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Showing posts with label Greg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Greg. Show all posts

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Graduation

It's always so good to see the band members again. I sat with them on the field for a while before Mandy came, who I had arranged to sit with so neither of us would be alone. Traffic was so stopped up Flohre had drafted me to play in the pit before Mandy could arrive. After I got seated in the bleachers it was so weird not to be viewing the ceremony from center field, like I had for the past 5 years.

Well, they did it. They both looked so happy when I saw them on the field! I am so proud of them and the things they have accomplished just in high school. From our days goofing off together when they were in 6th grade through our close-knit Music Theory class my senior year, I have been able to see them each grow into smart, compassionate, and studly young men. =) Watch out, world!!


Kyle will be flying at least seven places June & July alone to study with different church pastors before he goes to his 10-month internship with a church in Louisiana. I was surprised when I first heard he would not be going to college, but I soon realized this was exactly what he needed and wanted to do. He was drum major the past two years, and he could not have done a better job!



Greg is flying out with Kyle to Germany for the rest of June. Then in the fall, he'll be attending VCU, where he was accepted into the School of Music for guitar. He'll still be living at home, next to the girl I work for. Music is his calling, and he has shown that in the school musicales, talent shows, baccalaureate, and graduation services. I am so glad he could follow his dream while still staying close to home.

Congratulations. I love you guys!! =)

Saturday, April 18, 2009

My Camera Phone Now Speaks

So Megan just told me how to get my camera phone pictures on the
Internet. And so this post is possible because of her kindness and
generosity. Yay!! =)

I've been thinking about Seussical a lot lately, probably because it's
Spring Musicale time at home... and I listened to the soundtrack as
I walked to work yesterday. What a fun time we had... I can't
believe I was such a bum about it towards the end. I totally missed
out. Here's the opening number, which was sung by me and my best
friend Kyle in our version, to accompany these never-before-seen-
behind-the-scenes photos previously enslaved on my phone.


Chris (my daddy, Mayor of Whoville).

Me (JoJo) and Kyle (the Cat in the Hat) practicing our "amazed" and "in wonder" faces as I discover... um, Seussland.

Greg (General Genghis Khan Schmitz) shaping me up. Well, pretending. It took a while not to laugh through this scene.

See, just kidding! Me and Greg are best friends! =D

Kyle trying on his ruffle shirt for his beach serving boy scene for the first time... HILARIOUS. And whoever made that ruffle shirt? GENIUS.

Me with the puppet of me! I really appreciate the buck teeth and crazy eyes. Please realize this is not a literal interpretation. (P.S. I'm really angry this won't un-double space...)

Greg (as the General)'s puppet. Please notice that my puppet skin is tan, and Greg's is white because he is one of the palest people we know. His was an accurate visual representation.


Kyle, acting out the scene with our puppets.

Kyle waiting to answer phones at our PBS fundraising drive, also used to raise awareness for the play. As you can see, things were slow. Poor PBS.

Greg, waiting for dress rehearsal. It happened to be during our Fine Arts week. =)

Sunday, January 25, 2009

I Wish... More Than Anything...

Ok, so the title of this started off as something about "I Miss...", but that reminded me of the song with "I Wish" from Into the Woods, so... but it's really going to be about I Miss. From band.... because I was talking about marching band with Rebecca tonight, and one of my friends from home just wrote a great Facebook note about missing guard. So....

I. I miss that feeling you get after a long day, when Flohre finally says, "Go home" and you can stop standing up straight and squinting into the sun. Somehow it seems less hot and sticky after he dismisses us.

II. I miss bumming around on the field after practice, somehow not being able to leave the field until everyone else has gone...

III. I miss being picked up half an hour after practice has officially ended and still thinking that that wasn't enough time to say bye to everyone and finish up.

IV. I miss sitting in Flohre's office before every competition and making a list of all the couples we thought would get together over the trip.

V. I miss our overnight trip to JMU for Parade of Champions, and all our traditions, like me wearing my marshmallow jacket and us getting a big pizza to share and then Kyle & Greg throwing the pizza crusts over the fence and me complaining that they were littering and us getting into a big discussion about whether leaving food on the ground was considered littering because it would decompose or animals would eat it.

VI. I miss not feeling bad for being dirty and disgusting and sweaty and gross. Of course I wanted to get clean, but it was nice not to feel bad, since that's what you were supposed to be after a long day.

VII. I miss making fun of the sousaphone boys, and Mark with his shopping cart and grill.

VIII. I miss recognizing places on long car trips because I've passed it for the past 5 years for a band competition.

IX. I miss the freshmen & sophomore boys that thought they were so funny.... (I usually thought they were.)

X. I miss pretending to sleep, but knowing that I would never get to with all the noise on the bus.

XI. I miss being able to be loud and talk a lot, on the buses and on the field, and not being caught or having it blamed on someone else.

XII. I miss everyone thinking I was the coolest thing since sliced bread for thinking of the name, "Chevron" for one of our sets. It didn't really take that many brain cells...

XIII. I miss having to carry on conversations between moves, and thus having to pause every 20 or so seconds until we did the move and ran back to continue it.

XIV. I miss the people who tried to carry on conversations without pausing, hence while we were running the sets.

XV. I miss getting out of "Celebration", AKA push-ups.

XVI. I miss wearing sunglasses so often I forgot the world was so bright.

XVII. I miss laughing at everyone else's awful sunburns.

XVIII. I miss being a part of the Cool People Roll Up Their Sleeves Club.

XIX. I miss doing nothing during tuba sectionals, but still beasting everyone else during sectional competitions.

XX. I miss waking up early early in the morning and smelling that marching band smell in the air.

XXI. I miss riding into Colonial Heights on the bus at night and getting that marching band feeling.

XXII. I miss being able to hug people while I was sweaty and gross, and it was ok.

XXIII. I miss getting special privileges because we were sousaphone players, and awesome.

XXIV. I miss being a bus captain and getting to yell at people when I needed to (sometimes yelling can be fun... and since I didn't do it often, everybody did what I said when I did. Ha.)

XXV. I miss Kyle and I motioning and carrying on conversations during practice, even though he was on the drum major podium and it was kind of obvious.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Today, I Saw You

I can't remember how I spent all my other New Year's Days, but I think today went exceptionally well. Mom and I saw Twilight, we shopped but I used wise restraint (which, guess what, my sister just broke one of the things I wisely bought today, of course), we had a roast for dinner, and I saw Kyle & Greg. For everyone else, I planned to hang out with them doing an activity, but we knew that just catching up with each other would be enough for the three of us. And sure enough, we talked for an hour past the time they were supposed to leave. Well, mostly Kyle talked, but I loved listening. He apologized later, but that's exactly what I missed about him. We had a hard time at the end of my senior year, but I think the time apart has done us both some good, and we've both become wiser in hindsight. It was SO GOOD to see them again... it was just like old times, when it was always the three of us. Golly, they're such awesome people. Somehow I always find the awesome ones. I guess somebody loves me up there =). Thank goodness.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

History of My Life with the Bittersweet People Called Boys

So Megan, I really appreciated your version of this, & I wanted to write my own basically for my benefit, because I like writing these things out of me, but I guess you can read it too since you're pretty much the only other one. =)

So I've been on about zero dates in my life. Let me explain.

I was in 7th grade when I met Kyle and his best friend Greg. I remember the exact day, which is rare, because I forget most things. We were sitting in the art room, waiting to meet our new Destination Imagination teammates, which I was kind of afraid of because I didn't know either of them, they were just the sons of some friends of my mom, who was our team manager. I always remember that day & marvel at how I was completely oblivious to the ginormous role these two guys would play in my life.

Soon we became the 3 best friends, and everyone knew it. In band, we always hung out together. But for Kyle and I, it was a little different than for me and Greg. People started calling Greg Kyle sometimes when I was with him, because they were so used to saying Kyle & my own names together. I knew it was bad when one day Greg inadvertently referred to himself as Kyle when trying to mean himself and I, because he used Kyle & my names together so often. Everyone just assumed we were dating, even though we weren't. No one even asked, until it came up in conversation and I'd have to correct their assumption for them. I hoped we'd date someday, but I was fine with being friends... Kyle was my best one ever, I think.

The beginning of my senior year was amazing, and my hopes for more than just best-friend-ship were seemingly more possible than ever. Then Christmas break hit... and he was gone all break plus two more weeks in Germany on a service mission for his church. Then his church youth conference he begged me to attend... and the Spirit was there, telling me to get out. Then our trip to New York... when everything fell apart. That's what I wrote my first paper for English on. Things were weird after that, we kind of talked, but not at all like we used to. After a while, I got sick to my stomach when I thought about him, and I dreaded opening his texts because they would undoubtedly be talking about our "unresolved issues". Then came our spring musical, in which we were acting opposite... which at first I was thrilled about, but as events progressed until closing night, I was crying offstage beforehand and letting my rehearsal brain take over for smiling and interacting with him onstage. Then was our cast party afterwards, which went into my birthday morning, and it was pretty much the worst birthday ever invented. I stayed up until 3 answering his "let's resolve our issues" texts after the horrendous party until finally I said it was my birthday and I wanted to go to sleep. Sometime in the days and weeks after that, I avoided him mostly. One week I avoided him completely... we used to sit at lunch together each day, even through the hard days, but that week I managed to skip lunch in the cafeteria one way or another. Thank goodness for my band director, who let me stay in his office even though he probably shouldn't have. I didn't even have to explain, I just asked, and I guess he could tell something was wrong, because he asked Kyle later what was up, that it looked like I was "hiding from something". I kept needing space from Kyle, to get over him completely, but Kyle wouldn't do it, so I stayed away for a week. I think BYU's been good for me in that way at least.

So I met this one guy at Youth Conference sometime in between the me & Kyle years during high school. I don't even remember the circumstances, except that we exchanged email, myspaces, etc. and began to talk... a lot. It was common for us to have 3 different conversations going on at once, one each through email, facebook, and IM. We thought we loved each other, but I realized I couldn't talk to him in person... I was too nervous. I realized this when on Valentine's Day, he drove all the way over to my house to give me a card, even though I tried to persuade him not to. It was again reinforced when the next summer, we went to Busch Gardens together with his brother & my sister. It ended up swell for our siblings, who got together, but not for us, since it was so awkward. I just didn't know what to say. And that next youth conference, we didn't talk at all. He hung out with this girl I used to have sleepovers with back in elementary school who since moved to another ward. I was mostly relieved. We hadn't talked in months and months until I facebooked him a couple weeks ago, just to say a friendly hey, sorry communication got held up, etc. Somehow we got into how much he still liked me. I told him I don't know if I like him or just being liked. I guess I still don't know what I'd say to him in real life.

And then there's the tenor player who was placed next to me all last year during marching band season. We are so much opposites, but I liked his craziness... it kept me in suspense. It was intriguing, you know? I wanted to know him better. On the field, we were both section leaders, and we kept each other in check. We called ourselves yin and yang, the good cop and the bad cop. He'd yell at some poor freshmen, then I'd restate the problem to them nicely so they'd actually want to fix it. We were a good team. At one point he started writing me love notes. They were very polite and formal, and I thought they were a joke. I felt embarrased, and Kyle and I laughed about them. But then he started sticking up for me all the time to people. I had some bad times with people and Mormonism, and he'd always tell me that I knew where he was, and he would beat them up for me anytime. We've since been writing... he's really the only person from home I write, which to most people at home would seem inconceivable since we're so different. What he tells me, I still don't know if I should believe it, I'm paranoid of being caught in a hoax or something. I just don't know if he knows how to charm the ladies, or if there's something more.

Ok, so those weren't really about the non-existent dates in my life, but hopefully these small excerpts of my man issues get the job done, at least for now. See my reasons for needing a man here? =(