Bassons, Basketball, and Black Mambas

I am going to start with the fun and sweet, then move into the freakin hilarious, and nothing will be in chronological order; just whatever comes to mind first. Friday, after orchestra, I was tracked down by Dr. Jorgensen, the lady who organizes the wind quintets, and she asked if I was doing private lessons, for I had crossed my name off the list, and I said that I don't have much time and I probably couldn't afford it. I was honest on both- I really don't have much time (I probably would if I didn't mess around so much... ha ha ha ha ha) and it costs about $200 a semester for lessons. Being the push over that I tend to be, I gave in and agreed to come to the session on Saturday. At 9:30, I met the two other bassoonists in the Eccles building and waited for our teacher to come. I was told that he was a full time dentist that played in the ballet up north. He wasn't what I pictured, not that it was a bad thing. The four of us met together in a practice room and we were divided into half hour incremets. I was second, so I moved into a different practice room and practiced my orchestra and wind symphony music. When the time expired, I packed my things into the foreordained room, and started my practice. He is a really nice guy. I really like him. He asked what I was doing with music, and I said I do it for fun. I recited the ever quoted excuse, "I couldn't ever be a music major. It makes work out of music, and I don't want to have to work to do music. I just do it for fun." He said I had a very respectable opinion, and that he was advised the same thing. Then I mentioned that after this year, I was going on a mission. We talked vaguely about the Gospel for a little, and it was cool. I really loved playing with him. He said that I needed to take lessons (and I would love them), and that I should talk to Vance or somebody to try and see if I can work my way around the fee. My half hour ended, I put my things away, and I took off towards the apartment. When I was crossing the road just outside the music building, I noticed the Elders on their bikes riding down the street. I slackened my pace to say hi to them when they passed. The first two passed with a wave, but the last one, who was a few yards shy of the rest, pulled over and started talking to me. After a decent conversation, which taught me very much, they took off and I knew the Lord was with me. It was really cool, and it emphasized what Elder Holland said in his talk (in retrospect). When Bradan got back from his trip to the umbilical cord, he played 7 hours of non-stop blood and gore in the form of Resident Evil 4. No joke, non stop. Til the wee hours of the morning. Well... there was a stop. The neighbors Melissa and Kelsey dropped by and asked if we wanted to play basketball. It was 11 at night, and the court is not lit up, so it was very entertaining. It was boys against girls, and we got slaughtered, but we let them cheat... and we only played with our left hands.... ha ha. It was really fun though. The first try on a reverse lay up, I made it. And nobody else came close. :) I rock. There was a stray dog that kept bugging us. We tried to scare it away, but it just thought we were playing with it. We faked throwing things, and even tried to get it to not like that ball, but it just AirBudded that idea. It was a good time. Sunday came, and church was pretty good. They called all the major presidents and representatives, which was a half relief because I had money on me being Elder's Quorum president. Preisthood was cool, Sunday school was funny because the teacher just got back from his mission, he didn't say where, but I would pay money he went to Mexico because he talked just like a Mexican. And he kept saying and writing Spanish... ha ha. Then it was fast and testimony meeting. I really enjoy listening to testimonies. I can always feel the Spirit very strong. An area 70 "spoke" to us, just saying he was on assignment and that he just wanted to bear his testimony. When I got home, Jake was back from his football game in Arizona. Because he was told to dress this week, he got to travel down to Mesa with the team, but he didn't get to play because it was such a close game, but we pulled out ahead. Bradan and I listened to the game on 650 AM right after we made a trip to Wal-mart... ha ha good times. He went to church with one of his buddies because he missed our ward. I decided I was going to cook dinner tonight for our traditional Sunday dinner. I started after the fireside, which started at six and ended an hour later, and I slaved away for TWO HOURS getting dinner ready. I made homemade chicken noodle soup, and it took forever. I had to made the noodles, prep the corn on the cob, cut the veggies (after Chelcy suggested we put some in), and cook everything. Doesn't seem like a lot, didn't seem like it would take that long, but we didn't have dinner til after 9. But it turned out really good and I am really proud of it. During dinner, Luke and Bird came back and it suddenly got really loud. Ha ha which reminds me... earlier the newly ordained Elder's president and ward mission leader knocked at our door to come visit and drop off a flyer for a fireside next week. I was napping on my bed, and Bradan came and woke me up. The Elder's president was saying how he lived just next door, then asked, "Who is the loud one?" ha ha ha ha LUKE... Anyway, after dinner we just started messing around playing a little Guitar Hero (Bird FINALLY remembered it), Mario Kart 64, and Goldeneye. Good times reminiscing in retroville. After, Luke pulled out his Black Mamba, which is a sock with eyes on it that, when placed on the hand, turns into a slithering, face-smacking machine. Luke hit Snow while he was sleeping with it, and got it on video, and that is pretty good. Snow didn't even remember him doing it. Jake had this brilliant idea that someone should hop in bed and act like he is sleeping, then have Luke come in and try and hit them, but the sleeping beauty reaching up and smacking him out of no where. I was chosen to be the beauty (for obvious reasons... ha ha ha ha ha) and I got in my bed and waited. I put one of my Sunday socks on, hiding it under my pillow. We organized the whole thing. Bird, Jake, and Bradan would tell Luke how to do it, getting close to my face and pausing to say, "Black Mamba," just before striking. Well, my job was that when he said the cue, and when Bradan tapped the wall, I would pull my hand out from behind the pillow and hit him. Oh my gosh did it work!!! and we have it on video. It was so hard to keep a straight face and to try and not have my cover blown, but I did it. I hit him square on the face, knocking him back with the blow from space. Perfect 10s for amazingness. Luke had some random face paint and made another Black Mamba, Mama Mamba. We decided that we are going to make a family of Mambas: Albino Mamba, Flour Mamba (guess what happens when your hit...), Stoner Mamba, Baby Mamba, and so many others. It was so funny. I am almost afraid to go to sleep because I don't want to get black mamba-ed during the night, because Luke said I am on his hit list. Oh man... good times. Then, after a little clean up from dinner, we had the brilliant idea to go take the left over corn cobs and place them on everyone's door. We ran up to the top of C building and dropped a cob of corn on the doorknob of every person's door. Luke and Bradan hucked some up on the balcony too. It was basically amazing. I love my roommates. They are Crazy!!! which is why we have such good times. After all this writing, I think its time for bed. Its almost 3 in the morning and I have to get up in 4 hours.