Tengo Concernes
Has my journal been boring lately? No one seems to read it anymore...I think it's still pretty interesting.
On that note, big ass band festival today.
Don't ask me how we were. I really thought we did fantastic, but since I am the only one who thinks so, perhaps I am wrong. I also think I'm tone deaf. It all sounded in tune to me, and then they're all like "None of it was in tune" Fuck.
Don't ask me how the other bands were. I was exhausted and I slept through them. They were however very soothing, and I did hear some very nice crechendoes.
At lunch Gerry and Paul and I decided on this slogan: Sex: my antidrug.
Funniest thing ever: : :
Drew Peterson. Straight A student. Math whiz. Fluent in French as well as English. Athletic. Also musical. Picture him, standing at the back of a bus, trombone case in hand, trying to open the door by pulling the handle down. Perplexed by his lack of success. Totally ignoring the GIANT ARROW pointing up. Completely baffled when someone inside the bus pulls the handle up. Saying "Well, that explains it." Ahh, Drew.
But anything is better than going to school.
Today I love that I'm going to Myrtle Beach in like 3 days!
Today I hate drugs.