It's been a busy weekend. For me, at least. I'm sure cooler people are doing more, but whatever.
Did the crappy little "parade" on Friday. It was fun, but too short I think. And the band was screwier than normal. It's my last one, too. Sad panda. I don't want to leave highschool, but I do, and I don't...
Then, of course, the homecoming game. I couldn't stop thinking the whole time that we were setting a horrible example for the middle schoolers. We played one stand tune, spilled crap all over, were running around, mass chaos. I've found my sentences don't really end anymore. That's cool, isn't
Saw a bunch of RLT alumni at the game. We went to IHOP afterwards (the crappy->good IHOP, not the good->crappy IHOP, for those of you in the know.) We had a nice little talk. We then went home. We. Watashi tachi wa.
Saturday: Woke up pretty late. Played a Genesis game all day, then went to homecoming. Had an inferior feeling of being underdressed and alone all day (at least until the dance). Then we got there and they had run out of tickets. I was afraid and all, but not really. Then I bought a piece of paper with Ms. Luttrell's signature on it. Maybe it was like an autograph, but probably not. Isn't that interesting? Yeah, I thought so.
At the dance, much freak-dancing was done. I felt loved.
I stayed at Jonathon's all night after the dance, then we went to IHOP (oh boy, again). Came home. Blah blah. Waiting to go to clarinet party. Isn't this blog full of zaniness?
That's about it. Troy blogged. And there was much rejoicing. Glory unto ye[a dude].