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Woo. These past few days have been CRAZY. Alright so, band is really making me busy. Like last year, only times oh.. 1000000. Ugh. I just got the scrapbook, so I've been running around getting pictures developed/printed, getting stuff for the scrapbook, and actually working on it. (Glueing, writing things down, ect.) AHH. Although it does look pretty hawt. :) Shayne's pissed because I spent a hundred dollars in Wal-Mart last night buying stuff for the scrapbook, and then I go to print out pictures and Mom yells at me because she says that the ink is screwed up and I can't do it anymore. I'm regreting becoming Historian now. I get bitched at too much. :p
GAME TONIGHT! And it's against Tate! They normally have a good band, but I don't know anything about the football team. I'm sure they're better than Lawless was last week. That was sad. They scored ONCE the entire time. And they had like... five fans. I felt horrible for them! They got beat up by us, and then no one was there to watch them/support them anyway!
Recently Kevin and I have been at war. He tried to tell me that the reason that saxophones don't play anything in the stands is because no one can hear us. I think not. So durring class I out-played EVERYONE in the section, as well as the french horns. I was smug, to say the least. And then Kevin tried to argue with me about it! He was like, "Well, you might be able to play louder than SOME of our brass players, but you couldn't play as loud as Leslie or someone." And then Fo walked up and was like, "Actually, you're wrong. A sax can play just as loud as a brass player." SO THERE. Later on, Fo was like, "Well, you did over-do it a little today in class." I was like, "At least I proved my point! I win!" And then I got a lecture about how musicians don't play to prove points, ect ect. You can tell I really paid attention at that point. I was just like, "Right. I still won." And that's all that really matters, right!?
But anyway, Mike was at the game last week. Imagine that drop you feel on a roller coaster when you stomach like, drops out, and add that to the feeling you get AFTER you throw up. You know, where you aren't sure if you're going to hurl again or now, and your mouth feels gross, and you're dizzy and stuff? Yeah, that's about how I felt. And I was hot and gross from marching, so it was horrible. And his parents were there, and I was scared to wave, because I didn't want to make things awkward. He talked to me, and it was a quick, lame conversation about how our lives were going. We were perfectly polite, but polite isn't always a good thing, now is it? We were chatting on AIM later on, and he kept asking me weird/awkward questions like, "How's you're love life?" How do you respond to that without coming off either rude or pathetic? So I told him that it was essentially, nonexistant and then I told him about Jantzen kind of stalking me. Yeah, I lied a little, but who cares?
Speaking of Jantzen, he has my bracelet!! I left it in his truck when Bridget drove me home about two weeks ago, and he still hasn't given it back! Bridget says that he's stalking me. :| So i have a football playing stalker! Woo-hoo! :)
Anyway, I have to go get ready for the game. I have to make sure that I have everything, or else I'll get thrown into the slacker section! ;)
-Kathryn out.
GAME TONIGHT! And it's against Tate! They normally have a good band, but I don't know anything about the football team. I'm sure they're better than Lawless was last week. That was sad. They scored ONCE the entire time. And they had like... five fans. I felt horrible for them! They got beat up by us, and then no one was there to watch them/support them anyway!
Recently Kevin and I have been at war. He tried to tell me that the reason that saxophones don't play anything in the stands is because no one can hear us. I think not. So durring class I out-played EVERYONE in the section, as well as the french horns. I was smug, to say the least. And then Kevin tried to argue with me about it! He was like, "Well, you might be able to play louder than SOME of our brass players, but you couldn't play as loud as Leslie or someone." And then Fo walked up and was like, "Actually, you're wrong. A sax can play just as loud as a brass player." SO THERE. Later on, Fo was like, "Well, you did over-do it a little today in class." I was like, "At least I proved my point! I win!" And then I got a lecture about how musicians don't play to prove points, ect ect. You can tell I really paid attention at that point. I was just like, "Right. I still won." And that's all that really matters, right!?
But anyway, Mike was at the game last week. Imagine that drop you feel on a roller coaster when you stomach like, drops out, and add that to the feeling you get AFTER you throw up. You know, where you aren't sure if you're going to hurl again or now, and your mouth feels gross, and you're dizzy and stuff? Yeah, that's about how I felt. And I was hot and gross from marching, so it was horrible. And his parents were there, and I was scared to wave, because I didn't want to make things awkward. He talked to me, and it was a quick, lame conversation about how our lives were going. We were perfectly polite, but polite isn't always a good thing, now is it? We were chatting on AIM later on, and he kept asking me weird/awkward questions like, "How's you're love life?" How do you respond to that without coming off either rude or pathetic? So I told him that it was essentially, nonexistant and then I told him about Jantzen kind of stalking me. Yeah, I lied a little, but who cares?
Speaking of Jantzen, he has my bracelet!! I left it in his truck when Bridget drove me home about two weeks ago, and he still hasn't given it back! Bridget says that he's stalking me. :| So i have a football playing stalker! Woo-hoo! :)
Anyway, I have to go get ready for the game. I have to make sure that I have everything, or else I'll get thrown into the slacker section! ;)
-Kathryn out.