*sunday, november 18
Dude.
That's all I say lately... "Dude."
Sooo... Friday was awesome... and so was saturday... and sunday, too! I'm fucking sick as fucking balls, like sinuses as bricks and bleeding (?) and things. It was so cool how we went to the ROM on Friday because I've never seen some of the exhibits I saw then... Like all the new kids shit.. and gems and whatever... I suppose it has been a while since we went. It was funny cuz we were there and Mariea was like "yeah, those ARE some kinda wide streets..." cuz turning in line (in marching band) is sooo hard.. and stuff....
Mini-marching band on Saturday was superly draining... But it was really funny when Mariea was pretending to jerk off and the little 8 year old girl was watching... Oh MAN that's funny stuff... It's hard to play for so long in FUCKIN OVERHEATED malls and CRAZYYY stuff but it turned out well cuz Monteith payed us with F-NOTES!!! Dude. $80 is fuckin SWEET for an hour's work with cool Mariea/Mano/Alistair time in the middle and Dispatch (everyone go download "Bang Bang" and "The General"...) and fuck yeah.
Due to my mass dehydration of yesterday and my illness and my refluxophobia of this whole week I was a little nervous for today but Mano promised bigger breaks between songs (for those of you who dun understand, lips get fuckin TIRED). My whole WEEK has been pure marching band and so many of my mornings have been dedicated to making today what it was, which was fuckin awesome, save for within the first minute my third valve slide falling out onto the road then me falling over while trying to rescue it.... But only the band saw!!! They made fun of me, yeah, but at least I saved the piece and there weren't any cameras there yet. SPEAKING of which, I WAS ON TV!!! Dude. Okay, so you can't really see me well, but I was damn well there. There's a really funny shot of Alistair. Alistair raped his drum a lot.
Dude...
Life is so good.
~check ya later
