After another full day of marching band, I'm dying to play some jazz...or something not played with 150 other smelly people who apparently have nothing better to do than play music that everybody knows so they'll like it while walking around on a swamp/football field getting eaten by bugs and almost touching the sun. If I weren't a music major I definately wouldn't be in said organization, no matter how many "people you meet, friends you make, or fun you have." I'll pass on the fun, thanks. Every night after rehearsal we've had some kind of fun thing planned like game night or mud volley ball, but after spending 12 hours with these people, frankly I don't want to see them again until the next day, if not later.
I still don't know anything that's going on around here since I haven't been to any meetings, but I went on a tour of the fitness center during dinner, so if I ever have free time, I can lift weights and all kinds of healthy nonsense. I might just be the most fit convoginator before too long, so you guys better hope I don't have any free time.
Swarthily,
seashell
