If 1st Is The Worse, Then What Does That Make Last?

Lasts are inevitable.

Tonight was the last night of pep band this Junior year, and if this is sad, what am I gonna do next year? Senior year doesn't sound fun at all, I mean, people make it out to sound fun. Seniors get to be the bosses, seniors get to go on a class trip, seniors also have a bunch of junk to worry about. They have more responsibilities and are preparing for college. And all the meanwhile they're trying to soak up every little piece of high school they can get, just so they don't forget.

Next year there'll be so many lasts.

All of them inevitable.

I bet that really brightened your day. ;)

---GroovyBandGeek---

There's Gum On The Ceiling

I just thought I'd start with an interesting title, yet a truthful one. There was seriously just chewed gum stuck on our ceiling. Yeah, my dad just threw it up there, he does that sometimes. For what reason I don't know, but its kind of funny when he just tosses it up there and my mom is totally oblivious to gum dangling off her ceiling. I thought for a bit he was gonna try and catch it in his mouth, but I think he decided against it.

I only have an estimated time of 1 hour 28 minutes left of battery on Lymee before I need to plug it in. Which is when I plan on doing Pre-calculus. So if my post ends abruptly or stupidly that's my excuse.

Speaking of father, he is totally absorbed into a show he's watching. I'm not sure what its called, but its really ridiculous. I mean, its brilliant with the whole science-stuff, but all this junk their coming up with, I mean, if I thought that hard my head would explode. The show's all about physics and the host is my dad's favourite physicist. Yeah, he has a favourite physicist. Michio Kaku.

So today I had to fill out ACT stuff, that was terrifying. I mean, it that was bad, imagine what the test's like! My hand was cramping from dot filling and the whole time I'm wondering all these weird details and wondering if I'm spelling my name right. TCM.

TCM: "Total Cecil Moment",or the channel that often airs Wuthering Heights. This term is used when one is having a very paranoid moment or when one is seriously craving some coffee.

I just made that up, I might use it from now on.

GroovyBandGeek must go do Pre-Cal--Wait! Megan just signed on...

Omigosh--- I'm gonna puke.

Okay, odd title? Yeah. I kind of feel like throwing up right now. And no its not because I ate too much for dinner or had too many Sun-dried Tomato and Basil flavored Wheat Thins. It's because of this weekend. The weekend of doom.

Not doom, just solo and ensemble.

My clarinet and I are gonna fail. Oh yeah, and we're bringing down Krust with us.

It's all good, I mean, if we are horrifyingly terrible what's gonna happen? Absolutely nothing except embarrassment. I don't like embarrassment, it makes my face all red and my ears feel like their on fire.

So, my clarinet, it hates needing new corks, it hates when I drop it on the ground, and it hates when I call it, it.

And yeah, it's really mad at me right now. Can you guess why? --- Well, obviously I keep calling it, it (I'm not naming that smelly thing). I may or may not have dropped it today.... okay I did. And well, it really needs to be re-corked.

I just keep ranting, just because I'm nervous.

It's only Monday, I wonder what the rest of the week will bring. Who knows, maybe I'll have murdered the stupid 'it' by then. I can't though... Because if I quit, I'm not only quitting on myself, I'm quitting on Krusti Dragon too.

Stupid boogie.


Yours truly,

Groovy Band Geek