T'was the pride of the peaches...
So the pep-rally only sort of sucked. I got to tape it so it was more fun than it would have been sitting. Then I had to wait afterschool for my bro to get help on the drumline audition pieces which was a joke. Afro-man against my bro on the drums would end with Fro bleeding from his eyes and ears as the Pearl harness entangled itself in his massively gross hair. Then I studied, that's right... I said studied, for some AP material. It was potentially one of the best nights I can recall. Some people just amaze you.... Tux renting probably tomorrow, I sort of have it picked out already, and it's the shit, more on that later. It's good and late... amd I'm going to bed... just remember: You can't fake the funk on a nasty dunk...