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| "OMFG, MITCHELL!! Update your site!!! Like, omygosh, I, like, can't function without it! Omg! Make an update!!!" [Ten minutes later] "OMG, MITCHELL!! Why haven't you updated your site yet??? OMGOMGOMGOMG update it now!! Now!!! Go do an update!! Aaaaah!!" [Two weeks later] "MITCHELL!!! GO UPDATE YOUR F#@KING SITE ALREADY!!! ITS BEEN WEEKS!!! WEEKS!!! UPDATE YOUR SITE!!! GAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"Yeah, these types of reactions are what I've been getting lately...so I figure it's time to make an update. (Hey, it's still more than maddox has updated.) Today's update took freakin' forever to write, but it needed to be done. This is the first of a two-part special on the Langly HS Orchestra trip to boston. In this post, you'll find out about eeeverything that went on in Boston, in text. No video...yet. I'm almost done with the video, and it'll be done and uploaded within the next week or so. It's interesting what kind of stuff happens on these trips...stuff you'd never imagine. Stuff that might not exactly be "appropriate" to put on this site deemed "safe for kids" in the meta tags. oooh...how scandalous. The trip was, in a word.... ...ironic. Absolutely nothing went totally according to plan, which resulted in total discord and chaos. This was due to the fact that nobody knew what the hell was going on half of the time, and the other half of the time, whatever we were supposed to be doing when totally wrong anyway. The trip can be categorized in the following major events, in chronological order: The Bus Ride There They told us eight hours. Eight hours, and we would be at Boston. We were all totally excited and ready to go...after all, eight hours is a long time, but I had my iPod. Heh heh. The bus was a lot of fun. For the first three hours. There's only so much you can do to entertain yourself on one of these busses. We watched movies 'n such, (including "Bruce Almighty," which i've seen upwards of eighty thousand times) and messed around, but after the first few hours we were SO BORED. So what to do? Why, make a puppet out of a paper bag, of course. It's name was Maria. Born out of bordem, and kept alive out of insanity, Maria was a paper bag with a poorly-drawn face on it. Kevin (k) commenced speaking for Maria in a scratchy high-pitched and comical fashion. Yes, that's right, we digressed to the point of kindergardeners, but this "Maria" entertained us for literally hours, until finally somebody got so annoyed with it that they ripped it up. Oh well. So yea, the rest of the trip we basically just slept...in pleasurable company, i might add ;)...but the trip ended up taking...no joke...twelve hours. Twelve hours. Twelve hours. That is a very, very, very, very, very long time to spend on a single bus. But anyway, we got there eventually, and were all dead tired. And we fell asleep almost right away, because we had to play FIRST thing in the morning . Saturday, Day One We got up, and we played. We played at the Heritage Festival in a really, really, really sweet high school...they had seperate bathrooms for "boys" and "men," and "girls" and "women." Honestly. I was so freakin' nervous...remember, i had to play alone with janet. The orchestra as a whole wasn't preforming at it's greatest, but it was early, and we'd stayed up 'till one discussing the love exploits of Jin. We played sub-par, and it wasn't our greatest. But we all knew this trip wasn't about orchestra anyway. But the afternoon was, in my opinion, the second greatest part of the trip...due to it's adherence to the overall theme of irony in this trip. We were supposed to go to Six Flags on Saturday, and we did. It was a two hour bus ride there, and two hours back also. An hour into the trek to Six Flags, it started raining. A lot. And when we got there, it was POURING down rain. I said to myself, "There's no way they're gonna make us go to six flags in the rain." But they did. The entire Six Flags trip can be summed up into one word: wet. Mr. Clendaniels (our prinicpal, who came with us on the trip) was nice enough to buy us all ponchos...but the ponchos did next to nothing, so we were all soaking wet the whole time. It was enjoyable, though...I especially liked the age-guesser guy. You know those dudes in the booths that try to guess your age/height/wieght and if you win you get a prize? We did it, and I chose age. Guess how old he thought I was? Seventeen. Honest to god, he though I was seventeen. Three years off (I'm fourteen). That made my year...I can now officially pass for seventeen. And if that's not enough, later we went back to the same booth and did it again with a different person (some girl), and they thought I was seventeen too!! Yea!!! Anyhoo, we were all soaking wet, but we still had a good time. But here's where the irony comes in: Okay - after Six Flags, we were supposed to go back to the hotel and change, because we had to go to an awards dinner afterwards (a *formal* awards dinner, mind you, where they give awards for the orchestras that did the best). But, the bus drivers said we didn't have time...we were gonna be late as it was. So we had to go straight there. We looked like crap. We were all in our street clothes, drenched from head to toe, walking into a formal awards dinner with upwards of 300 people in the auditorium. We walked in late, first of all, and EVERYONE turned to look at us. I swear, some mouths were actually hanging open. The people there were dressed in beautiful dresses and the guys were all in a Tux...and we, the pride of Langley's orchestra, looked like someone had raided a midnight club, took out all the people, and sprayed them with a hose. The other people there were from the other orcehstras that competed...including a french school (err..."french canadian") named L'ecole de Jean de Nord, which I can actually understand because I speak french now. W00t. It means "The school of Jean [someone's name] of the North." Boo ya. And if that wasn't enough, we were sitting RIGHT in the MIDDLE of EVERYTHING for whatever reason, and EVERYONE had an excellent view of us. It was oh-so-hilarious, I loved it. Our orchestra won second place (by only two points! gaah!)...which is good, because we were competing against other schools' top orchestras, and we're not the best orchestra in langley (symphonic is). It made my day to see doc (our orchestra conductor) accept our award in his drenched hoodie with the word "CANADA" in huge letters. Heh heh. At any rate, after the awards ceremony there was a "dance," which sucked, and we went back to the hotel and "slept." Sunday, Day Two We awoke to another piece of irony. We were supposed to go to Quincy Market (a famous shopping place in Boston) in the morning to look around, and there were two groups going: one at 9:30, and one at 10:00 (we walked there, it was around a 10 minute walk). We had to be back by 11, because that's when we had to go on our "historical tour". So we woke up and strode to Quincy market. But there was a lil problem. EVERYTHING WAS CLOSED. Quincy Market apparently doesn't even open until 11:00. After a lot of rolling of eyes, we treaded back to the hotel, and just hung out in our massive hotel room with AJ/Danny/That arab kid/Tiffany/the Janes until 11. After that, we went on a "historical tour" of Boston...and I'm still snoring from it. Good thing I had my iPod. Then we went and ate lunch. After that, we went to see The Blue Man Group. The blue man group is a show that cannot be explained - it's greatness is only equaled by it's oddity. The BMG is the second best show I've ever seen (I see a LOT of shows), right under The Producers. I saw six years ago in Las Vegas, but they do a different show every time. It was great. If you ever have the chance to go see them, do it. It's worth it. After the show, we went back to the hotel and changed into better clothes for a boat party/dance, which was, in my opinion, the coolest part of the trip. The food was sub-par, but the dance was awesome. The orchestras from the awards dinner was there, but we made up for our horrible appearance at the awards dinner. We looked awesome, all of us. The dance was actually not too bad...'cept they edited the lyrics. Pussies. It was hilarious because a lot of the parent chaperones saw us dancing*, and started freaking out. I was dancing* with various people, and eventually Chrissy's mom came down down and yelled at us, "No touching!" Haha. We hid from her the rest of the time and danced*. Remember those french canadians? They were there, and the girls were totally hot, and also, at risk of pushing the "safe for kids" meta tag, very slutty. You could go up and dance* with any one of them, and they wouldn't care at all. It was great. We stayed on that boat for a while and partied ourselves out, and eventually went back to the hotel and "slept." *Note: when i say "dance," i mean...well...my dad accurately described it as "Sex with clothes on." Heh heh. Our Third and Final Day, and the Bus Home The third day was boring. We basically just went and saw symphonic play, and hten watched everybody play, and at night we watched an ultra-boring encore preformance. We packed and left, and boarded the bus en route to home. Haha...on the bus home, on which we were supposed to sleep (the trip lasted from 11:00 PM Monday night and we got there the following Tuesday morning), Jake thought it would be funny to drink an entire 2-Liter bottle of Mountian Dew. He was WIRED. It was great. So we got to school...and had the choice of going or not. Seeing as how I'd already missed Carney, there was really no point, so I went home and slept. What a great trip. Just wait 'till the video comes out...mwahaha. Just imagine what'll happen in Vienna (Austria) next year. Oh, the irony of it all. | ||
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Comments:
| Alex (site creator) | May 0 |
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dang, that took forever to write. you better enjoy it :) |
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| lea | May 0 |
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you told me that at school! |
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| Vivian | May 0 |
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ok....i read the first paragraph and got bored.... |
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| Alex (site creator) | May 0 |
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vivi don't flatter yourself...you can't read. hehe. |
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| Kevin/MARIA/PaBlEo | May 0 |
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Just a side point here "MY NAME IS MARIA"...yes we know. I just
wanted to say "AND I AM A LESBIAN"...yes well thats great. Anywho
Maria did not get "MY SPOON IS TOO BIG" ...no comment on that.
Anyway Maria got ripped up by "VICKIE...I SHALL HAUNT YOU" ya
well. On like the third day or something...along with Pableo :"I
aM dEaD SeXy" |
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| figure it out | May 0 |
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haha, nicely done, hmmm i do believe u covered everything worth
[and allowed]covering . . . haha pleasureable company ::smirk::
this trips goin down in orc history. OO!! u forgot the "If u like
pina coladas" song, tisk tisk, how could u? oo n the prokey
molestation [kevin got molested at six flags by porkey for all of
those who werent there] oo and "y rnt u a butterfly" and the hard
surface, and the nervous game, and the beating of rob, and . . .
and . . . o the 2 random guys that jumped in our group picture .
. . and . . . ya thats about it . . . aite, im gone |
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| figure it out | May 0 |
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o yeah and . . . TOMORRORS MY BDAY!!! WOOOT! 16 here i come!! hahahaha soon ill b on the roads . . . :D watch out squirles and larger wildlife . .. [including humans] kk im gone . . . [for real this time] |
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| r-r-random BAND person | May 0 |
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u guys are allowed to go overseas?... lucky.. they wouldnt let us
last year |
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| pot | May 0 |
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lol you were groping crissy |
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| figure it out | May 0 |
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uh, wat? |
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| Alex (site creator) | May 0 |
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yeah, what? ugh....i hate how stupid rumor spread.... |
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| figure it out | May 0 |
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::nods:: ditto . . . SMFWHIBSIB [so much for what happens in boston stays in boston] haha, fun trip none the less kinky u mite say lol |
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| Butterfly | May 0 |
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I am absolutly sick of everyone associating me with a person's
"special time" what the hell is the "special time." I'M A
BUTTERFLY!! I LIVE FOR THREE DAYS THEN DIE GAH! |
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| Alex (site creator) | May 0 |
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*rolls eyes* haha...butterfly. oh and BTW....this is officially the record for most comments in a single post! (ex-including me). W00t! |
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| figure it out | May 0 |
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thats cause this is a very debateable subject, and chedar, r u
the butterfly? i mean, its either u or kevin . . . meh o well, y rnt u a butterfly? |
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| 'Chedar' | May 0 |
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ofcourse i am the butterfly, u didn't honestly think Kevin was a
butterfly did u i mean butterflies are me.... except for the fact
that it would take me approx. 5 websites and 20 encyclopedias to
actually find out that butterflies lived for 3 days... thus i
proclaim, through my own character analysis that i am not this
butterfly... the end |
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| figure it out | May 0 |
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nicely done chedar . . . thats something id write lol |
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| Kevin | May 0 |
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I was the mouthpiece for the butterfly. And let this go on
record. Due to the enormous spirt and soul of Maria, i will
except NO MORE immitations. They will never, can never, live up
to the original. |
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| Alex (site creator) | May 0 |
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Agreed. |
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| figure it out | May 0 |
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::tear:: maria is great, i will miss her dearly [this feels really werid to say, considering that she was partly named after me . . . and i made her out of chedars lunch bag, rubber band n pencil . . . "i told her to HOLD it!!!" lol good times, good tiems . . . we were REWALLY bored . . . wow |
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| .:.h.A.n.N.a.H.:. | May 0 |
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im sorry (well, really, im not - im just saying that for effect's
sake ^^), but you definitely do NOT look 17. seriously. you
dont. sorry to burst your bubble... but once again, im really
not ;). |
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