
Today sucks. You know, it was supposed to be the most perfectest day in the world. So perfect to warrant a double superlativce. But, instead it just went into a bad day. It is just....this week, it's of the worst weeks I've ever had. I should go get myself a detention so I can top the whole bitch off. You know when something happens that you had wanted for awhile, means nothing to anyone except you, and it passes you by?
Twice?
You look back at the circumstance, and sure you can be angry at yourself or angry at everyone else, but the fact of the matters is that circumstances dictated what happened. It was your fault totally, so there is nobody to be angry with but yourself.
Twice.
You say to yourself that you can't get this unlucky again, when the second time around it was even worse than the last time and even more out of your control. I guess sometimes the ball must not bounce the right way.
Twice.
I guess it had a lot of spin on it.
So I just switch out my Neutral Milk Hotel for a little bit of Smashing Pumpkins. 1979 to be exact, the year my parents got married. Holding no consequence to the song. I have a Rolling Stone's concert tonight that I'm going to be late for, and once again - out of my control, which makes it even more frusterating. It always bothers me about things that I cannot change. You want to really bad, but there is nothing that can be done about it. A lot of people outside of you may get angry, but they don't see it the way you do that you are actually angrier and more disappointed that it didn't go the way it should have. Or the way that it might have, or the way it had been planned.
But, fuck it, it happens, and I don't want any double meanings in this. So take it as it is, because there is nothing hidden at all.
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| Off to Florida |
[04 Mar 2007|02:25pm] |
That's pretty much it. I get to go away for awhile. I hope you all enjoy yourself, don't cause too much trouble, and if you want to come and rob my house, don't take anything too valuable. Thanks.
Stay safe, lots of love from your resident communist.
-Peter
P.S. I'll call to check up on you people, so don't think I'm completely abandoning you.
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[14 Feb 2007|09:25pm] |
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Ween - Greatest Hits |
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Happy Valentine's Day. I would like to apologize to everyone, at least all the females that read this from school. I meant to get carnations, but alas, in very Peter Rea like fashion. Tried to by them a day after the last we were allowed to. So everyone I didn't get to today, you get a free hug, unlimited supply, from Peter.
Hope you all had a good one. I know mine could have been better.
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| Thank you, demented_yam |
[08 Feb 2007|03:38pm] |
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Pulled this thing off of the tidesofblood forums today, and it's just the great thing for the liberal, communist, Catholic that I am.
Twelve Reasons Same-Sex Marriages Will Ruin Society
1. Homosexuality is not natural, much like eyeglasses, polyester, and birth control.
2. Heterosexual marriages are valid because they produce children. Infertile couples and old people can't legally get married because the world needs more children.
3. Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.
4. Straight marriage will be less meaningful, since Britney Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage was meaningful.
5. Heterosexual marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are property, blacks can't marry whites, and divorce is illegal.
6. Gay marriage should be decided by people not the courts, because the majority-elected legislatures, not courts, have historically protected the rights of the minorities.
7. Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.
8. Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.
9. Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.
10. Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why single parents are forbidden to raise children.
11. Gay marriage will change the foundation of society. Heterosexual marriage has been around for a long time, and we could never adapt to new social norms because we haven't adapted to cars or longer lifespans.
12. Civil unions, providing most of the same benefits as marriage with a different name are better, because a "separate but equal" institution is always constitutional. Separate schools for African-Americans worked just as well as separate marriages for gays and lesbians will.
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| I'm back |
[15 Jan 2007|11:40am] |
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Got 5th out of 9, my tryout was almost utter crap and it really sucked because I practiced this one song for a long time, and ended up completely whiffing it at the tryout. The other song I did was very well, and they took the top 6.
I still have 3 midterms to take, the AP English one, the European History one, and a band one, which that one won't give me too many problems.....
....and the Steelers won...
...other than that I am not too happy.
Goodnight.
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| Along with other things..... |
[09 Jan 2007|04:08am] |
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Packers 17, Vikings 34, and that's just one thing to make a weekend not so great. I got World of WarCraft on Wednesday and started playing it and am doing the same thing I did last time and I now realize how that game can suck your soul out of your body. It's evil, it's addictive, and since I'm paying month by month with someone else's money I sorta feel compelled to play it as much as humanly possible.
Favre threw 4 int's today, and 1 (a case can be made for 2) were actually his fault. It was frusterating, it was annoying, and somehome they came back to cut the lead to seven and then a defensive collapse. They said it was one of the best games the Vikings had played all season, but it was probably the worst the Packers had all season (except that Philly game). So, go Eagles, you get the Vikings next week, and I want you to blow them to royal fuck.
So, all-around waste of a weekend that I should not have wasted, but...fuck it. I'll figure something out.
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| Two years ahead of ya. |
[03 Jan 2007|06:29pm] |
Do you concur? Why, yes, I daresay I do.
Yeaaaah, I'm home, after much overcast Florida days I am home. It was enjoyable, and here is the basic rundown of what went on, in a list form because I love lists so much.
Dec. 22 - Got out of school and drove to someplace about 60 miles north of the VA-NC border
Dec. 23 - Drove some more and reminded myself that this was the very day that I contracted food poisoning from a Subway in South Carolina....guess where I ate? That's right, a Subway in SC, no food poisoning this time, though
Dec. 24 - Highlight of my day was the Packers game against the Vikings, I freaked my grandmother out by jumping around when they scored
Dec. 25- Christmas, opened gifts from Santa even though we were lacking a chimney, and basically just hung around
Dec. 26 - Parents Anny number 27, thanked them for that, wouldn't be updating if it wouldn't have happened
Dec. 27 - Went to the Salvador Dali museum in Tampa, nice place, and it had a thing called a lobster phone which essentially was what it stated - a lobster-shaped phone. I wanted one. Played the most intense game of Risk with John, Stephanie, Jay, and my cousin Seth (except he really sucked).
Dec. 28 - Stephanie and Jay left and we drove to Disneyworld, score. We headed over to Epcot and went to the World thingie and were going to eat in Morocco except they screwed up our reservation so we ended up eating at a Mayan place. I had fried cheescake, which I now declare to be the greatest invention of the civilized world.
Dec. 29 - MGM studios, a great time, did stuff that I had done there before. Watched a show, and went on a new roller-coaster there which was fun.
Dec. 30 - New Years Fucking Eve. I can't put it any plainer than that. I hate New Years, there are some circumstancial things that can change that, but for the time being. I hate New Years. Had fun though going around playing video games. I pounded some guys as my Packers in Madden and then Joseph, John, and I proceeded to be spanked around by a 10 year old girl in Dance Dance Revolution (this was done at a place called Disney Quest, which had a bunch of VR things and a ridiculous amount of video games).
Jan. 1 - More Epcot and The Magic Kingdom, I got to ride the tea-cups, which made my day.
Jan. 2 - Finished up shopping and started the drive home.
I had a lot of time to think on this trip, and after a lot of thinking I still realize that I am a very confused person. Came home, looked at the LJ and about everything else.
I'm about ready to explode, and am very tired from all of this vacationing. It's nice to get back to a normal school thing. Packers are in the playoffs, and if you really want to know more about my Florida adventure, I'll be home. Until then, be careful, watch your back, because....well, we can leave that to your imagination.
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| My Christmas Parting |
[21 Dec 2006|05:31pm] |
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Once again I will not be home for the holidays. I will be south of all of you in Tampa Bay, Florida. I like the song I'll be home for Christmas if only in my dreams, but, home is where the heart is, which makes everything terribly confusing some days. So, here is my parting message to all of you.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. For my Jewish readers you can have a happy belated Hannukah, and for the Canadians, you may have a very wonderful boxing day. Enjoy it, it's a break, don't bicker and go out and have some fun. In large part I don't understand a lot of the things, but, it's Christmas, it isn't that hard or complex or difficult.
Stay safe, every single one of you. I care for you all and love you.
Yours always
-Peter
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| Control |
[16 Dec 2006|06:10pm] |
Controlled persons are always nervous because deep down turmoil is still hidden. If you are uncontrolled, flowing, alive, then you are not nervous. There is no question of being nervous - whatsoever happens, happens. You have no expectation s for the future, you are not performing. Then why should you be nervous?
To control that mind, one has to remain so cold and frozen that no life energy is allowed to move into your limbs, into your body. If energy is allowed to move, those repressions will surface. That's why people have learned how to be cold, how to touch others and yet not touch them, how to see people and yet not see them. People live with clichès - "Hallo. How are you?" Nobody means anything. These are just to avoid the real encounter of two persons. People don't look into each other's eyes, they don't hold hands, they don't try to feel each other's energy, they don't allow each other to pour - very afraid, somehow just managing, cold and dead, in a straitjacket.
Thank you, SubVerTIgo.
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| Who Knew Circus Marches Could Be This Fun |
[09 Dec 2006|10:10pm] |
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Alright, my title may seem a bit odd, but in fact it's the truth. I received my district music today, and one of our songs has been one of the most played songs but I have never gotten to a go at it. Rolling Thunder. It's a circus march in which my section gets the meledy almost the entire song, and it's at 159...and in cut time (for those who don't know what that means I'll translate - That's really damn fast...not just fast, REALLY fast). So, I played that a few times, and the quote from my music teacher was "If you play that song any faster, your baritone would explode". It just makes me happy to be able to try something that fun, and pretty hard too.
Today was interesting besides my musical experiences. Espescially after people being told to shove chemistry books up our asses (I didn't have a chemistry book with me, so I guess it didn't apply.) Then we got on a tangent in government (big suprise there), and did more Alexander. I was sick today and couldn't get to sleep in AP English, I would get horridy uncomfortable with getting cold then hot really fast, and it just was bad. Then I messed around for the rest of the day. It was probably one of the most useless days of school I have ever had, and in which case made it go fast and slow at the same time.
Stuff is kinda bleah as of late. I've settled into a better rythm which is getting stuff done more readily and easier than I have, but there are always are those clouds over you. But, I guess that you don't get wet if you don't step outside, which is okay, but you'll have to do it eventually or you don't get to see more life. I do like rain some days.
/me Likes speaking in metaphors
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| My Christmas Pirating |
[06 Dec 2006|10:23pm] |
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It isn't until you actually want something you don't realize how impossibly hard it is to find. I swear, nobody on the face of the earth has ever sang "Bring a Torch, Jeanette, Isabella". I struck it gold when I found the King's Choir singing Coventry Carol, absolutely amazing, probably one of the best songs I have heard. We have our Bing Crosby, and our Muppets, and I guess that Christmas is the one time of year that I will allow myself to pirate music. Katherine suggested some bands to try out and she wanted to see if I liked them so I'll binge so I can hold off the rest of the year. Utterly ridiculous, I don't want a techno version of "Lo, How a Rose 'Er Blooming". Is that too terribly much to ask?
And remember tomorrow, how can you forget? A date which will live in infamy. I could get on a tangent here but it's 10:38 at night.....
The days have been dragging along, and I for one am getting very tired. I think it is a general theme around everyone, my dad jokingly had the suggestion that there must be a mono epidemic running rampant through the school. That could be it, but lack of sleep and good sleep can be blamed on a lot of things. I pray for Wednesday, and then for Christmas break and I pray for snow. I love snow, it's so white and pretty and pure and nice and cold.
Concerts out the butt this weekend. I'll be singing/playing in one on Sunday and I will be watching one containing the big brother on Saturday. I hounded Yingling to give me a complete script before all of the other parts were cast, so I have that to look over Christmas break. Have a marvelous day and goodnight.
Until then, lully, lullay.
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child.
By, by, lully, lullay.
O sisters, too, how may we do,
For to preserve this day;
This poor Youngling for whom we sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.
Herod the King, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day;
His men of might, in his own sight,
All children young, to slay.
Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,
And ever mourn and say;
For Thy parting, nor say nor sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.
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| For my own reference |
[29 Nov 2006|04:16pm] |
I have no where else to write this down, so I guess I need to mark this day on a calander somewhere.
3-6 1-6 7-5 6-3
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| Here we go |
[10 Nov 2006|10:48pm] |
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History repeats itself. History repeats itself. History repeats itself. Itself...itself...itself.....
and there is no such thing as coincidence.
Knowing those two things always gives you some funs thing to figure out. How do you make sure that history does not lay it's heavy blow on you as it did on someone else who you know, and what to do with your coincidence and what it means.
I have a four day weekend this time around, probably going to be wasted eating, sleeping, playing tennis, doing manual labour and selling my soul to Blizzard Entertainment (aka playing Diablo 2). I'm sure I'll find something to keep myself entertained, but I need some sort of very big project to do....well shit...I guess I do have a couple. Nevermind that.
Thank you nursery rhymes.
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| Plowing Through the Snow |
[08 Nov 2006|10:05pm] |
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Every single post I've had since about mid-June has been 2 years ahead. It's fun to have it that way and everything thrown off. I could back-date and fix it, but it's nice to keep it that way. Today, I went to Washington D.C.
I woke up early, not much abnormal to me (it wasn't like I was sleeping terribly much anyway) and threw on some clothes that I had set out the night before so I wouldn't have to find them and headed on my way. I jammed out as normal on the way to and fro, and saw something new this time. I had never been to the WWII monument up there, it was alright, I can't say it has much on the FDR one, though.
We had our excitement about safe-sex talks from a man who needed money because he had AIDS. We had another one come up to us asking for money, and I went around, learned some new....things.
It wasn't bad. It wasn't great. But, people are really starting to make me angry. You see, there are things called promises, and promises are meant to be kept. When they aren't, I am not a very happy camper. But, it's whatever now, it has been whatever for a bit.
I wish I could make this more interesting, but I guess interesting hasn't been me as of late.
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| Uhhh Ohhhh |
[07 Nov 2006|04:16pm] |
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Played soccer today, intramural style and we almost had to forfiet because some of our players weren't showing up. Thanks Ashley Helsel and Dani Williams, we appreciate it, but we had enough so we went out there and were down 4-1 at half time and then were up 8-6 with a minute to go and gave up two quickies so we tied. Brady scored 5, I scored 2, and I think Ryan Craig had the other one. It was a good time, but I have a problem.
During the middle of the game my hip started hurting quite a bit. This has been happening and I like to think it has to do with the way that I pivot because it didn't hurt as much after cross country races, but it did today and it does during and after tennis. I really hope that it isn't terribly serious, because....I just don't want to think about that.
Hershey was nice except for the fact that I couldn't sleep. We lost in the first round but that beautiful PIAA put the silver medalists (Scranton Prep.) against the bronze medalists (Us) of last year. That's utterly ridiculous to put a semi-final match as the first round one. I looked at this match and then looked at the other matches down the way and all I could do was shake my head. We would have slaughtered most of the other teams in the draw. Pria lost first round, as did the Karchers, but Caitlin did very well, and she either got 3rd or 4th. I went home before that match occured.
Steph and Jay flew in this weekend, and it turns out that Jay's sister stopped by as well, so we're having a party for my uncle and my dad, and that's going to be in about a half-hour. Trip tomorrow, can't say I'm all that excited for it. I havn't been excited for school much lately.
Happy Belated Guy Fawkes Day!
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[04 Nov 2006|04:41pm] |
I'm going away for the next few days. I get to go down to Hershey with the excuse of watching girls play tennis, which I will be doing, but you know us - it's an excuse for something. My sister and her husband are flying in and we are all going down to celebrate my dad's birthday down there. We'll be pretty much wasting time over the next few days a few hours away. I like it for one reason of getting away from it all, and dislike it for the exact same reason. I'll be back though. I always come back.
I'm extremely glad that this week for me is over. It isn't that it was a bad week, which it kinda was, but it was that I'm very tired. I havn't been sleeping well and unfortunately that takes more than a weekend away to fix. I got my report card yesterday with my solid 95.14 GPA, best ever that I have had. My reasoning is that I finally had a year where all my classes are in English, so that has me doing better.
Alright, kids, I'm out. Have a fucking good weekend. If you need to contact me, I should be able to give you that info maybe. If not, some of you have cell phones programmed into yours. Good day, be safe.
Please be safe.
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