Obesity...
::Saturday::
So on Saturday I get to start out my glorious day with Saturday school which is possibly the most boring thing I've experienced in my life. After Saturday school went to practice and learned some ballad work. I conveniently came right at lunch and ate at KFC with the guard. Ran through the ballad a couple of times and had some snazzy poses. After practice took Brie home in Huntington Beach. When we got home Heffa decided it would be a glorious idea to visit Party City. Best idea ever. After 2 seconds of walking into party city, we totally caused a disturbance over Tiki Ware and clearance items. I was totally the five year old of the day. Heffa was gonna get this awesome tippy cup for babies but then we came across the coolest cups in the world. They're like spiced up goblets and crap with krazy straw detours of doom [or glory?] So Heffa got the Goblet, I got the tropical cup with a palm tree straw, and we got Victoria a snazzy Ice cream cup thing [that took her forever to realize was Ice cream.] And then we got glorious cup rack and air horn with 200 blasts. The odd thing about the air horn was that it had the strangest comments on how to use it like: Carry in your purse. Air horn cannot be used against you [like it's gonna rebel?], every Senior citizen, student, and overtime worker should not be without it! [Disgruntled overtime working riots? I swear if a senior citizen blew an air horn at me I'd be like WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?] Heffa bought 2 which = 400 blasts of glory. I went to sleep quite contently that night.
::Sunday::
7:45 A.M. to go to practice. agh. x.x;; Brie decides to call Heffa at like 7:25 in the morning to get a ride ... wasn't gonna happen. I almost blew the air horn at the gang meetings off Pioneer in Cerritos. That woulda been entertaining. Apparently the guard likes to arrive at like 8:15 in the morning. At Cerritos we revelled at the amazing-ness of the cups from Party City for a good 45 minutes. Shelley likes to tell random freeway stories. o.O;; Stretch blocks owns my life sometimes and I almost die playing the sodomy game with Victoria. I apparently decided to body slam Victoria on her sodomy. ^.^;; yay bigger second? Splits also own my life. Ballad cleaning was mighty fun. Drinking from the Party City cups is way too much effort for practice use. At this point I realize that my livejournal posts are really choppy... maybe I'll do something about it next time. Lunch was way glorious a A&W. Me, Katrine, Victoria, Heffa, and Amber all go to A&W for lunch and get very obese meals. So I devour my hamburger, fries, and ranch and proceed to eat Katrina's fries and then Amber's chicken. Obesity? Yes. Victoria and I have ultimate obese moment devouring other people's fries but become distraugt when we run out. I decide to make and obesity song Frank Sinatra style. Little did we know Heffa was holding out on us and consuming fries quietly in the corner by herself. She wins the obesity game at A&W. We use the bathrooms at Cerritos and are late for practice - Mark makes us run a lap - understandable. So after the lap Ena puts on her gloves and starts walking to her spot and Shelley :yells: "Ena get to your spot!!" Oh hell no. And apparently told Robert that if he doesn't practice more on sabre they're gonna cut him from Sabre line. Okay Color Guard caption head? Hopefully Mark, Alex, or Heffa talk to her. I felt really good about the ballad work except for the lugging around another flag, my flag, my fan, and another fan. Doom. The ballad work is extra spicy though which was fun. Sometimes it would help things if half the hornline was there or if the Baritones wern't 16 counts off in drill and music. Ironically the guard knows their shit. At the end of the rehearsal we're pretty pissed about the whole hornline situation going on. Things need to change since we have a show in like 2.5 weeks. Guard is having a sectional on friday since the camp is cancelled yet again. Obviously this means percussion and horns have to have a sectional too. Who knew? Bad thing is Dance Production is that night. gah. I feared getting my throat slit by Mark and was about to use ninja-substitute action with Victoria. No throat-slitting action though. Phew. But then we contemplated how I was going to get to Arroyo at like 9 at night since the guard was gonna stay at Victoria's. Victoria suggested a caravan-style Elisa dealy thing. I'll have to talk to her about that. Damn I need to drive. Victoria and I also pondered sneaky Asian Ninja action. No talk of the here though. After practice Heffa dropped of Brie and Victoria dropped off the kids and we went to Elisa's for a pseudo-family guy party thing. I got to meet Elisa's family. :In accented Arnold Schwartzenegar [sp?] voice: "I'm a little girly-girl!" with accompanying girly hand movements. Most glorious thing I've ever seen in reference to my "satchel" as Elisa likes to call it. Elisa likes to hug in tondue. Elisa made me glorious pasta and salad wit tortellini since I called it before Heffa. I win. Heffa gets bootleg normal pasta. Obviously Heffa and I obesely eat the pasta and salad too. I was content. Victoria brought over stuff for Peppermint Schnobb shots. Didn't get to try it this time. Maybe at the sleepover on friday? I met John David. He seems nice. Victoria, me, Heffa, and Melissa watch Elisa's spiffy photos. Very entertaining. We go downstairs and watch an awesome Family Guy episode after. We're totally getting a shirt made that says "Sperm Dumpster" haha. The emo boys outside Elisa's like to take sticks and play light-sabre star wars action. Quite awkward. Also quite awkward with my hands up Victoria's shirt attempting to hide Peppermint Schnob away from people. I fell asleep on the ride home in Heffa's car [as usual] but upon waking up in Heffa's car at my complex I remember saying something but I think I said something very awkward. [P.S. Heffa tell me what I said.] Guard owns my life.
::Monday::
The anti-glorious. Going to school makes me realize I fucking hate this place like no other. Gah. I only like like 2 classes and all my other classes are doom. I really don't care for them anymore. 3 weeks for my grades to drop. Hurrah. I also have 5 final projects to do. Yay. One of the [for French class] which is a partner project and I hate group projects like no other. So I ask my teacher if I can work on the project alone and she's like, "NO! You have a partner you have to learn to work with partners! And I'm like WTF!? Is this leadership camp!? I just wanna finish the fucking project. I hate school. Dance Production rehearsal today. Glorious. Not really. Eh. Can't wait for practice tomorrow. Guard does own my life. I've decided.
So on Saturday I get to start out my glorious day with Saturday school which is possibly the most boring thing I've experienced in my life. After Saturday school went to practice and learned some ballad work. I conveniently came right at lunch and ate at KFC with the guard. Ran through the ballad a couple of times and had some snazzy poses. After practice took Brie home in Huntington Beach. When we got home Heffa decided it would be a glorious idea to visit Party City. Best idea ever. After 2 seconds of walking into party city, we totally caused a disturbance over Tiki Ware and clearance items. I was totally the five year old of the day. Heffa was gonna get this awesome tippy cup for babies but then we came across the coolest cups in the world. They're like spiced up goblets and crap with krazy straw detours of doom [or glory?] So Heffa got the Goblet, I got the tropical cup with a palm tree straw, and we got Victoria a snazzy Ice cream cup thing [that took her forever to realize was Ice cream.] And then we got glorious cup rack and air horn with 200 blasts. The odd thing about the air horn was that it had the strangest comments on how to use it like: Carry in your purse. Air horn cannot be used against you [like it's gonna rebel?], every Senior citizen, student, and overtime worker should not be without it! [Disgruntled overtime working riots? I swear if a senior citizen blew an air horn at me I'd be like WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?] Heffa bought 2 which = 400 blasts of glory. I went to sleep quite contently that night.
::Sunday::
7:45 A.M. to go to practice. agh. x.x;; Brie decides to call Heffa at like 7:25 in the morning to get a ride ... wasn't gonna happen. I almost blew the air horn at the gang meetings off Pioneer in Cerritos. That woulda been entertaining. Apparently the guard likes to arrive at like 8:15 in the morning. At Cerritos we revelled at the amazing-ness of the cups from Party City for a good 45 minutes. Shelley likes to tell random freeway stories. o.O;; Stretch blocks owns my life sometimes and I almost die playing the sodomy game with Victoria. I apparently decided to body slam Victoria on her sodomy. ^.^;; yay bigger second? Splits also own my life. Ballad cleaning was mighty fun. Drinking from the Party City cups is way too much effort for practice use. At this point I realize that my livejournal posts are really choppy... maybe I'll do something about it next time. Lunch was way glorious a A&W. Me, Katrine, Victoria, Heffa, and Amber all go to A&W for lunch and get very obese meals. So I devour my hamburger, fries, and ranch and proceed to eat Katrina's fries and then Amber's chicken. Obesity? Yes. Victoria and I have ultimate obese moment devouring other people's fries but become distraugt when we run out. I decide to make and obesity song Frank Sinatra style. Little did we know Heffa was holding out on us and consuming fries quietly in the corner by herself. She wins the obesity game at A&W. We use the bathrooms at Cerritos and are late for practice - Mark makes us run a lap - understandable. So after the lap Ena puts on her gloves and starts walking to her spot and Shelley :yells: "Ena get to your spot!!" Oh hell no. And apparently told Robert that if he doesn't practice more on sabre they're gonna cut him from Sabre line. Okay Color Guard caption head? Hopefully Mark, Alex, or Heffa talk to her. I felt really good about the ballad work except for the lugging around another flag, my flag, my fan, and another fan. Doom. The ballad work is extra spicy though which was fun. Sometimes it would help things if half the hornline was there or if the Baritones wern't 16 counts off in drill and music. Ironically the guard knows their shit. At the end of the rehearsal we're pretty pissed about the whole hornline situation going on. Things need to change since we have a show in like 2.5 weeks. Guard is having a sectional on friday since the camp is cancelled yet again. Obviously this means percussion and horns have to have a sectional too. Who knew? Bad thing is Dance Production is that night. gah. I feared getting my throat slit by Mark and was about to use ninja-substitute action with Victoria. No throat-slitting action though. Phew. But then we contemplated how I was going to get to Arroyo at like 9 at night since the guard was gonna stay at Victoria's. Victoria suggested a caravan-style Elisa dealy thing. I'll have to talk to her about that. Damn I need to drive. Victoria and I also pondered sneaky Asian Ninja action. No talk of the here though. After practice Heffa dropped of Brie and Victoria dropped off the kids and we went to Elisa's for a pseudo-family guy party thing. I got to meet Elisa's family. :In accented Arnold Schwartzenegar [sp?] voice: "I'm a little girly-girl!" with accompanying girly hand movements. Most glorious thing I've ever seen in reference to my "satchel" as Elisa likes to call it. Elisa likes to hug in tondue. Elisa made me glorious pasta and salad wit tortellini since I called it before Heffa. I win. Heffa gets bootleg normal pasta. Obviously Heffa and I obesely eat the pasta and salad too. I was content. Victoria brought over stuff for Peppermint Schnobb shots. Didn't get to try it this time. Maybe at the sleepover on friday? I met John David. He seems nice. Victoria, me, Heffa, and Melissa watch Elisa's spiffy photos. Very entertaining. We go downstairs and watch an awesome Family Guy episode after. We're totally getting a shirt made that says "Sperm Dumpster" haha. The emo boys outside Elisa's like to take sticks and play light-sabre star wars action. Quite awkward. Also quite awkward with my hands up Victoria's shirt attempting to hide Peppermint Schnob away from people. I fell asleep on the ride home in Heffa's car [as usual] but upon waking up in Heffa's car at my complex I remember saying something but I think I said something very awkward. [P.S. Heffa tell me what I said.] Guard owns my life.
::Monday::
The anti-glorious. Going to school makes me realize I fucking hate this place like no other. Gah. I only like like 2 classes and all my other classes are doom. I really don't care for them anymore. 3 weeks for my grades to drop. Hurrah. I also have 5 final projects to do. Yay. One of the [for French class] which is a partner project and I hate group projects like no other. So I ask my teacher if I can work on the project alone and she's like, "NO! You have a partner you have to learn to work with partners! And I'm like WTF!? Is this leadership camp!? I just wanna finish the fucking project. I hate school. Dance Production rehearsal today. Glorious. Not really. Eh. Can't wait for practice tomorrow. Guard does own my life. I've decided.