1 RANDOM STUFF @ EIGHT
THE AUTHOR STRIKES BACK (AAH!)
Yea! I have returned! Sorry for the inconvenience but my homework load has plagued me for several weeks (US History project, two take home tests, several thousand tests and quizzes and so much more!)
I now have a new web-site/open-diary: http://arpunk227.pitas.com/ filled with more random stuff (more is to come for that site including reviews and other goodies…)
TODAY'S RANDOM STORY/TOPIC: MARCHING BAND: BEHIND THE PLUMES…
Another happy day rests in the hands of the author when she is rudely waken up by her legal guardian…
Guardian: GET UP! You'll be late for practice!
Arpunk227: Huh…what do you mean; it's five o'clock in the morning?
Guardian: Don't you remember? If you're late again, they'll put you in THE BOX…
Arpunk227: What…
Guardian: Hurry up!
The author rushes to the shower and arrives just in time for attendance…
SSL (Squad Section Leader…): Why were you not at sectionals this morning?
Arpunk227: We had sectionals…
SSL: Yes! And important ones at that!
Arpunk227: Did I miss anything exciting about these sectionals?
SSL: MARCHING, YOU FOOL!
Arpunk227: (huge sarcasm) oh no, I will now be scarred for life because I missed some marching…ooh…
SSL: (whacks arpunk227 with its clarinet): FOOL! DO NOT TALK BACK TO ME!
Arpunk227: Ow!…that smarts…(bleep)
SSL: (whacks arpunk227 again): DO NOT CURSE IN FRONT OF ME FOOL! OR SHALL I REPORT YOU TO OUR HEAD DM (Drum Major)?
Arpunk227: umm…
SSL: Now – get in line for set *rest is cut off from obnoxious drumming warm ups*
Arpunk227: What! I can't hear you!
SSL: GO! (begins to blow a shiny whistle and quickly states off random German lines…)
Thus our helpless author tries helplessly to find her way on the field (background chatter: I'm confused…help me!)
Arpunk227: Do you remember what set were on?
Clarinet player #5: Bite me wench!
Arpunk227: Do you remember what set were on?
Clarinet player #8: Um…I don't know…you should know cause you're an upperclassman…
Arpunk227: Dude! I'm asking you…
Clarinet player #8: Uh…
SSL: Quiet fools! Our "masters" are appearing…
(The Darth Vadar Theme begins randomly playing…the bandleaders' look like neo-nazis with nazi uniforms…scary…very scary…one neo-nazi band director climbs to the "tower" and begins to "assemble the troops"…)
NNBD#1 (Neo-Nazi Band Director #1): THIS IS A QUIET REHERSAL. ANYONE WHO TALKS WILL BE SENT TO "DETENTION"…
Random Trumpet Player: What set are we on?
(Several SSL carry the random trumpet player off the field and into a small corner where he is relentlessly beaten up...*background noise: Help me! *)
NNBD#1: QUIET SWINE! THIS IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU IF YOU DO NOT OBEY….
(Everyone seems to be mesmerized – except for our author who is now momentarily confused…)
Arpunk227: uh…I'm confused
THE AUTHOR STRIKES BACK (AAH!)
Yea! I have returned! Sorry for the inconvenience but my homework load has plagued me for several weeks (US History project, two take home tests, several thousand tests and quizzes and so much more!)
I now have a new web-site/open-diary: http://arpunk227.pitas.com/ filled with more random stuff (more is to come for that site including reviews and other goodies…)
TODAY'S RANDOM STORY/TOPIC: MARCHING BAND: BEHIND THE PLUMES…
Another happy day rests in the hands of the author when she is rudely waken up by her legal guardian…
Guardian: GET UP! You'll be late for practice!
Arpunk227: Huh…what do you mean; it's five o'clock in the morning?
Guardian: Don't you remember? If you're late again, they'll put you in THE BOX…
Arpunk227: What…
Guardian: Hurry up!
The author rushes to the shower and arrives just in time for attendance…
SSL (Squad Section Leader…): Why were you not at sectionals this morning?
Arpunk227: We had sectionals…
SSL: Yes! And important ones at that!
Arpunk227: Did I miss anything exciting about these sectionals?
SSL: MARCHING, YOU FOOL!
Arpunk227: (huge sarcasm) oh no, I will now be scarred for life because I missed some marching…ooh…
SSL: (whacks arpunk227 with its clarinet): FOOL! DO NOT TALK BACK TO ME!
Arpunk227: Ow!…that smarts…(bleep)
SSL: (whacks arpunk227 again): DO NOT CURSE IN FRONT OF ME FOOL! OR SHALL I REPORT YOU TO OUR HEAD DM (Drum Major)?
Arpunk227: umm…
SSL: Now – get in line for set *rest is cut off from obnoxious drumming warm ups*
Arpunk227: What! I can't hear you!
SSL: GO! (begins to blow a shiny whistle and quickly states off random German lines…)
Thus our helpless author tries helplessly to find her way on the field (background chatter: I'm confused…help me!)
Arpunk227: Do you remember what set were on?
Clarinet player #5: Bite me wench!
Arpunk227: Do you remember what set were on?
Clarinet player #8: Um…I don't know…you should know cause you're an upperclassman…
Arpunk227: Dude! I'm asking you…
Clarinet player #8: Uh…
SSL: Quiet fools! Our "masters" are appearing…
(The Darth Vadar Theme begins randomly playing…the bandleaders' look like neo-nazis with nazi uniforms…scary…very scary…one neo-nazi band director climbs to the "tower" and begins to "assemble the troops"…)
NNBD#1 (Neo-Nazi Band Director #1): THIS IS A QUIET REHERSAL. ANYONE WHO TALKS WILL BE SENT TO "DETENTION"…
Random Trumpet Player: What set are we on?
(Several SSL carry the random trumpet player off the field and into a small corner where he is relentlessly beaten up...*background noise: Help me! *)
NNBD#1: QUIET SWINE! THIS IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU IF YOU DO NOT OBEY….
(Everyone seems to be mesmerized – except for our author who is now momentarily confused…)
Arpunk227: uh…I'm confused