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stand by... 9-5-'o1: 12:06am i should be going to bed...but i just hate having my poetry as the first thing you see when you get here. has always struck me as a tad pretentious. will edit this entry tomorrow. must leave computer now. i'll talk about marching band rehersal...ha. _______________ 9:58am oh, good Lord, who am i kidding? nothing interesting has happened since my last entry. oooh, look, the mail is here. i did venture down to the school once again yesterday. this time, it was to pick up the cd of my orchestra piece so i could burn a copy for the composition professor at eastern. because of this, i ended up hanging around in the band office for an hour or so once again. i asked russ what he thought of my new song. "it's good...but it's so...down. when are you going to write something happy?" when happy things start happening. ha. actually, i am working on something a little more upbeat, it just isn't finished yet. because he has a point...who wants to hear a full album full of downers? right. so i'll finish that song... then i sat around and watched the sam and russ show once again. this time they decided to do their standup rouitne. sam: hey, russ, why did the cookie go to the doctor? sam told us about him and lane competing in the tri-cities pro am golf tournament or some other nonsense the day before. they came in third, which was classified by sam as "annihilating the competition". that brought up an interesting point about my future as a band director, which i shared. "i don't know about this. see, on one hand, i have the bad puns thing down...but on the other hand, i suck at golf. i don't know how good of a band director i would make." sam told me i should start practicing. at some point, mer showed up...to talk to russ, i'm assuming, even though she jokingly said she was looking for me. i told her that it was sad that this would be one of the first places she'd look besides my home. she just shrugged, and told me that she had brought me a gift. she went out to her car to get it and...my oh my. a scary chris kirkpatrick mini-marionette. she paid an entire two dollars for it. sam made a sarcastic comment when i showed it to him...i can't remember exactly what he said but i believe it had something to do with drooling.so now i will venture back at some point later in this week to return the cd. ha. i'm surprised they aren't counting the days until the 21st down on that calendar they have on the wall in there. ←/ b a c k w a r d / f o r w a r d /→ |
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