August 22- No Snogging in the bandroom!

Pfffttt...I am so bored right now. It's just not even funny anymore..stop laughing..SHUT UP..okay, so maybe I'm a tad schizophrenic.

There's something I've been noticing when I enter the bandroom every morning 5 minutes before the bell. You see, there's this couple, who's names I won't reveal..cuz I just don't feel like thinking about them..but seeing as how I am...well, every morning, I walk to my bandlocker to put my shoes in it...Well, I get rudely awakened by a couple SNOGGING in the locker room. It's quite disgusting really...cuz I don't really think the dude's attractive..and watching his mouth work like a fish...pffftt..must stop thinking about that.

Okay..how boring can one town be...no joke..I mean, it's so boring..there's no mall, barely any decent resteraunts..no bowling alley...movie theaters..well, there's one, but it's a drive-in, and I hate the drive-in. Maybe I should move to Ethiopia and sell large sweaters, I hear there in need of some. They're starving..so I'll give them some clothes? Have I mentioned that I'm in a sorority? It's ridiculous, but I am. It's called #$%#$$$#. Yep..that's what it's called! Anyways, so we're doing something this Friday, which just happens to be the first football game...and yeah, you guessed it..it's away. So, I'm gonna have to have a small chat with Sweatsensmirgen and tell him,

"Look, if I can't leave early, then I quit."

Yeah..that's what I'll tell him..I'm gonna stand up to him and be all up in his grrrill.

....Okay...so that probably won't happen, seeing as how I couldn't even stand up to him when he asked me to play the flugelhorn. I still say that man cornerned me and wrote the words SUCKER on my forehead.

I find myself wondering about the mysteries of life...

1) Why anyone would want to live here

2)Why William's sweats so much

3)Is there such thing as too many sweat glands?

4)How the phrase "Mary, MOTHER OF GOD!" came to be, seeing as how Mary isn't the mother of God last time I checked.

5)Why the man behind me singing in church this morning couldn't hear himself suck.

6)Why I chose to look like a dutch boy when I was in 3rd grade.

7)Why people are stupid.

8)Why people like snogging in public..in a public school that is.

9)Why I'm thinking about any of this at all

10)Why parents think we children listen to them at all.

Maybe Sweats-a-Bucket does have extra sweat glands....It's a thought. I know whoever actually took the time to read this stupid diary thing is wondering why I used the word Snogging...Well...I'll tell you. I just read the book Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging. Well, that and Harry Potter made me want to say it even more, so now I am. If you've got a problem with it..then...I'll..uh..probably stop saying it, cuz I'm just that much of a sucker.

I feel like singing a random song...

WAR, HUH..GOOD GOD YA'LL

WHAT IS IT GOOD FOR?!?!

ABSOLUTELY NOTHIN'

NOTHIN'

NOTHIN'

Okay, now that that's out of my system, I'll talk a little more about band. It's stupid, but seeing as how I'd better just talk about it since this is the band section...I already mentioned we're playing a bunch of sailor songs. The opener is pretty cool, but the sets in it are so damn hard. Let's just put it this way, there's not a moment where I'm not moving...and lemme tell ya, it's hard cuz my feet start to hurt, and my shoes are already looking all shoed up. We practice everyday during 4th block (and if you don't know what a block is, you don't have block schedule at your school...I'll explain it later) in the hot sun in the parking lot outside the school, which actually looks like a football field on pavement. We have sectionals on monday...ah poo, that's tomorrow...we have rehearsals on thursday from 6-8:30. So, there's the schedule of that.

It's weird now that we're not at band camp and marching at school. We had so many helpers there, but now we don't have as many, which is good in my case. Band camp was awful, if you were throwing your guts up..you had to march..I even fell and hurt my leg and I still had to march...now, even though I felt better afterwards..that's not the point.

There's a woman that helps out. She's a crackhead, no joke. This is her at 5:45 in the morning.

"GET UP HAPPY CAMPERS!!! YOU GET TO GO MARCH THIS MORNING! GET UPPPPPP HAPPPPY CAMPPPPERRRRSSS!!!!!"

Needless to say, if I had a gun...she wouldn't have been screaming that, that early in the morning. It really didn't matter though cuz I had to get up every morning at 5:30 to take a shower anyway. So, I had to go to bed sweaty and nasty...I thank God I don't have extra sweat glands.

Here's the gruesome schedule of the big BC

7am-Breakfast

8am-12pm-band practice

12pm-lunch

1-3pm-sectionals

and usually, sweatsy would take time out of our free time..so technically it'd be this

3:30-5pm-free time

5pm-dinner

6-9:30-band pratice

10:30pm-lights out or Mrs. Happy Camper will make you run with her at 4:30 am!!!

Usually, we'd have like one water break during those two band practices, which sucked. It was so hot there..and we only got one. The intructors were kinda pissed about that, but oh well..they couldn't say anything though they felt sorry for us. This chick named Jenny was our instructor (the horns). She was cool...she was mean when we didn't do right, but we were quite rebellious, lemme tell ya. Not holdin' our horn right was an ambonination... we got hell for it.

My God...boredom has reached a limit...I am now bored. I should probably-OH YEAH..I forgot to say what Sweatsenheidel did to me and Hodges! Well, we have this part at section D in the opener..and the trumpets have the melody..and they aren't playing it loud enough, so he GIVES IT TO US...given that this part is quite hard...I have to have it memorised by FRIDAY.

On a lighter note...there is no lighter note..life sucks, and so does band.

Ah yes, a lighter note...or a gayer one. Now, let's get things straight, I'm not a homophobe..one of my best friends is gay, but when you're married to a woman, and everyone pretty much knows your gay...that's just cruel. Mr. Prisspants, the new ass.band director is the prissiest straight man I've ever met. I think maybe Mr. Extrasweatglands must have had a thing for him or something, cuz he sucks. Our last ass. band director was a gigalo..we all thought so...and he left with the rival band director in this town to go to another school. Needless to say, it was a stabber to ole' Tasteysweat. But that's over with and done...or..whatever. We all miss Gigalo Joe (this isn't his real name) because at least he was funny...Mr. Prisspants is just stupid.

I love apples...

4th block schedule

1st semester-term

2 academic classes and 2 electives for the first semester

2 academic classes and 2 electives for the second semester

So basically, ya don't have as much homework as some like 7 periods in a day.

To conclude today's update ..I will sing you a song.

"Michelle and Homey sitting in a tree, Michelle's just crazy about rocketry!"