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[bedlamsbard]

So, on Friday my band director pulled me aside and asked me to join jazz band, to which I agreed. So I showed up this morning, seven am, which is an ungodly hour of the day, but I didn't get up any earlier than normal SO.

Yes. Anyway. There was nothing interesting in that sentence whatsoever, or any point.

My German teacher is still crazy, I never want to see my band teacher perform "Get Down Tonight" again, because that's one SCARY sight, weapons are fun, physics is also fun, three people I know wore the same shirt today, which is impressive considering there's only about eight people in the Creative Writing Club, and picture day is tomorrow. In case anyone wanted to know. Which they probably don't. I also have two quizzes tomorrow. Somebody shoot me now.

Oh! I'm also alive.

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[mentalhygiene.livejournal.com]

I never want to see my band teacher perform "Get Down Tonight" again, because that's one SCARY sight

My apartmentmates are no doubt wonder what the hell I'm smoking in here. (-D

Dude, that must be almost as scary as my English teacher (six foot, balding, bearded psychoanalyst) dancing the twist.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

It's almost as scary as actually having to play it. Because the rhythm? Does not make me happy. But yeah. My BD's about five-four, skinny, black-haired, "he makes coffee nervous" and...yeah, weirdest sight of my life.

Although it also brings up the question, dude, what was he smoking when he chose our pep repertoire this year? First YMCA and now this? *checks flip folder* What else are we going to have to suffer through that I've heard of?

...you know what, I don't know any of these songs, except Evil Ways and we played that last year.

Dude, that must be almost as scary as my English teacher (six foot, balding, bearded psychoanalyst) dancing the twist.

My mind's eye has gone blind.