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tcartsba modnar

1-25-'^o1: 2:35pm

"i have a bit of...constructive criticism to give you about your CD..." becca is one of the most talented vocalists i know, so i was listening. i mean...i KNEW someone would call me on the piece of crap CD sooner or later.

"yeah?"

"you need to stop giving it away for free. seriously. sell these, you could make money!"

now THAT'S some criticism i could live with! haha.

anyway, you should have seen me in orchestra, it was great. i conducted during the sectional! wind ensemble was long and i was surprised to find that i can play jed's part as well as my own...which is kind of sad considering his part has many notes and my part has about five. at lunch ruth and i went to carl's jr, then to the saigon market to buy some snacks.

ruth had a flier on her car for a show at the hoedown...we're all pretty amazed to see that the hoedown is holding shows again. XtricitiesX. support your local scene! i wonder if all the hip kids are still around, or if they abandoned the richland Y for a cooler town [ like...ellensburg! or walla walla! ] once the hoedown went back to a strict square-dance-only enviornment. one of my fondest memories of the hoedown was being there for the sicko/moral crux/etc show and seeing on the calendar on the buliten board that there was to be a "fruit and salad" dance the following saturday. i just about laughed my ass off.

my second fondest memory of the hoedown is the time i saw the retards there with taco and stuff. see, the hoedown was the retard's favorite place to play...i suppose because here, they weren't hated by everyone. as a matter of fact, they were somewhat worshipped here. it was an endless source of amusement to taco and i, who had experienced them in their "natural" enviornment...as being The Most Hated Band In Seattle. anyway, so there's this guy that like, lived at the hoedown, and he was always drunk and constantly bugging all the kids at the shows. this time, derek [ who didn't seem so sober himself ] decided it might be a good idea to fight with him. or maybe it was the other way around. all i know is that around when the ninja boners [ oh my word....yeah, if you think the NAME sucks....you shoulda been there to hear them ] played, derek and the drunk guy were circling each other....derek had a beer bottle in his hand and was waving it, spilling the beer all over the floor. he looked like he was going to whack the drunk guy over the head with it. he didn't, though, and eventually they moved this spectacle outside...taking the crowd with them. i think the crowd wanted an excuse to leave, anyway. notihng happend with it after that...but i remember standing outside with jon and taco and some people and jon was saying how much better he was than all the drummers that had already played.

my IB music final ended up being nonexistent. that's why i'm home so early. jed gave me a ride [ again ]....i really hope he stops doing that because i'm going to get fat. hey, isn't the super bowl this weekend? not that i really care about the game, but *nsync is performing. muahahaha. screw football! it's all about the popstars.

i'm downloading this song...."eighteen" by limp...it is SO summer '98. not many things are summer '98...summer '98 was a dead summer. but as far as music goes, this is one of the defining ones. this, return of the rentals, and weezer's stuff. as if you care anyway, though.

i have percussion ensemble tomorrow at 8am....suck. i like percussion ensemble but....i hate waking up early on my days off. jennifer was trying to like, convince me to have a sectional during the weekend but...no. i mean...i really do care about orchestra, but that's just a bad idea. you want to make progress, but you don't want to make people HATE you. plus...it's a weekend, for gosh sakes. let people rest after finals.

and besides....we have to sell communism this weekend for dron's class. i am infinitely happy that i'm not flunking that class. did i ever mention that? God is looking out for me.

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