I admit.... I need help.

I am writing to admit these things to the world. Because I know I need help. I can't keep lying to people and say I'm alright. Because something is seriously wrong. And I need all of you to help me.

I'm NOT doing so great this semester. I skip classes; I don't do my homework. I've only been getting C's on my exams. And for someone who managed all A's in high school, I'm surely not living up to my potential.

Okay, the list goes on for awhile, but point is, I can't do this alone. I need you guys to pray for me. I need some of you to send me little pick-me-ups, to know that people care. Sometimes I have been feeling all alone; and there's no reason for that. I know all of you are out there. It's time for me to remind you guys I'm here and remind myself you are there. Don't let me shut myself in to my little hermit hole. Because the longer I stay in there, the scarier it is to come out. Y'all may make life look to easy, and always are bright and shiny, but I'm scared of the dark and I want to come out and enjoy the party.

I'm going to stop making excuses, because there has been to many snowflake days. For the next two weeks, there is going to be more homework days. Snowflake days are over with, and now I just have to wait for their commission to come in (and I shouldn't spend the money I earn from snowflakes, but that's a whole 'nother topic: financial issues and my new love of spending money).

So the thing I am asking from all of you is simple. Just pray for me. And whenever you need encouragement and prayer, never hesitate to ask me to return the favor.

Corey Anne

Originally posted on Facebook.

COMMENTS

Jon H.

I got your back. ;-)

December 2, 2007 at 12:16pm

You don't know what you got 'til it's gone....

So, on July 31st, announcements of who made the MMB and who didn't came available to the general public.

My name wasn't on there.
Nor is it ever going to be.

See, I didn't try out.
Nor can I ever.

So, everyone is heading off to band camp: Dan, Stephanie; even my sister is going into the high school band!

Ooh man do I miss that place.

I miss marching.

I miss every ache: my ankles ballooning up like no other, arms sore from holding my trumpet proud.
I miss the smell of valve oil... and okay, I would even deal with getting all over myself.
I miss the dew of morning practice.
I miss not being able to play by the second night, but magically, somehow, I could always seem to play by midday Wednesday.
I miss Mr. Brooks in-a-box, and would love to get used to someone else in some other PA system-like thing.
I miss playing pep tunes.
I miss playing fanfares.
I miss playing the same damn songs over and over and over and....
I miss the uniforms..... even when you don't know where they've been.
I miss the percussion ALWAYS playing!
I miss flutes and clarinets saying the trumpets play too loud.
I think I might even miss the saxophones, who think they know it all.
I miss being referred to as instruments, not names.
I miss Mr. Brooks never getting my last name right... Burkhart was his favorite replacement.
I miss hot dog formations, boxes, diamonds.
I miss high-stepping.
I miss chairs and halt cadences.
I miss drum cadences, and all those things the drum major and majorettes got to do up front that I never got to see.
I would even go as far to say I miss getting yelled at by Josh (but that's a little overboard, isn't it??)

Too many lessons I learned at band camp.

Don't fall for an upperclassman. He'll reject you right there, and you'll be the crushing on him for the next 4 years.
Being a leader doesn't mean being liked. Some people are going to right out hate you because you beat them.
Sometimes being a leader means you get to hear all the crap about your section. And you have to learn not to take it so personally.
Have a watch with you for field rehearsals... Otherwise you will be made a mockery of because you drank too much water that morning, and, well.... I think anyone could figure out the rest of that...
That some freshmen can come up with some pretty great pranks.
But when you were a freshmen, the seniors seemed so mean! You wouldn't have dared to do anything to them; you just had to take what they dished.
That you can never take too many pictures, even if you take them of the same people, places and things.
Chapstick was sent from above!
Even when everyone else is signing their names, don't follow the crowd.
Don't wear a skirt to school during marching season.
Being the only one in a quartet sucks.

I would have loved being in a section of great trumpet players. Of course, I would have loved to been on Mr. Brooks' office window. I would....

Well, thing is, I could go on and on about all the things I loved about band, and what I would love.

But reality is I have an obligation to too many other things. And for once in my life, I am working, not playing.

I'm jealous of all my friends who are in the MMB.

And I don't know how to deal with this.

To be jealous of friends.

This fall is going to be too hard.

Sheesch...

Don't get me wrong, I am proud of my friends, and will continue to support them in their musical endeavors.

But I'm green
with envy.

Help.

Originally posted on Facebook.

COMMENTS

Katie M.

I know exactly how you feel. I even miss Mrs Brooks... and you know how much of a bitch she could be... :(

August 6, 2007 at 2:54am


Corey Anne
Wow! You must really miss marching band!
There isn't anything I wouldn't give to be able to go back and do it all again. Exactly as it was.
Okay, I lied. Maybe I would change the whole Lauren fiasco.
And the Bryn thing. Yikes!
I wish I didn't have to take classes, study AND work.
But research is the reason I came to this University.
So I feel obligated to continue. Don't get me wrong, I love working in the lab.
I wish I could not take classes and still do all these extra things I love to do.
Unless some miracle happens and I don't have to work in college anymore....
no more marching band for me. :(

August 6, 2007 at 8:18am

Attention: 2006 Corunna Marching Band Seniors

I have recently done a scrapbook page of the 8x10 picture that we had taken, with the goofy faces and all. I was going to include the other picture, the one with simple smiles, until I realized that I didn't own this picture.

I was wondering if any of you might have this picture, and if I could borrow it to make a copy of it.

Thanks!

Corey Anne


Originally posted on Facebook.

COMMENTS

Katie M.

I have one, but I'm not quite sure where it is... lol if I find it i'll let you know tho. :)

July 12, 2007 at 2:56am

2 notes within 24 hours

Yes, again, another complaint... I know, it's all I do is complain in notes. Because when I'm happy, words don't flow as well, and I'm just content on being happy. But when I'm upset about something, for some reason, it's easier to write. Which, right now is a good things since I have a 1 page paper that I have to write tonight that I am fretting too much about.

I was going to go to bed. Then I started crying and couldn't stop. I was crying like a baby, a child. One of those cries that are just out of disappointment, without anger, without a sensible reason. Balling.

When I tell you why you're going to laugh, because, in the end, it is kinda funny.

See, I think I'm horrible with gift giving, especially with guys. I enjoy watching people open gifts with that "WOW" factor in their eyes. I like giving gifts that I know people actually like and will use. But I'm a girl, and my perspective does not help me find appropriate guy gifts.

So, I have been thinking about this one for quite sometime. Shaina gave me the idea really. And Dan said that he wanted a new Michigan hat before he left for Utah... but he didn't end up getting one beforehand. So, there I had it. I would send him a hat. I knew he would love it.

I even personalized it- put some stickers on it that said "I love you, GO BLUE!" It was perfect; it was simple and he could take them off.

So today (technically yesterday...) I spent half as much on sending it out to him as I did to purchase the darn thing. Money that I really don't have.

This evening I was looking through his pictures of a recent trip that he took this week. Then I realized what was upon his head... Yup, you guessed it... a Michigan hat.

I'm just über disappointed about it. I can't believe it! I finally feel like I did something awesome, and he is totally not going to be "WOW"ed.

So that's when the balling started. I'm not going to hear the "WOW"ness because there isn't going to be any "WOW"ness...

But, I have to look at the bright side, I'm going to get a hat out of the deal, without having to buy one for myself!

Originally posted on Facebook.

COMMENTS

Jon H.

Hey,

Send Daniel the hat. He loves anything you do for him and he would love that. :-) I think the hat he was wearing was one that my Dad had bought and passed down for the time being. I am sure yours would be more enjoyable to wear and he would wear it with pride. Cheer up. :-)

Jon

June 30, 2007 at 9:56am

Daniel H.

Well, you're wrong about one thing. There was a WOW-factor to me opening up my present. One because of the box it was in and two because of the stickers and three because it was from you and four because it was from Ann Arbor. Mine I just got out here in Utah, nothing real big about it. But you personalized this hat and made it something significantly special and I love it so much more than the one I got for myself. Plus it's from the Steve and Barry's in Ann Arbor, why wouldn't I keep it. I love it, Corey, and I am keeping it.

July 1, 2007 at 11:15am

PICTURES!!!

Now I love to take pictures, and I love to share said pictures.

But I don't like how people complain that I take too many or I take them too slow.

Then all my pictures are all over the internet on everyone's profiles and things like that.

And I get NO credit.

I'm not mad; I'm just annoyed, that's all.

So I've decided that before I put any more pictures up, or make anymore CDs of pictures for people, I'm going to put a watermark of some sort on them.

The only problem is I must figure out how to do so.

If anyone knows, please let me know!

Thanks.

Corey Anne

Originally posted on Facebook


COMMENTS

Brittany W.

Corey- I deeply apologize if I have comitted said crime. i love yuo and would never want to annoy you. Now, I have "watermarks" on my picture but I just simple edit text onto the picture on the bottom or somewhere... but they are more complicated ways.. I suppose it all just depends on what you want your watermark to be... mmm k? Let me know if you have any questions!

~Penelope Plum

June 28, 2007 at 8:19pm

Emily P.

I don't remember ever picking on you... i say i look bad in pictures, but that's not ur fault.

June 30, 2007 at 10:53am

Vending Machines have screwed me again.

Hi! My name is Corey Anne Burbank.

(You: Hi, Corey)

I have to admit that I have been having problems with vending machines for quite some time. (**tear, tear**) Since beginning college, I have had this painful addiction to sweets, and vending machines have been the needle, sort-to-speak, the method to deliver the fix. Now lately, I have been working on correcting this habit, but it hasn't been easy, and it hasn't been pretty.

Now, vending machines have been very detrimental and have screwed me before. One common example is when they take my money, without giving me anything in return. Like, when the candy bar is on the verge of falling down, but gravity is slow to work it's magic. And I'm already late for class. There's been plenty of times that this addiction has caused me to miss my intended bus. One time, I was so tired, that I incorrectly typed in the code, and I got chocolate covered raisins! Gross! I've even been cheated out of getting anything because I typed in code for a slot that was empty.

But never have I been this screwed over thanks to a vending machine. I went into Mason Hall in order to get something to drink out of the vending machine (it's okay, I was not going to get any sweets), but the vending machine had to say "Cash Only" and because I don't carry cash on me and only had my MCard, I had to go somewhere where I could get some refreshing liquid. The Union is not far from Mason, so I decided to trod over across the street. I didn't feel like getting my bike unlocked, so I just hiked over there, it was only supposed to be a quick endeavor. It was sprinkling when I went into the Union. I preceded to go to Subway, got a delicious Dasini Strawberry water (YUM!), which at most, could have taken 1 minute and then.....

IT WAS RAINING CATS AND DOGS OUTSIDE!!!

Not only was it already raining cats and dogs, it preceded to rain faster... And I don't own an umbrella. And so now I'm sitting soaking wet and freezing cold in the Fishbowl.

I blame the vending machine for not accepting all types of monetary payments.

Originally posted on Facebook.

I wish I could just be happy.

Why can't I just be happy? How can I just be happy? Why can't I block out the rest of the world and forget about everything? How can I just say, well, I'm going to be happy, and let that be that? I'm so frustrated with myself right now, how can I just not worry about the things that I have done? Or in some cases, the things that I have not. How in the f'ing world do I expect to reach my goals if I haven't the motivation to do what is required of me, let alone above and beyond? Then there begs the question, what do I really want out of life? I thought I wanted it all. To travel and save lives. But now, all I want to do is create a life. I still want to achieve my dreams; I don't think making a family is all I want to do. I don't think that's what would make me happy. The future is such a mystery, and all I want to do is skip ahead to the good stuff. Why do I have to go through this shit right now? You know, I thought I was done with this stage. I thought I was done with the homesickness and loneliness and all other meh.

Originally posted on Facebook.

COMMENTS
Jon H.
PREACH IT SISTA!!!

I know how you feel. ;-)

Lean on him who passes all understanding. No, I wasn't talking about mi brother but he is a good example of His support.

"God wont give you anything you can't handle. Even if he has to give you stronger sholders to carry it on." ~ Stacy Roberts

J. Heffizzle Out. :-D