7.27.2004

Don’t you hate it when you send out an email to a bunch of people, and then realize that you sent it to someone who really didn’t need to see it, like your teacher or your parents? Yeah, that’s pretty bad. I just did one of those uberlame but fun in a cheesy way surveys, and I realized that I sent it to a few people that probably shouldn’t have seen it. Wow, I hope no one takes what I wrote badly. This is why I’ve been working at keeping a promise I made to myself – I swore I wouldn’t talk badly about anyone, because that kind of talk always comes back to bite you in the butt. And I happen to rather like my butt.

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We started band about a month ago. It’s pretty intense – six hours a week starting two months before school started, and next week is Band Camp: Monday through Friday, 8 to 5. It’s tough, hard work, mentally and physically, and in many ways it’s almost militaristic. Pushups are routine punishments. It takes so much dedication. Contrary to popular belief, band is not for wimps or losers. Band is for bandgeeks, and everyone else drops out, generally by the time they’re freshmen or after freshmen year. And everyone left sighs in relief, because the people who aren’t bandgeeks just drag down the rest of the band and make it worse for all the dedicated people. It’s fun though, in a way that people who aren’t bandgeeks can never understand. The camaraderie, the connections that we make with each other are so awesome. When we come together and all put on our dorky uniforms that are always either too hot or too cold and march our show, it’s the best feeling in the world, because each person knows that everyone is doing the same thing they are, but they still need to do their own thing. It’s the perfect blend of fitting in and being unique. And the time we spend together when we aren’t marching, when we’re attempting to use the football watering trough, when we’re taking breaks, when we’re doing sectionals, when we’re fighting over pop ice, when we're taking bus rides, or helping each other zip up uniforms, or calling out when someone needs to cover down or dress the lines, it’s so great. It’d be even better with the seniors (I still expect to see them when I turn around) but it’s interesting having freshmen who aren’t me too. The new people give a whole new dynamic (W00t! Band puns!) to band. It’s a new one, a different one, but maybe not a bad one. Of course, my inner dictator loves all these people who have to listen to me just because I’m older, but the ex-juniors are doing great as section leaders. Although I miss our old head drum major, our new one is spiffy too. Overall, I think it’s going to be a good year.

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I’m listening to: Audioslave, Like A Stone. I owe kudos to Eric for discovering Audioslave. I never would have listened to them if it weren’t for him always wearing their shirts, and I quite like them.
~me~ at 10:03 PM
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