So yesterday we had a football game. In the rain. The town was an hour away, the show went terribly, the crowd was hostile, and there were no bleachers in the new stadium. But the football team won, and you know what that means...
My first celebretory roll down the hill!
It was quite a bit of fun. The hill behind the band room is huge and rather steep, and if you just kind of jump to the ground and let go, you'll be carried all the way down. Quickly. And you can't stop. When I got to the bottom, I was absolutely soaked with mud and on an amazing high. Then about ten minutes after the fact, I became violently, violently ill. Seriously, last night was the most nauseous I've ever been in my life, and I've been pretty nauseous at several points in my life. It sucked ass. Too bad, because rolling down the hill is awesome. Maybe I'll just go half way next time.
The football game was pretty awesome socially. I hung out with Dave, mostly. It's possible that he has a crush on me again. Not probable, just possible. And it's wierd, because I definately feel some kind of affection towards him, but I'm sure it just comes from the fact that I hang out with him ALL THE TIME. I can't help but act in a way that might, in some situations, be interpreted as "flirting." He's one of my best friends. I love him... that way. But I'll never love him... any way else. Sigh. It kind of sucks. Sometimes I consider just telling him I'm a lesbian and being over with it. But then there's that minor detail of, you know, not being a lesbian.
I'm still kind of having a nervous breakdown, by the way. Too many classes. Too much music. Not enough food and not enough sleep. Probably part of the reason I got as sick as I did had to do with the fact that I had a shake, sticky bun, and half a twix bar for dinner. And, of course, my cold is still hanging around. It's not too bad, but it's there.
Auditions for the pit orchestra are soon (...speaking of too much music. But I love pit. I have to try out.) There's only one flute part. So I have to beat out Bonnie and Ivy. Eugh, Ivy. If Bonnie got the part over me, I'd be happy for her. Seriously. She's a good musician and a nice person. I actually wish we could be in it together, like last year. But Ivy was a nighmare to work with, slaughtered the music, and was a bitch to everyone around her in the process. I can totally see her preparing for her audition better than me, but I know that in the long run, I deserve the part more than she does. So... We can add "Must beat Ivy" to the list of pressures I am currently putting on myself.
There's a guitar part, but realistically, I don't have a chance at that. They'll find someone better, easily.
Okay. Well, I suppose I should go do the wash, and maybe write some of Beowulf's obituary. That's right. I have to write an obit for brit lit.
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