The Great Honking Goose of Hugeness

At School: (I'm at School and I'll put that <-- whenever I'm writing the blog post at School. Okie-dokie?)
It's been made official! I am going to blog during the week, when I get the chance of course, I'm still a student... And the during the weekend I'll write The Chronicles of Heinous Jester. Sound good because I'm not giving you a choice! Just kidding, I'm not a mean person. :) And if you haven't read The Chronicles of Heinous Jester, you need to. The prologue is in the tab above titled: The Chronicles of Heinous Jester Edited Chapters! It's simple... and if you can't find it - there is seriously something wrong with you.

I apologize. I couldn't blog yesterday. I brought up window to do it but I didn't have enough time because I started to revisit/retype/edit the first chapter of COHJ. And I went to my friend, Abi's, concert yesterday night! It was so good! I love choir and I envy my friends voice. I totally wish I were in choir but I'm in band so I really can't do anything now.

Speaking of which, I did it. Me and Swanson did it. (Swanson is my trumpet and this is the very last time I'm going to tell who that is...lol) What did we do? If you started laughing, you have a perverted mind and NO! We did not do what you perverted mind thinks we did. We managed and completed our first chair test in band. Oh man, it was intense. I was chowing down on my nails (I bite my nails alot, it's a really dirty habit I have and I should really stop because it's killing my nails. They look so ugly :( ) and shaking like an idiot.

I don't remember if I told you about the chair test thing? I'm going to repeat myself anyway. Lemme start with this, a chair test in band is whenever you play a certain piece of music and everyone else in your section plays it as well and the Director chooses what chair you're in depending on how well you played the music. First chair being the best and last chair being the worst. I was last chair all last year so I'm hoping I at least get third or something! But here's the catch, the director explain to us how to use a recorder, an old 1990s recorder. Man, that thing was OLD too!! He told us how to use it and he was exaggerating a lot because he thought we didn't know how to use it because we're the "modern generation" *rolls eyes* I still have a VCR that was only about 10 years ago. But anyway, I was nervous. Why? Because I'm naturally a nervous person and being solo makes me sooooo nervous too. People who play instruments understand me better.
So, I go in there, hands shaking and holding Swanson in one hand and the music in the other. I walk into the room and on the table is this black/brown recorder ominously looming there. I said, "Oh God!" as I shut the door. I did a long series of deep breaths before presses the pause button to start it.
The music we're playing is just four scales and I play the first scale good with only one error. Next one, I totally, epically, on a MASSIVE scale fail! Third, fine and on my fourth I'm about the fourth note in, thinking that the hell is about to be over! NOPE! All the buttons pop up on the recorder. I'm like, "Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god. What am I suppose to do!" I finally remembered that I had to flip the caset over for the other side. So I search for the eject and then it starts moving again. And I play the last one over and get out of there as fast as I could. Man, I was happy. I knew my luck would be that bad. When our Director was explaining to us what to do if the buttons popped up, I knew deep down that I would be that person. I jinxed myself. Oh well, see?! This is what happens, let me be the example. Never jinx yourself.
The only thing I came to realize soon after is the most vital part of changing the caset. I had to give it like 10 seconds to get the stupid thing going BEFORE to start playing. And.... I think I forgot to do that... =/

But I did it so HA! I'm not nervous anymore. So I'm good. Now, to the topic:

Okay, my mom, sister, and little brother and I decide to go to a river in my town, pick up some Wendy's and eat there. We do that and then we sit down and start to watch the ducks because there are lots of ducks around there and this random GOOSE steps out of the water and waddles towards us.

I MEAN HE WAS HUGE!! This was an obese goose! He had lots of feathers and was fat. He stops, looks at us for a second and I'm thinking, oh god, this guy will take flight right now and like crap on our heads or something.

HOOONK! I mean this goose let out a one octave, blaring, loud HONK right next to us and it did it on a 10 second interval. And it was sooo loud! And we were all laughing really hard. This thing honked at us for, I don't know 10 minutes straight, I was crying because I was laughing to hard. It was sooo funny!

Have YOU had any mishaps with geeses or ducks? Well, I hate geese because once you feed them the tiniest piece of bread THEY WON'T LEAVE YOU ALONE. I mean, ahhh! They're scary and one chased me because I ran out of bread and it was still hungry. It chased me and proceeded to honk and that thing would leave me alone. It was scary.

And... I will never forget it. The two stalker ducks. There was this mama duck and it had like eight or so babies and she was swimming and her babies were with her. It was so cute. Then these two male ducks come and start stalking the mama duck and like ATTACKING her babies. And they would leave them alone! I was on the brink of jumping in there and saving them all and hitting those stalker ducks! Stalker humans are scary enough but DUCKS!? Honestly, something has happened. Mother Nature is trying to tell us something...

I wonder what it is? A honking goose, a chasing/honking goose, and two stalker ducks. Does this mean ducks are like us humans? Honking goose - yelling. Chasing and honking - yelling and chasing. And the two stalker ducks - self explanatory.

Oh man! I KNEW IT!

--Chelsea, The Acorn Magnet

P.S. Expect the first revisited chapter of COHJ up within this weekend. Don't forget to do the poll. Who's your Favourite COHJ character? As a matter of fact, tell me yours and tell me why. That's what I want to question to be for commenting. Happy hunting, tootles!