dance / Thursday, April 16, 2009
I have good news and i have some tragic news.
the good news is that compared to last year, i'm much better at tennis. or at least i'd like to think so. i mean, i'm still not awesome at tennis, but i am at least mediaocre instead of plain sucky. i was so close to winning fielder today. oh man. could've won those pink balls. they should come up with rainbow balls or something. haha. that would be cool. i remember playing a horrible game of tennis with that skiing dood (i've changed my outlook. so they're not idiots anymore)
, and he was saying how it's horrible that the balls are the same colour as the court, because they can blend in. which actually doesnt really happen..
well, the sad news is that andy gerke, my marching band's drill staff, was in a "fatal car accident". and by these quotations, i mean, i have read this same description everywhere. i never really got to know him, but here are my thoughts of him.
my first year of marching band, when he first appeared in front of me as we were about to begin our runthrough of wicked, during our band camp week, i was stunned for a moment. within that nano second, i thought he was a cute dood, but just that. and my stunned look is nothing special for a person like me at that time, because i was a sophmore. a lil' insecure sophmore.
then this year at band camp, he cut his hair, spiked it and whenever he walked he looked like an alligator. (:
i have to say, if he hadn't already graduated from college and wasn't as old as he was, i would definetely had a huge crush on him or something. well nothing major. because i was still in
that idiot phase.
when i heard the news of the car accident on tuesday, i was shocked, just as everyone else. i was sad, but more sad for all my friends around me. and then i thought of how precious life is. i already know it's precious, but it was awakening. and i dont know what to say. i didn't know how to feel, and i still dont know. it's hard to describe. all i can say is, always put on your seat belt.
i don't want to end on a sad note. so here's something nice. i'm going to prom with luke.
going to visit andy tomorrow afternoon and on saturday some of the band is playing at fort williams.
cheerio!
/Hopped!
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