The movie Sliding Doors is about a life that could be completely sent in two different directions because of one split second. The movie tells about the two different lives the protagonist, Helen, could have experienced if she had or had not caught the subway one afternoon. In one life, she finds out her boyfriend is a scumbag, and she leaves having a much better life, while in the other, she is unaware of the fact that her boyfriend is a stupid idiot and she suffers to keep money and other such things.

After watching this movie a while ago, I thought about what my life would have been like if one thing would have happened differently. I thought of where I was now, and how all of this began, and it all boiled down to a couple different experiences. One morning in 7th grade, I decided right then to walk with a certain friend, and we walked through the band room where early morning Jazz Band was in session. The drummer began a drum solo, and I was in awe. Right there I decided I wanted to be a percussionist, and began lessons less than 2 weeks later.

I made it into percussion, and a year later, tried out for jazz band, and because of the friends I made there, my life is completely different from what it would have been if I had not walked with my friend that morning. Thinking about how my life would have been if I had not been in band, I am glad for the choice I made, and I believe I chose the right way. Even though there have been struggles and drama, it has been the funnest thing I have ever done. I am glad for that split second decision I made 4 years ago.

America is terrible

I watched "The Work and the Glory" #2 this week, and I was really upset with how terrible other Americans were to the Mormons back when the church was organized. It was a depressing movie even though it was incredibly good because of how badly people treated the Mormons. It just is not like Americans to be like this.

The reason all the pilgrims immigrated here was because they wanted to get away from a place where they could not have religious freedom. They got what they wanted after many hardships and formed a free country where people could not tell us how and how not to live our lives. It seems over the centuries, we have all forgotten why our ancestors came over here, and we all persecute others in our own way.

The American flag is a reminder of our free and independent country. It is a reminder of what people have gone through so that we can stay free and act/believe the way we want to. Unfortunately, there has been so much persecution of different faiths through the years.

We even have another reminder, the First Amendment. "Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof..." But this does not only have to do with laws; as US citizens, we are expected to live by these rules. It is just so inhuman to persecute someone because of how they live. But the terrible thing is, it isn't inhuman, it happens all the time all around the world. No one can seem to accept the fact that everybody is different, and it is not fair to treat others harshly because they think different than they do.

Kids; the REAL silent killer

The title might sound profound, but it is true... to a point. Because of childrens' undeveloped immunity system, and the knowledge they don't have about sickness and consideration for others, they spread disease as fast as gossip travels.

Runny noses... children get them all the time. Because they do not know what the big problem is with this, they run around wiping their hands across their dripping, disgusting noses, and then going around touching everything else they can get their hands on, such as other kids who eventually stick the invisible germs up their noses, and catch the disease as well just to take it home and cough the sickness on their families.

They are all out to get us, and they don't even know it!

YESTERDAY WAS SO FUN!!! I like hiking.

Are parents just forgetful or are they just like us, ignoring people?

It is true, they have lived quite a long time, and I worry about their health and well-being, especially since you will never know when they will suddenly forget their name, or forget they are driving when they are on the freeway. Maybe parents just have lots of things on their mind, and they don't have enough storage to keep it in their heads.

The other POV is maybe they just act like us, and decide to ignore us because either we are bothering them or they just don't want to talk to us. ...No clue why, maybe... I mean, parents are human beings as well, they might just be like average teenagers.

Well, my point is proven. I asked my mom if she was ignoring me, or she just didn't hear what I said, and she said, "Uhhhhhh..." A minute after my dad came in, she asked, "Is that dad upstairs?" I would certainly hope so. It is just the three of us living here, unless my cat stomps around in shoes. Yes! One thing analyzed and proven, and only a billion to go!

Why I'm thinking Band Tour is the Greatest Thing Ever Almost

Any non-band members or members that did not expericence this great opportunity will not understand what I speak of now. They might think, of course it isn't the greatest thing ever almost, well that's because you didn't try. Anyways, onto what I need to talk about.

Seattle may not be the best place on the planet to be, because of all the dark alleyways, and people that yell at cars on crosswalks, but with many friends, it makes the stay so enjoyable. I guess what really made it a good time depended on everyone's state of mind. It was a very long bus ride up to Boise, then all the way over to Seattle, but friends, sugar, and movies all made that worthwhile.

There were clinics we were required to attend, and even though it got boring at times because the percussionists just had to sit there and wait for it to be over, the professors gave us really good advice about different things. With the help of this, and how incredibly awesome our band is, we won 1st place in the festival on Saturday.

Another incredibly cool thing was that we got to stay in the Embassy Suites in Seattle, which is a very big, beautiful hotel. Eight floors of fun! But the best thing about the hotel was that by sheer coincidence, I landed a spot in room 222, which is my lucky number, and I stayed there for part of the 22nd. The breakfast they served us was beyond anything I had ever had, meaning I got to choose what I wanted, and not make it myself, and there was a wide variety of food (pancakes, sausage, eggs, bacon, etc.) that was free!

Other things the hotel included to make it way fun were: a pool, hot tub, and sauna where I relaxed for a while, a really comfy floor that I made my bed on Friday night, a fountain to throw coins into from the 8th floor, and of course the others things that we brought to make it fun. There were ninjas, jedis, and people playing lazer tag running all around the 2nd floor.

There were other activities we did while in Seattle, such as shopping at Pike's Peak Market, taking a boat with evil seagulls to Tillicum Villiage where we tried clams and salmon, and other things. We also had a few hours to go to the Space Needle (which I didn't go to because it was $14) and the Experience Music Project museum where we made our own band and sang "I love rock and roll" as the Flaming Potato Wedges.

Then of course there was the whole thing with BTR's... yeah.

Seattle Band Tour was totally awesome and everyone that went will agree. Yay!

Easter

I think we are blessed. All week it had been raining and cloudly, not a happy sign for easter egg hunting, but then as Easter morning rolled around, it was warm and clear, making me really happy!

Families were able to hide eggs around their yards with chocolate calling to the little kids. The fun thing for me was I am the only child at home this year, so I hid the eggs for my little...parents.

But the best thing about Easter is that tomorrow, it is supposed to snow. How does it snow in the middle of April? Well, even though that is a bit depressing, Easter is still a clear happy day. Now I should go eat chocolate.