yawn. long-ish entry.
Oh, why hello.
You scared the crap out of me.
Not really. but hello anyway.
I'm listening to Kent because they are awesome. On that note, it's funny to hear Swedish people pronounce "blue jeans." sounds more like "bleu dings."
That ninjitsu thing went quite well, now I'm more of a ninja then ever. I suppose.
The next day I had to go on this symphonic band trip to Winston-Salem, NC, where we played at this big band festival-type thing.. it wasn't competition-type scenario, it was more like "this is the music we're playing and why it's significant to north carolina" (there was a big lecture by our director inbetween each piece, so we were all falling asleep.. it was 10am, so it's totally justified.)
That was two days ago. When we got back here to Greenville, I found out when I reached my room that I had misplaced my cell phone.
For about 10 minutes I freaked out and retraced my steps to find it, leading back to where our bus was, but it had gone.
Suddenly, Becky, a very good friend of mine, came by and asked what was up. I told her, and she called my phone. That was actually a really good idea. Someone picked up, and it turns out that I'd dropped my phone on a set of stairs leading up to my dorm, but this guy picked it up. And he was in band. So it wasn't really weird. He said he recognized some names on the phone (other band people) so he kept it until he found out whose it was. Nice guy.
After that little period of hysteria, I came back to my room, and decided at some point that evening that I wanted to rearrange it.
Since my roommate moved out.
ZAM.
And my room is awesome now because it's ALL MINE wahahahahah. yeah.
Anyway-- I started rearranging the room entirely by myself, which went well until I had to rebunk the two beds in here. It'd be simple with two people, one on each side, lifting it up and connecting it in this weird way.
Instead, I struggled by myself for about an hour to rebunk the beds, by lifting the other bed, in pieces, onto mine.
Which didn't work.
So I tried calling my friends... and nobody answered my calls. I called at least six different people but NOBODY PICKED UP THEIR EFFING PHONE.
So my bed was in this precarious position, about to fall over and maybe smash my computer or CD player, while I'm waiting very impatiently for someone to call me back.. but nobody did.
SO
I ended up calling another friend of mine that I know a little less than my best friends, but she's in composition with me so we're cool. She said that though she was at McDonald's, she could call a friend to come help me.
So I told her I'd try calling my friends again, then call her back and ask for that person to help if my friends didn't pick up.
So I called my friends again, and Jim, (he's actually quite a bit like Mark Sherman) a good friend of mine also, picked up, FINALLY..
I asked him to come over, he agreed to, so I went down the staircase where I usually let my friends into my building (it's all locked up), and then Tom and Kyle (my friends who I tried calling about 10 times) walked by.
I was a little pissed off so I think they got that point, but they had left their cell phones in their room, go figure, so they didn't get my messages/calls.
[out of context, but still good stuff: Download and listen to "Title of the Song" by DaVinci's Notebook. It's great. Makes fun of the 'boy band' style, and it's really catchy anyway.]
So anyway, I had my friends there, since Jim showed up 30 seconds later, and I let them up into my room, which was a mess, and they helped me fix it up, and now it's all shnazzy.
Supposedly they're going to hit me up with a new roommate December 15th, but I'm hoping to move down the hall by then.
This is the gangsta rap hallway, in case I haven't mentioned it before.
It's quite hellish.
Anyway.
That was a few days ago. Like.. two days ago. So clearly it's not relevant anymore.
Actually, some funny things did happen on the trip to Winston-Salem that are worth mentioning.
For instance..
Kyle, Tom, and I ate at Taco Bell a few hours before the concert..
We were eating inside, and you know how they have those drink machines near the counter? Well, we were just sitting there, eating, and suddenly the drink machine started rattling a bit, then a handful of ice just fell down from inside of it.
We sat for a moment and looked at it.
Then I turned around slowly and said, "must be that time of month."
And it was hilarious.
Middle school humor type stuff, but it was funny. Really.
Speaking of middle school humor (!), when they called roll on the bus before we left for Greenville, they called my name out and instead of answering "here!" I yelled out "pregnant!"..
and everyone laughed.
Because I'm obviously a comedic genius.
Actually, I said it because nobody else was making jokes at the time.. but enough of that.
What else is there to say?
Not sure. I'm tired as crap and I have a composition to write for theory tomorrow.
So there's that.
I'm out. Like a light.
-Brian
You scared the crap out of me.
Not really. but hello anyway.
I'm listening to Kent because they are awesome. On that note, it's funny to hear Swedish people pronounce "blue jeans." sounds more like "bleu dings."
That ninjitsu thing went quite well, now I'm more of a ninja then ever. I suppose.
The next day I had to go on this symphonic band trip to Winston-Salem, NC, where we played at this big band festival-type thing.. it wasn't competition-type scenario, it was more like "this is the music we're playing and why it's significant to north carolina" (there was a big lecture by our director inbetween each piece, so we were all falling asleep.. it was 10am, so it's totally justified.)
That was two days ago. When we got back here to Greenville, I found out when I reached my room that I had misplaced my cell phone.
For about 10 minutes I freaked out and retraced my steps to find it, leading back to where our bus was, but it had gone.
Suddenly, Becky, a very good friend of mine, came by and asked what was up. I told her, and she called my phone. That was actually a really good idea. Someone picked up, and it turns out that I'd dropped my phone on a set of stairs leading up to my dorm, but this guy picked it up. And he was in band. So it wasn't really weird. He said he recognized some names on the phone (other band people) so he kept it until he found out whose it was. Nice guy.
After that little period of hysteria, I came back to my room, and decided at some point that evening that I wanted to rearrange it.
Since my roommate moved out.
ZAM.
And my room is awesome now because it's ALL MINE wahahahahah. yeah.
Anyway-- I started rearranging the room entirely by myself, which went well until I had to rebunk the two beds in here. It'd be simple with two people, one on each side, lifting it up and connecting it in this weird way.
Instead, I struggled by myself for about an hour to rebunk the beds, by lifting the other bed, in pieces, onto mine.
Which didn't work.
So I tried calling my friends... and nobody answered my calls. I called at least six different people but NOBODY PICKED UP THEIR EFFING PHONE.
So my bed was in this precarious position, about to fall over and maybe smash my computer or CD player, while I'm waiting very impatiently for someone to call me back.. but nobody did.
SO
I ended up calling another friend of mine that I know a little less than my best friends, but she's in composition with me so we're cool. She said that though she was at McDonald's, she could call a friend to come help me.
So I told her I'd try calling my friends again, then call her back and ask for that person to help if my friends didn't pick up.
So I called my friends again, and Jim, (he's actually quite a bit like Mark Sherman) a good friend of mine also, picked up, FINALLY..
I asked him to come over, he agreed to, so I went down the staircase where I usually let my friends into my building (it's all locked up), and then Tom and Kyle (my friends who I tried calling about 10 times) walked by.
I was a little pissed off so I think they got that point, but they had left their cell phones in their room, go figure, so they didn't get my messages/calls.
[out of context, but still good stuff: Download and listen to "Title of the Song" by DaVinci's Notebook. It's great. Makes fun of the 'boy band' style, and it's really catchy anyway.]
So anyway, I had my friends there, since Jim showed up 30 seconds later, and I let them up into my room, which was a mess, and they helped me fix it up, and now it's all shnazzy.
Supposedly they're going to hit me up with a new roommate December 15th, but I'm hoping to move down the hall by then.
This is the gangsta rap hallway, in case I haven't mentioned it before.
It's quite hellish.
Anyway.
That was a few days ago. Like.. two days ago. So clearly it's not relevant anymore.
Actually, some funny things did happen on the trip to Winston-Salem that are worth mentioning.
For instance..
Kyle, Tom, and I ate at Taco Bell a few hours before the concert..
We were eating inside, and you know how they have those drink machines near the counter? Well, we were just sitting there, eating, and suddenly the drink machine started rattling a bit, then a handful of ice just fell down from inside of it.
We sat for a moment and looked at it.
Then I turned around slowly and said, "must be that time of month."
And it was hilarious.
Middle school humor type stuff, but it was funny. Really.
Speaking of middle school humor (!), when they called roll on the bus before we left for Greenville, they called my name out and instead of answering "here!" I yelled out "pregnant!"..
and everyone laughed.
Because I'm obviously a comedic genius.
Actually, I said it because nobody else was making jokes at the time.. but enough of that.
What else is there to say?
Not sure. I'm tired as crap and I have a composition to write for theory tomorrow.
So there's that.
I'm out. Like a light.
-Brian