Yeah, well banquet was pretty sweet. TTATT not gunna get into it tho, because if I do then I'll probably bawl like I did on mongoliabun's shoulder. D:

So I got home around like 12:22ish...and fell asleep because I had to go do chibi marching band stuff in the morning for leadership team stuffs.

So I set my alarm for 7 so I can wake up and get ready (all I needed to do was to change since I took a bath when I got home from banquet, and it wasn't like we were swimming in a pile of mud and crap.) But what does it not do? It doesn't wake me up...

Luckily I told my dad about it before I went to sleep last night...er...morning? This morning? And so I get up get dressed and grab my marching clarinet, which hasn't been played on since a long time XD; (Which reminds me, I could go with a new box of reeds... o.o; I still have the one on my insturment that I had played on from last marching season)

And so I go do chibi band camp stuff. It was fun because all we worked on was the cross drill, and Raul (who was next to me) was talking to Haley and he had mentioned the triangle drill. I'm so happy we'll never have to do that drill again.

And then it ended. And before Saturday (on Friday) Mrs. Worden had asked me if I could come in after marching rehersal and get fit for the summer uniforms. And when I had finished I saw Diana and Louisa and was like. "I just got fit for my last summer uniform." ;__; and the symbolic thing is, I've been in that uniform for...three years? (I think the first one I was in 98, but they moved me up to 106) Here's rooting I get 122 for my competition uniform. And shako number 122 as well XD;

But the anticipation that was going through my mind of becoming a senior just hit the walls. From this one simple line. "I bet it's going to be weird calling Seniors '09" Mrs. Worden said as she was getting my height.

Hell I still miss "Senior's '06"

So after that I went to go pick up some sculpey because I just can't use the Jolly King. It's...too weird. >.> But I got the jumbo kind! So yeah~ And then me and my mommy went off to go get lunch at that pizza/pasta place thing.... It was good, but...when I was eating I got the feeling that somebody was looking at me and when I looked up I noticed that one of the workers there was staring at me. D; AND THE WORSE THING IS. HE WAS OLD.

So I then kinda lost my appetite. And my mom was finished so I asked her if I could drive back home, and she said yes. So I get in the car and forget to turn to the right and there was a car coming to my left (they had a stop sign) and I was already well on my way to going to the left so I decided to just pull through with it and continue on with it and drive in a circle and get on the rode. D: it would've been fine and all if my mom wasn't so nervous this time with me. She kept yelling at me...and that of course definantly upsets a young driver and puts them through a mild crazy loop (I stop in the middle of an empty intersection because the light turned fucking yellow. I mean, I know I could've pressed on, but that's the type of panic that she put me through!) And so I keep on driving and this fucking PT cursier starts honking at me, and at first it was like behind me so I was like "WTF?! I'm going! I'm not an idiot who doesn't hit the accelerator when the light turned fucking green!" in my head. And he procedes to get to the side of me and my mom's like "just slow down." (SRSLY WHAT THE FUCK!? AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO LIKES TO GO THE FUCKING SPEED?! AND FOR FUCKS SAKE, I DON'T EVEN HAVE MY FUCKING PERMIT SO I DON'T WANT TO BE SPEEDING AND GET PULLED OVER BY A FUCKING COP BECAUSE I WAS STUPID AND IMPATIENT AND WANTED TO GO FUCKING FAST! Fucking men >.>") "And let them pass you." And so I did and he passes me and he like raises a hand up but I can't tell if he was flicking me off or raising a fist in anger. Or even waving at me.

And you know what I find highly amusing.

The douche bag had his right blinker on the whole time.

Fucking impatient bastard.

For once, I'm happy to say goodbye to a marching show.

Danza: despite all the hard work put into it, all the pointless late night rehersals, all the hard sweat. I'm happy to say sayonara to it. As are probably everybody else in band. Danza was nothing compared to Russian Celebration. But then again, I enjoyed playing Russian songs more then Mexican songs...

But the sad thing I hate to say is, we were actually competative with Danza then we were with Russian Celebration. In Russian Celebration we were always the worst of the best. And now, with Danza, we we're competative. D: Sorry if I've already stated this before...I just had to get it off my chest.

But anyways, yesterday was the last game. Meaning it was also Senior night. It was hard seeing all my senior friends walk across the football field. When three of them came back I ran towards them, but I didn't cry. Sadly, you'd think I would, but that's probably because they weren't; but when I saw Jazzy I burst into tears.

Probably because I had more band emotion with her. She was in my COPE team for two years. She conducted IHOP bashes. And, I just don't want any of them to leave.

God, graduation and the band banquet will be hell...

"If this is what everybody is feeling for the seniors this year, how will people feel when WE'RE GONE?" Julio clarinet '09

It's scary, I don't want to think that next year (08-09) that I'll be a senior. Sure it'd be cool, but I...I don't think I'm ready to step foot in an unknown territory. But then I guess that's why we have AIM eh? XD;;


lol, I found my college essay for next year.... "The Reason Me and My friends Don't go to IHOP" XD;;; ahaha


This was my last game as a Junior...and me and Karen get to do "HEY BIG MAMA" next year :3


"I started this band walking into Gerswhin (t.shirt) and I'm ending it with Gerswhin (t.shirt)..." Jazzy trumpet 08