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10-29-'^o1: 7:23pm

the sky threatened rain as i stood in the middle of the homecoming festivities. dressed in the pit-percussion uniform of black on black on black, i looked like i was in mourning. perhaps for the lost dignity of the other marching band kids milling around the crowd in their uniforms.

no, actually, it wasn't really that bad. but the fact that jake had to do all the band errands in his uniform before the game was. at least rosie and i got to wear our goth-o-rific threads.

and as we arrived at the game, the rain started. this, of course, was due to the fact that the band had just put their plumes on their hats. i stood, wearing my lopsided grin, thinking about how much those things smell when they get wet. you think that once the plumes were in the box that the rain would stop but...of course not. it poured. and poured. and of course, poured hardest as we were about to take the field.

and he had them put the plumes back on. smooooooooth.

for once, i didn't particularly care about doing everything perfect. i think that in that, i found the secret to surviving college "marching band"...don't take it too seriously. if you do, it's just a pain in the ass. i hit those things like nobody's buisiness, and when i played a wrong note, i reminded myself that tomorrow the sun would rise, and even if it was behind the clouds, a new day would begin.

ok. so maybe not to that much of an extreme but...y'know.

and somehow, after all that, i still got suckered into stringing the plumes up to dry. oh well.

and [ hopefully ] that's it for marching band.

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