| The Return of The Gaber |
[09 Nov 2004|02:27am] |
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So first and foremost, Band Day was AWESOME. Between the great show, the FIREWORKS (YES I SAID FIREWORKS! MARCHING BAND+PYROTECHNICS=AWESOME) and the HUGE crowd response to all the things that they're supposed to respond to (the trumpet leapfrog, the crouching monkey, the scarecrow, the bouncing woodwind pod o' love, the drum break/run, the crazy ridiculous curvalicious sprint move o' death, every freaking awesome park and blow, the MOTHAFUCKIN FIREWORKS, ask me about these moves sometime) it was one of the defining moments of my life. I'll have to show all of you the DVD, its RIDICULOUS.
Get to see Stephie on fri...hoorah!
Get to see FREAKING EVERYONE weekend after Thanksgiving. LOADS OF HOORAH.
At the current moment, I'm feeling sick and it SUCKS. Freaking bad breakfast burrito at 1 in the morning. And I know what you're thinking...so stop it. It didn't come from a box it came from the sports bar sans alcohol place on campus (called "The Cellar", for those in THE KNOW). Still made me sick though. Piece of CAJUN WHORE!
GTA: San Andreas=FREAKING AWESOME.
And so on...42
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| All Hallow's Eve |
[31 Oct 2004|08:57pm] |
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So I've decided to resurrect (sp?) my lj for the sake of my lovely viewers. All three of you.
Anywhoozles, I'm at UofArizona now studying Media Arts (Film, TV, etc.)
Marching Band CONSUMES MY LIFE. That and I'm a loser by default. :-D
This weekend was the most band we've had...EVER. The itenerary:
WEDNESDAY: Marching Band rehearsal (3~6PM) followed by Pep Band (6:30-8:30PM)
THURSDAY: Women's Basketball Red vs Blue scrimage, as in team facing itself (6~9PM)
FRIDAY: Dedication Ceremony for some building (9:45-10:45AM); MB rehearsal (3-6PM); Playing at random dorms and other homecoming events (6:30~8); Pep Rally bonfire (~8-9PM)
SATURDAY: Alumni Breakfast (7:15-7:45AM); MB rehearsal (8-9:45AM); Homecoming Parade (12:30-1:40PM); MB Warm-up/Section Pictures (2:30-3:30PM); Pregame parade and Oregon State vs UofA game and post game parade and aftergame concert and post game dinner/"debriefing" (3:30-10PM
SUNDAY: Men's Basketball Red vs Blue Scrimage (1~4:15)
MONDAY (Tomorrow): MB rehearsal (3:30~5:45)
To quote our drummajor (student conductor/director): "Parades suck." These three were no exception, expecially the Homecoming one. Drum cadence 1-fight song 1-drum cadence 2-fight song 2-repeat INDEFINATELY.
Going to peoples' dorms was AWESOME. Especially when we went to the rec center and some people were on the excercise machines whilst playing their instrumentas. Good times. The Bonfire was cool, especially because I got to play the horn solo in part 3 (second of 2 horn solos). Apparently I did a pretty good jorb (as Coach Z would say).
We lost to Oregon State 14-28. Bad ref calls, bad playing, in otherwords a typical UofA football game. We're used to it.
Birthday was on Friday. Certain People COUGH COUGH MIRI AND KIEL COUGH COUGH didn't e'en bother to call. Best present by far was The Lovely and Talented Stephanie McAllister Winter, who came to visit me depite my incredibly busy schedule. It's tough living a couple hours a part from her, but I'll manage anything if she's the outcome. But no time for dancing! No lovey dovey! I ain't got time for that now!
And so on...42
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| Interests |
[24 Apr 2004|11:36pm] |
Hey everyone, as we near the time when we all head off around the country, I'd like to see what everyone is planning on at least taking a class on in college. Post this in your journal's too so that oodles of people can comment.
ME (that is, Gabe Hadley):
Screenwriting: adventure/epic
Screenwriting: comedy
Creative Writing
Composition (music): Film
Orchestra
Wind Band
Marching Band?
Kabbalah/Jewish Mysticism
Cinematography
History of Film
Acting: Stage
Acting: Musical Theatre
Acting: Film/Television
Acousitcal Phyiscs
That's all that I can think of at the moment.
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| Bored and Tired |
[25 Mar 2004|10:57pm] |
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Okay, I normally don't do these things (and definately don't post them) but I'm tired and bored and amused
Postatem obscuri lateris nescitis.
"You do not know the power of the Dark
Side." There are two possibilities: you
are a Star Wars geek, or you are unreasoningly
scary.
Which Weird Latin Phrase Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Personally, I tend to think that I'm both
Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy!
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| Hey Mr. Tambourine Man... |
[15 Mar 2004|10:53pm] |
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Write a song for me...
Anyone...
Anywhere...
Or show me the most beautiful song that you know...
And so on...42
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| Life is Pretty Funny, If You're In on the Joke |
[14 Mar 2004|10:42pm] |
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The Good:
Into UC Riverside and U of Arizona
Loving Girlfriend
Newfound Passion and Direction in Life
Sucessful Musical Performances (4 by my count, Wednesday was a bit iffy...)
Did I mention Amazing Awesome Sweet Loving Girlfriend?
Spending More Time With Friends Beyond Girlfriend (I.E. Balancing somewhat)
But Still Have Awe Inspiring Girlfriend
The Bad:
Rejected From CSU Long Beach (Bah, who needs 'em)
Stress (9 Musical Performances)
Horns Still Not Found (need my baby back....stinking theives stealing my instruments right before i have lots of performances)
No Alone Time With Girlfriend (stinking parents...eheh...i mean...)
The Ugly:
Coco passed, been almost a month but still feeling alone
And so on...42
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| Too happy for poetry |
[22 Jan 2004|10:53pm] |
I usually diguise my posts in poetry so that they're more fun to read and harder to understand. Well here's a poem for now:
I once met a girl who was smart
And funny and cute for a start
She once had a limpy
But now's not so gimpy
And she managed to steal my heart
Any more questions? Yes, you, Sir Quacks-a-Lot in the back row. More clarity? Fine
I'M IN LOVE WITH STEPHIE
And if that's not clear enough, please refer to your manual in page 42 under the heading "And so on..."
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| Start Up the Band Again... |
[06 Jan 2004|08:53pm] |
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I feel sick
In the most beautiful and painful way possible
I feel gutwrenchingly sick
My head spins around my falling world
A torrent born of calm seas
I feel deathly sick
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| Do Not Adjust Your Television Set... |
[28 Dec 2003|01:12am] |
When things get weird, they do so in waves
In the red corner, we have the old
The close
The forbidden
Deep in mind and beautiful in body
Teeming with music and love
Ever forbidden
In the blue corner, we have the new
Renewal of a fleeting thought
The far
Allowed
Possible, yet impossible
Miles of impossibilty
Old interest breeds new beuaty
And I stand here, wearing black and white stripes
Holding my hands apart
And I know that I'm going to get hit
And so on...42
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| Someone to watch... |
[10 Dec 2003|11:15pm] |
There's a certain moment in everyone's life
When one starts spontaneously singing Gershwin
No matter how sore their throat may be.
There's a certain moment where one stares at the ceiling
Shaking with tears and emotion
And goes and falls in love again.
There's a certain moment
Where one questions too much
Feels too little
Holds back
Explodes
And searches through the rubble
For good ol' Gershwin.
There's a somebody I'm longing to see...
And so on...42
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| Pleasant Surprises |
[17 Nov 2003|07:24pm] |
Expect the worse
And often find the best
A shining light
A hope past all the rest
And now a feeling that I have long lost
Has melted slowly through the frost
And once again, the final piece
Is there when it is needed.
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| La La La La La La |
[29 Oct 2003|06:41pm] |
Happy birthday to me...
17 Years and not a penny to show for it.
Thanks for those who signed the shirt.
Thanks Julia for the Birthday Fish
Thanks Leskin for the Underworld Figure
And thanks to Kiel for the yet-to-come fudge
Thanks to anyone who I forgot to thank because I'm an idiot
And so on...42
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| Changing Faces |
[26 Oct 2003|01:27am] |
Sometimes, when I'm all alone
I still imagine what I'd have said
If another day had gone before I'd known
Would I be shouting crimson red?
And the one I claimed to hate
Is now my crutch in times of woe
And the only one who can relate
My aching fear and burning love, although
I cannot fully trust my eyes
How can one so quickly thrust
From one minute soaking in despise
And the next I bow in absolute trust
May God have mercy on results.
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| hear ye hear ye |
[29 Sep 2003|05:00pm] |
...echem...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
da da da daaaaaaaaa da da
HAPPY BIRTHDAY...TO NICOLE
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
da da daaaaaaaaaaaaa da da
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICOLE
YOU ROCK MY WORLD LIKE NONE OTHER
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| And now for this special news update... |
[14 Sep 2003|11:06pm] |
Ahh, to be free and alone once more.
To once again's be fortune's whore.
And to grin and laugh and dance and sing.
When down below what Hell I bring.
There is no peace within this land
That will save you from my bloodied hand.
What blade I have put to your spine
Is nothing to the sword that you've run through mine.
And soon, my child, will you face the truth,
I have ne'er spoke more frank, or told such sooth:
What pain you had, was mine to give
Or take away, that you might live.
But what games I played with fire before
Will look like a child's as to what's in store.
You have not seen me, but I've met you.
I am Maximillian, how do you do?
'Tis good to see your murderer's face
Before I leave you to die in shame and disgrace.
Now I lay thee down to sleep,
Pray that your soul sweet death shall reap.
For there is no mercy upon thee now.
And to my will, your soul will bow.
Fourteen angels once guarded your bed.
Now the angel of death comes for your head.
And I will not stop lest you are dead.
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| This is the Voice of Fate |
[07 Sep 2003|08:17pm] |
For the first time in my life, I feel nothing.
Not sad, Not angry, not happy, not relieved.
There is no commentary running between my ears.
Just silence...
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| 1s and 0s |
[04 Sep 2003|04:43pm] |
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We are a series of ones and zeroes.
Fortune, Misfortune.
Loyalty, Betrayal.
Love, Hate.
Yin, Yang.
Black, White.
We are two sides of the same coin.
Heads.
Tails.
Tails.
Heads.
A series of on/off switches.
One switch triggers another,
Some are never touched,
Some were never meant to be.
Sucess and failure.
That is all that our minds understand.
And once we go though our series and come out on top
We revel in our glory and ignore.
All ends are justified by the means.
I was once a series of ones and zeroes.
And if not for that moaning
And that beating of the hideous heart
And this spot which will not come clean
I would revel in sucess.
Switch on, Switch off.
At no matter what expense.
And so on...42
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| Jewtime |
[03 Sep 2003|08:54pm] |
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And now we break from our usual prose
To bring you something much less morose:
I gots me a great idea for GQ, for me or for one of my loyal disciples, and for once its something original and fun. It's a combination klezmer (Jew jazz) rockin concert, gabe dancing like a jew and singing hava nagila (and maybe some other bar mitzvah favorites) and then teaching random members of the audience how to dance (maybe even a judge). This random thought was accented last night by me dancing the grapevine and a weird jew version of a one man tango in front of the mirror. Had you been there, clawing out your eyeballs would have been preferable. Teehee. >honkeee, honkeee<
And close behind them was a clown
Whose face would never form a frown
He laughed and smiled and always grinned
Whilst all around him the world just spinned...
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| I, Had-O the Clown, being of sound mind and body... |
[01 Sep 2003|11:07pm] |
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And so once again it begins:
The hustle-bustle of school
The emotional turmoil of having hormones still unbalanced
And, of course, the constant almost manic depressive switch
Between "my life sucks" and "can it get any better?"
And here I am
Clowns to the left of me
Jokers to the right
Stuck in the middle.
And my oh my, I can't help but be poetic. It helps me be more...
Cryptic.
Mysterious.
Pompous.
Jackasstastic.
Yes folks, I am a jackass. I'm an asshole and a lover.
Go figure.
I've been thinking too much lately, about things that are better left unthunk.
Am I adequate? Have I ever been adequate? Am I content to be adequate?
Am I once again left alone?
Am I an evil person? Was it a curse or a blessing?
When does the enlightened one end and the murderer begin?
They never know, all they see are the clowns...
And so on....42
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