It appears that for the holiday this weekend I will be heading back "home." It's just my luck that we would have a game on a holiday weekend so as to take away any enjoyment that might have been had by me. Instead of a long weekend of fun and rest, I must wear the dorkiest of hats for a bunch of people who have way more school spirit than I could ever have. What's our mascot? Well, it's not that bad. Marching band is just bad in general, especially since we have a dress rehearsal at 2 which means I'm doing band most of Saturday. I just have to keep telling myself that it's good for me because some day I might have a marching band of my own...Oh how I hope it doesn't come down to that. Since this place is dead on the weekends I thought I might as well go to my place of former dwelling for Sunday and Monday. It's gonna be a long couple of weeks.
Next weekend I must go to the Honors College retreat and be forced to recover the creature and examine life's metaphors while discussing how we can find hope...Someone shoot me now. These people are really digging deep to come up with this nonsense. Actually I am really liking the class, but that probably has something to do with the fact that my prof isn't a crazy athiest out to change all of my opinions, because dang it if I don't change my ways in college. I only want to gain stuff, not change stuff.
Speaking of change, I think our beloved Meatwad has taken a turn for the worse. He looks a might sickly and is extremely lethargic these days. I just don't understand this occurance. He even has some nice aviation posters now to keep him company. Everyone please keep Meatwad in your thoughts through these horrible times. I will take any form of donation to help with the research and the very possible buying of a real plant.
I must now ask, WHERE IS EVERYONE?!?!? This place is lacking a bit without the participation of all the um, participants. Thank goodness we now have the antics of Phynerk. Otherwise we might have had to come to a sudden halt due to too much stupidity and not enough wit.
I must now practice my mouth exercises so that my muscles are saxophone ready, cuz goodness knows that thing is a beast with no heart...I do love it...which is more than I can say for singing right now...and the piano. Carap desrves some real mad props for her mastery of such an untameable object. And eRIc should stop drawing on farsheshe's paper. Yeah, you know.
without icecream,
seashell
P.S. Someone please tell be where I can buy Arizona tea in bulk. Jones soda in any form would be nice as well.
