This Friday is tryouts for Concert Choir and Madrigals next year. I am going to sing “Santa Fe” from Newsies. I hope I do well, but at the same time, I don’t. Let me explain. If I make it into Madrigals, I will have 5 classes in the “performing arts” hall, which is G-hall. These classes will be: X-Works, Drama, Concert Choir, Madrigals, and Wind Ensemble. That won’t leave much room for English, History, Seminary, etc. So I will have to figure it out. Remember Katie Hewitt? I mentioned her a few pages back. Well, things are progressing nicely. We spent 30 minutes after school during Joseph rehearsal just chatting. Don’t you love chatting, especially with someone you like? Anyway, she is wrought up about auditions this Friday. She is first on the list. I told her not to worry and then explained that everyone else is rooting for her, you are always your worst critic, and that I was even nervous. Everybody thinks I’m a shoo-in because I’m “Perfect Pitch Boy.” Yay. THAT certainly improves tone quality and blend. In any case, I hope she’s not too nervous. By the way, if you noticed that one of my teacher’s last name is Hewitt (like Katie’s) then I’ll just let you know that yes, they’re related. W,GG.B.
I’m going to try to write in this journal more often. (Yeah, right.) I didn’t tell you my new schedule for this semester. It is: odd days: Fields, Pierce, Ferrin, Huber. Even days: Wamsley, Summerhays, Hewitt, Spencer(later it will be Jones). I got the music video done and it is smooth. It’s for the song “In the Navy” and it features Casey Wayman, Brent Lingwall, Darren Boekweg, and Ben (my brother). It is wacky. You know what’s weird? Today feels like it never happened. Really. The same with Thursday and Friday of last week. Last week, by the way, was Spirit Week, and Thursday & Friday were Pajama Day and ’80’s Day. I guess when you spend a day of school walking around in your pajamas your mind starts playing tricks on you. I was doing stuff I normally do in my room only, like singing songs I make up as I go along, being really obnoxious (normally I’m just kind of obnoxious), and picking my nose; not a good way to impress Katie. She is the hardest person to tell what her feelings are. Maybe it’s because I am in the perspective of having a crush on her, but I hope she doesn’t think I’m dumb.
Well, gotta go. Bye.
Aw, schmuck. This year’s been going non-stop. Right now, for school, I have to finish taping and edit a music video for Media Productions in one hour (right before school starts on Tuesday, the 16th(Monday) is President’s Day), write an introduction, thesis, and a bunch of notecards for a research paper due for both English and History, attend rehearsals of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat AND the play Rumors, both of which are going on simultaneously and both of which I am involved in. and try to do all of this while currently caught up in another crush on a girl. That’s right, another one. One might think that 3 is lots, but then, that person is not a human. Don’t worry, I won’t gush about her (Katie Hewitt is her name) like I did on Sept. 16, 1996 and Apr. 8, 1994. I’ll just mention that she is the latest of about twenty times I’ve been struck with the “love bug,” if you know what I mean. This is just your simple, straightforward journal entry w/o musings, feelings, or imaginings. Probably the first one in this journal. Well, gotta go. Bye. (to use an overworn phrase).