Lovin'
LETS SEE.
I just droveded from Sacramento to the TECA so that I could hang out with...Mulliagn, everyone else seems to think that sleeping at night is better than napping all day. Tomorrow I get to visit the dentist, go shopping with my dad and sissy, see Kat, and watch some of my brothers football practice.
My last Linear Algebra test was completed at 9 in the PM tonight. It is debatable (only when my mind is fighting over the truth) what my score was. I think I got a 94. No matter my score or my grade I really don't care. I'm not taking the final whether I have to or not and that is my phone a friend, final answer. I learned so much more than in my last class and did about as much work so as long as I did not fail the class I have improved.
OH WOW I just figured out how to do this. Lord. LJ 101. That should be the next class I take....so....
MOCK ROCK! Saturday, mizsaxy, 11001001 (whom is Amy, noted by some crazy number binary) and I spent our afternoon and most of the evening baking at Raley field. Well because 4 cover bands, covering music from the Eagles, Rolling Stones, Led Zep, and Pink Floyd played, outstandingly well for a crowd of around 5 grand put on by my favorite radio station in Sac 96.9. There were a lot of fights, mary jane, beer, drunks, hippies with no under garments revealing crack from their torn jeans, and to top it off ROCK AN ROLL!
There is the funny drunk story where I had a drunk yelling in my face, "THERE'S NO MORE BEER..." and then when I was buying nachos..."ARE YOU SELLING HER BEER??...you stupid...a##$%^#$%^%#.." Crazyness, I hope there were no police officers hurt in the carriage of the drunk out of the ball park.
AND there was a Hagar sighting. I will once and for all say, it hurts me too, that NO it was not Sammy. I have done intensive research and the real Sammy is just....well bluntly much better looking. It is sad and we were fooled, but that is life.I'm still going to tell people I saw SH anyways.
We were waiting by the bathroom and this guy (who was drunk/high or on some type of drugs/hit with a broom) says to Amy, "I'll see you on the dark side of my balls." Now at the time we all rolled our eyes in disgust and I muttered "I'll kick you in the dark side of your balls," but now I find it extremely LAFFO! Its funny. Balls will never be the same, they will always have a dark side.
Sunday was nice. I spent the last couple weeks organizing people and instruments (F sousaphones, hate them) for our "GIG" on the 31st. It went well, and no dubbed by Danny I am the proud owner of "Brass Balls." That was another story at least. We sounded really good and the color guard from the Army talked to us and shook our hands and told us they didn't expect us to sound that good/big. It was awesome. I can't thank everyone enough for being there.
Thanks to responisble band council members our last newsletter was sent on Monday. unsung did a wonderful job putting it together and Amy and I folded/stapled/labels/mailed them in just a short 3 or 4 hours. I actually think it took us longer to figure out/print up the labels as it did to send them on there way. Thanks to the newly appointed label maker, Chunky Mouse, we will never again have to struggle to make labels.
Now. All the problems I have been facing in the last week can fly away. I wanted to write about them, but I think I still need time to ponder. Besides it's 2:15 and I need to get up early...around 10:30, to spend my fathers money...I really hope. :)