Band = Death
Heya! What up!? Sorry I haven't updated in a while. My schedule has consisted of almost nothing but sleep and "hell."
I have been waking up at 7 every morning and have to be on the field for band at 8. I stay in the blazing heat till 11 when I get to go to lunch, then I "get" to go to band again and sit in a hot room full of smelly peeople blowing nasty air through dirty horns. Fun? No. I also "get" to deal with stupid freshman. There are only about 3 that I like. Whatever. This is gay. I have so much to talk about, but not in here. That's why I'm cutting this short. K? bye.
Band = Death
P.S. My arms, shoulders, calfs and abs hurt like crap. bye