the reason you breathe
So I didn't make homecoming court. Big surprise. I'm neither rich and skinny nor black and skinny, and apparently those are the two types who are suitable for riding on the backs of convertibles in parades and wearing little skirts on the football field. Damn it, I'm going to be a SWEET POTATO QUEEN!!!!!!!!
Band is going to rule my life a bit more than usual this week. We have practice every day besides Sunday, a game on Thursday, and two contests on Saturday.
As of right now, I can't play my damn clarinet. At the Thomasville game, I took my clarinet apart and stuck it in my hat for about two minutes while I went to get water during thrid quarter break...and when I came back there was a little chip in my mouthpiece (and when I say "little", I mean MINISCULE), and it rendered me unable to play a single freaking NOTE. Shellhouse says I must have the nicest, most expensive mouthpiece since I'm first chair and he's sending me to honor bands and blahblahblah...so it's fucking $65!!!! I can't really be mad at the girl who knocked my beloved baby clarinet over, though, because it was this little freshman flute who positively burst into tears when she saw it was damaged. She took it harder than I did...and I love my damn clarinet, now.
Band is going to rule my life a bit more than usual this week. We have practice every day besides Sunday, a game on Thursday, and two contests on Saturday.
As of right now, I can't play my damn clarinet. At the Thomasville game, I took my clarinet apart and stuck it in my hat for about two minutes while I went to get water during thrid quarter break...and when I came back there was a little chip in my mouthpiece (and when I say "little", I mean MINISCULE), and it rendered me unable to play a single freaking NOTE. Shellhouse says I must have the nicest, most expensive mouthpiece since I'm first chair and he's sending me to honor bands and blahblahblah...so it's fucking $65!!!! I can't really be mad at the girl who knocked my beloved baby clarinet over, though, because it was this little freshman flute who positively burst into tears when she saw it was damaged. She took it harder than I did...and I love my damn clarinet, now.