Disclaimer: Igot my ideas for this chappy from another writer.
Diaries of a colorgaurd
Day 1
Band camp, concentration camp for the retarded.
Later: We don't even have a personal instructor! What kind of flaunchy band is this? I'm calling my lawyer!
Even Later: I made an appointed ment with my lawyer in May. Just in time for next season.
Day 2
Wow. 'I never KNEW you could do THAT with a DRUMSTICK' I cried earlier surprised at how great the snare player could play!
Later: Im under the impression some people were scared by the way I said that to the snare drummer.
Day 3
My co-gaurdists are all idiots. Except for the one who's almost as tall as me. She's just disfunctional.
Me and the disfuntional one talked to a flute. I proposed that we drop the drum major's instrument off the top riser. She complied after the disfuntional one offered her a chance to play with our flags whenever she wanted to.
Later: We finally got a personal coach.
Even Later: I'm keeping my appointment. You never know what kinds of things the director might do.
Day 4
Mmmm. I'm not positive exactly what it is. But if that cute drummer boys says its ok. It better than ok.
Later: The trumpets cried, the flutes mourned, the gaurdists bitched, and the drum major yelled "Somebody save it!" He drove it all the way to the vet. A squirrel get squashed by a bass drum!
Not that I care about that stupid squirrel but now I love it!
Even later
While my fellow gaurdist and everyone else cried and bitched about that stupid squirrel me and the snare drummer went to the back of the auditorium.
Day 5
I snuck off again while everyone was rejoicing the squirrels safety. I took a nap under the stage.
Day 6
The poor retarded sousaphone. Stepped on a psyco's flute.
Later: I got some barbeque sousy before going to the flag closet to plot my ways to take over bandom.
Day 7
The flute and I made a deal. She can have the first half of band camp in the uniform closet with out gaurdist if I can have the second half with the snare.
Later: Ahhhhh. Such a state of intense joy and delight I almost forgot about conquering band. Almost.
Day 8
Haha! Bandom is mine! I made evveryone run around in circles with tye-dye T-flags! Bruahahahahaha!
Later: Damnit! The band director is coming back from vacation on thursday!
Diaries of a colorgaurd
Day 1
Band camp, concentration camp for the retarded.
Later: We don't even have a personal instructor! What kind of flaunchy band is this? I'm calling my lawyer!
Even Later: I made an appointed ment with my lawyer in May. Just in time for next season.
Day 2
Wow. 'I never KNEW you could do THAT with a DRUMSTICK' I cried earlier surprised at how great the snare player could play!
Later: Im under the impression some people were scared by the way I said that to the snare drummer.
Day 3
My co-gaurdists are all idiots. Except for the one who's almost as tall as me. She's just disfunctional.
Me and the disfuntional one talked to a flute. I proposed that we drop the drum major's instrument off the top riser. She complied after the disfuntional one offered her a chance to play with our flags whenever she wanted to.
Later: We finally got a personal coach.
Even Later: I'm keeping my appointment. You never know what kinds of things the director might do.
Day 4
Mmmm. I'm not positive exactly what it is. But if that cute drummer boys says its ok. It better than ok.
Later: The trumpets cried, the flutes mourned, the gaurdists bitched, and the drum major yelled "Somebody save it!" He drove it all the way to the vet. A squirrel get squashed by a bass drum!
Not that I care about that stupid squirrel but now I love it!
Even later
While my fellow gaurdist and everyone else cried and bitched about that stupid squirrel me and the snare drummer went to the back of the auditorium.
Day 5
I snuck off again while everyone was rejoicing the squirrels safety. I took a nap under the stage.
Day 6
The poor retarded sousaphone. Stepped on a psyco's flute.
Later: I got some barbeque sousy before going to the flag closet to plot my ways to take over bandom.
Day 7
The flute and I made a deal. She can have the first half of band camp in the uniform closet with out gaurdist if I can have the second half with the snare.
Later: Ahhhhh. Such a state of intense joy and delight I almost forgot about conquering band. Almost.
Day 8
Haha! Bandom is mine! I made evveryone run around in circles with tye-dye T-flags! Bruahahahahaha!
Later: Damnit! The band director is coming back from vacation on thursday!