Mmmm..... BLAH.

There.

I wrote something. I feel accomplished.

I neglected to mention the most exciting part of my weekend. I met a fabulous fellow named Lash. Great sense of humor, nice shoes.. those two aspects earned that fabulous fellow a goodbye hug.

(How's that, Lash? Better?)

Reasons why this weekend sucked my ass:

Friday

It snowed about 6 inches the night before, but did that stop Ship from having normal clas time? Hell no. I woke up in my friends' dorm room at 8:30am to find out that we all still had class. My car was parked in a townhouse neighborhood about a quarter of a mile away and my class started at 9am, in which I had a presentation. So I ran over to get my car and when I tried to park in the normal commuter parking lot, I discovered that the bastards didn't even plow that yet. So, I ended up parking in the middle of nowhere to walk a thousand miles to get to class. I was about 10 minutes late. I get there and find out one of my group members didn't make it to class, despite the fact that she lives on campus. Yeeeaah. After class I went to Sheetz to get gas.. this is where I realized that I lost my atm card. So I spent another hour looking for that. Couldn't find the piece of shit, so I went to the bank and took care of that. Then I left to go to NJ. I got soooooooooo lost, it's not even funny. According to a friend of mine I went 45 minutes in the wrong direction? AWESOME. But I finally got to my friend's house. Woo. Then we left for rehearsal in which we rehearsed until 12:30? Yeeeah.

Saturday

Woke up at 7am for a shower before rehearsal. This is where I realized, "hah, I forgot sandals for the shower." So, I showered in my socks. It probably didn't prevent very much infection, but it certainly made me feel a little better mentally. During rehearsals, I was a bag of shit because I just hit a state of mental retardation for no reason. I kept messing up and just knew I was on the crap list for the weekend. Later, I lost my cell phone. Panicked about that for a bit. Needless to say, I went to sleep in a state of poop.

Sunday

Woke up at 7am for a shower, AGAIN. Showerd in my socks, AGAIN. Breakfast was chocolate chip pancakes, which were extremely tasty but made my tummy feel weird later. I played MUCH better. Yipee. Found my cell phone, which was in my trumpet case the whole time. On my way home from NJ, I ran out of gas and my dad needed to come help me out. I got home and had an unpleasant surprise that decided to come 1 and a half weeks early. YAY!

I must say if it hadn't been for Ali Quirk, I would have been hanging myself by a towel in the girls locker room. Fucking horrible weekend. You know what's worse? I love this Cadets shit, and I'm going to go through all of  this again in three weeks.

Inside jokes from this weekend include:

Shower socks.Whitney Houston.We + Us = Trouble Doubled. POUNCE. A gay man and a barbie doll changing an air filter. Lots of good stuff.

Thanksgiving remarks:

I'm thankful for a great many things after finishing out my Thanksgiving break. I have become very appreciative of my horrible job in an office building. Why? Because it has made me realize that will never settle to work here. Sitting still for 8 hours at a time is complete and total agony. I am definitely one of those people who will always be out there doing something just to do something

I'm thankful that my grandmother appreciates alcohol as much as I do. Two huge bottles of wine split between three people over the Thanksgiving meal. Yes, I got a little drunk with my grandmother. It is because of her tendencies that I believe I will end up being a wino. You know, one of those people who walk around their house with a glass of wine in their hand acting all dignified. That, my friends, will be me. In my studio apartment in uptown Chicago with a crowd of adoring fans stalking the place. (sigh..)

I'm thankful that I'm in love with music. I'm not in love with any man or woman, some inanimate object has taken my heart and soul. I can't be thankful enough. Sometimes I try to think of what I would be doing if musicianship wasn't an option and I'm unable to even comprehend what my life would be like. I would have definitely kept being that all-star honor roll, straight-a student, but where would that have taken me? A job that I would merely choose because it pays well and I'm decent at what I'm doing, right? I can't imagine spending my entire life doing something that I'm not totally in love with.

I'm thankful. I didn't think I would be on Thanksgiving because it's so God damn cliche.

I think I hear a drum...

Currently Listening Play By Moby see related

So I accomplished my goal of making it through the audition camp for Cadets. Not only did I survive, I had a great time and got a wonderful score on my audition.

Why the hell am I so depressed?

I quit.

Why does my soul feel so bad?