All right, since I haven't been able to get on and DO anything in FOREVER AND A DECADE, I thought maybe I should update my account and let everybody know what's been going on in my pathetic excuse for a life (I have none, by the way).
Since I am a total band geek (first chair horn!
) and we just got back from tour, I am rather tired. The bus ride from Draper/Sandy to Annaheim was a little over 16 hours. The first one was NOT comfortable, since I was sick (After we got back, everyone else was sick...my fault?
) and coughing up a lung every two minutes or so. Clarinet, and his real name is Kyle, was so freakin' worried that I thought he would start asking if I wanted him to get me anything...which he didn't. Oh well.
Before the bus had even left the school, Clarinet and I got roped into something by one of the twins (Doug). He started our 'band romance' that ended two seconds after it began.
AIEEEE!!!!! Anyway, the scavenger hunt for the band (they do one every tour) was full of things that are nutty, stupid, and absolutely pointless. One was "Ride 'Mr. Toad's Wild Ride' commando"...and I'm thinking, no way in HELL, twins...but all the low brass did it. That doesn't surprise me, though...it is the low brass, after all.
Some of the other items were 'Find something whiter than Carson's chest', (ours turned out to be Alex's chest), 'Steal a bar of soap from someone else's room' (not done, but I had an opportunity), 'Rub Mr. Mattingly's (band director) belly with his consent' (I don't think ANYBODY got that one), 'Obtain ice from Mr. Mattingly's room' (again, no go...), 'acquire one strand of Jared's (band president, and seriously HOT!) hair (I didn't get one, but someone else did), 'get a duck-shaped sunburn' and so on...and you should see some of the crap that everyone did. It was SAD! The only really stupid thing I did was play bloody knuckles with Kyle for ten straight minutes, and yes it was for points. I don't know who won, yet, but I'm sure we'll soon find out.
My band placed second in the contest. Some blood-and-guts band beat us. Now the choir can shut the hell up about how they're the ones pulling the music department through...they got fifth and sixth in THEIR categories. The orchestra kinda fell over and died. I feel bad for them...but I was sick that day and none of the winds knew their parts with the strings. That's why they died. Oh well...poor peoples.
Next came Disneyland. Yayness!!
And I hung around with Charlie (his real name's Zac, but I couldn't remember that and named him Charlie), Steve (tallest thing in America), Enfiniti (nickname for Brittany), and Alex...oh, and Ashton, but he was just kinda...there. Charlie hates rollercoasters since he's a serious control-freak and doesn't like that he can't control the coaster. We got him to go on Space Mountain and the California Screamin' (5x in a row...I'm never doing it again) and that was about it. He wouldn't even go on the Matterhorn...and on that ride, since it was so damn old and bumpy, I swore like a drunken sailor all the way down. On space mountain, they deleted Enfiniti and my picture because we were fake-choking each other...I guess they don't like that sort of thing.
After thirteen hours of being in one amusement park, going on Indiana Jones three times and collapsing outside some little bakery thing, we were all ready to go home. So naturally, when the bus came to take us back to Utah, we were all dead. Instantly. Eight hours and three McDonald's breakfasts later, my friends and I were alive again. That bus ride was rather pleasant because I wasn't sick and I slept for half the time. Then, the low brass turned 'Beauty and the Beast' into a drinking game. Every time the movie said 'Belle' they would take a shot of Mt. Dew, and some of them had to pee so bad...
And when we got back, the very INSTANT that we got back, Mr. Mattingly made the band have rehearsal.
SLAVE DRIVER!!!!!
Otherwise, the trip was fun. Then, four days later, I got in a car AGAIN and drove 24 hours to Minnesota, and let me tell you, Mr. Mattingly was NOT happy that I was going to miss the concert. Since I'm the only french horn who's been playing for over two years and really the only one who can actually play the stupid part, he's losing me and he's NOT happy about it. He almost didn't sign my release form thingy. Yeah...not a good day. My Okaa-san called him and they got in a huge fight. In a battle between my mother and my band teacher...personally, I'm going with Mom because when she wants to be (and I inherited this) she can be a real bitch. No offense, Okaa-san...
But yeah...now I'm in Minnesota and the proud new owner of a Dell laptop computer! Thank you, Grandpa!
Now I can wave it in my brother's face and watch him turn green! Yee haw!
I'd add all my friends, but I'm too lazy. Sorry, but you all know you're my friends, anyway.
on you all!