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Man it's been a long time. Oy vey.
Where to start? I don't even know. Life's just a little crazy right now. Between robotics, this stupid show choir, and God knows what else, I've been a little high-strung. I know, most of you out there have higher-octane lives than mine right now. I don't wanna hear it. I don't care.
St. Louis a couple of weeks ago went alright. I never knew how crazy it got down there in the pits. Now I know. I may have been assigned the mundane (and almost insulting) job of Battery Boy, but I threw my hat in the ring and worked on the robot as well. I'll tell you, adding 30 pounds of steel to random places on the robot was the best half-hour of the entire weekend. We managed to pull off an impressive second place. I'm happy with it. Take off a wing or two, beef up the arm, and we'll wtfpwn Detroit. Watch out, bitches. And then of course, there's nationals in Atlanta during spring break. If only I can be careful not to screw a few things up pretty horribly, I should be fine.
So apparently I'm in the band for this really stupid show choir that Ford apparently funds every other year. My God, someone shoot me now. It's one of the worst band experiences of my four years here. I hate the music, I hate the dancers, and I now hate Indiana. That's were the competition was this past weekend. Gag. The best part was leaving. Sad, right? I know.
I think I finally understand why freshman year sucked so hard. It only took me four years to see it. I should never have had to shoulder that kind of story. It just wasn't fair.
I'm really starting to fear for the marching band next year, and of course, more specifically, the trumpets. The leadership sucks (not Schoenherr- he's cool), the potential shows all suck, and as for my section, with Dawn gone, I don't know if the rest of the will-be seniors can handle them all, especially Kusch. I hate him so much.
Three more months. Please go by faster.
I wish I could focus. Too bad I can't. Could get me in trouble.
This is probably why I don't post much anymore. They taper off into nothing.
I wish this month never happened.
And on that note, goodnight fuckers.
Where to start? I don't even know. Life's just a little crazy right now. Between robotics, this stupid show choir, and God knows what else, I've been a little high-strung. I know, most of you out there have higher-octane lives than mine right now. I don't wanna hear it. I don't care.
St. Louis a couple of weeks ago went alright. I never knew how crazy it got down there in the pits. Now I know. I may have been assigned the mundane (and almost insulting) job of Battery Boy, but I threw my hat in the ring and worked on the robot as well. I'll tell you, adding 30 pounds of steel to random places on the robot was the best half-hour of the entire weekend. We managed to pull off an impressive second place. I'm happy with it. Take off a wing or two, beef up the arm, and we'll wtfpwn Detroit. Watch out, bitches. And then of course, there's nationals in Atlanta during spring break. If only I can be careful not to screw a few things up pretty horribly, I should be fine.
So apparently I'm in the band for this really stupid show choir that Ford apparently funds every other year. My God, someone shoot me now. It's one of the worst band experiences of my four years here. I hate the music, I hate the dancers, and I now hate Indiana. That's were the competition was this past weekend. Gag. The best part was leaving. Sad, right? I know.
I think I finally understand why freshman year sucked so hard. It only took me four years to see it. I should never have had to shoulder that kind of story. It just wasn't fair.
I'm really starting to fear for the marching band next year, and of course, more specifically, the trumpets. The leadership sucks (not Schoenherr- he's cool), the potential shows all suck, and as for my section, with Dawn gone, I don't know if the rest of the will-be seniors can handle them all, especially Kusch. I hate him so much.
Three more months. Please go by faster.
I wish I could focus. Too bad I can't. Could get me in trouble.
This is probably why I don't post much anymore. They taper off into nothing.
I wish this month never happened.
And on that note, goodnight fuckers.