Band Camp

Band Camp ended yesterday, I was actually sort of happy about that. I was a section leader for the flutes and our jobs are to 1) make sure that everyone in our section is marching right, and 2) make everyone pumped and happy for band campo, throughout the week. It was part two that was just way too peppy of a job for me. I kept telling everyone that they had to get set and so that we coud be awesome and legendary. Well.....for the most part we were awesome and legendary. But everyone was super quite. Like worst than my shy self. But, it was kool, (Well, as kool as band camp is ever going to get.)
Though, there were a few crazy stuff that happened. Harry, well, I call him Harry, cause ti me he looks like Harry Potter, anyways, Harry, he callapesed on our practice field. and we got lunch earlier than normal, but his girlfreind was texting everyone in the band basically, which was funny, cause there's like ninety people in the band.
And Mann, I could hurt him, he tried and successed in putting a freashmen in the trashcan upside down. whcih was not kool in my mind. (But it was really funny, and supposally someone put it on video and put it on youtube, but i haven't yet to find it.)
Well, for my goal, I'd figure I'll start with band camp, because it always seems as if I "Remove" weight (as my step-mother likes to say, because you can't lose something you never claimed or wanted to have) during band camp, so it's my kick off....I guess in a way.
I plan to start running, with school starting in two weeks, I have nothing to do until then and there's a time gap between the time school ends 2:20 and the time I go home, 5:00, which most times like last year, what i did was just go to my mother's work and just go to sleep, well, my mother hates that, so I'll spend some of that time running, and on top of that, I'm going to try for all the school teams just because I can try, (I'll bet I'm going to epically fail, but oh, well), so....yeah. I guess.
My over all goal is to go down four sizes by CATS testing, (the test kentucky middle and high schoolers have to do at the very end of the school year). I don't see how that's so unreasonable, I think I MIGHT be able too. But, my sadden said says that might is too big of a hopeful ward for me.
Allie well.

An Epiphany...

I was wondering where to start originally, but i figured the best place would be the visit of my cousin Alex. He came over as a visit with my aunt and uncle, and they were planning to sign him up for track, right after a baseball game that he had at the same YMCA. And here he comes over and the same as every other time he came over, I wondered hoe he could be as happy as he was all the time but there he was being the crazy bouncing off the walls, bundle of happiness that he could be. And he stated that it was his first baseball game of the season and they won. Well, me being me, was just yay(?), maybe you'll get a trophy and start a trophy self like mine, thus in which I showed him mine so that he would know what he could achive. His smile grew even more crazy than before, and I realized, that was my problem.
I never smiled as easily anymore as he could. I don't know it that's because I lost all my spirit in the six years of difference between my age and younger cousin's or that I see and understand the sadness of the world and that's waht dooms me. But I had a feeling that it was the glow that was the difference. My cousin Alex had the glow of winning a game, of being a part of a team and being needed, and that was what I was lacking. I haven't played sports since seventh grade, and quit because the coach I had was an ass. From there I becasme lazy and just didn't care what other people thought of me that much and became the depressing fat blob of a person that I am now. So here I am just about to start my junior year in hight school, at the freak high school that I go to, completely out of shape for anything above a power walk and yet I want the same after game glow that I once had and was once my reason for playing soccer.
Well....with that said, Me, My depressing Blob of self, and I, will find that again.

And so my Journey begins.