Finally, Another Post

Okay, so it's been a while since my last post. Sue me. I've been trying to work on a review of a play I saw, but I really can't express my feelings about it in words. Let me put it this way:

If you like animal sex, graphic violence, pornography, blasphemy, and cruelty to others, or if you're blind and enjoy decent music, "Batboy: The Musical" is for you!

Having gotten that out of the way, I'll talk about other things.

Jes sent me this great test. Everyone should take it, so you know how horrible you are. Be sure to be completely honest. You want a link? Here it is. I am ashamed to say that I have been sent to the fifth level of hell. I'm just so wrathful.

There's another tournament this Saturday at Battlegrounds cafe! I'm so excited! Anyone who might be interested should check out their site. I give them my full approval, as there is nothing more fun than playing computer games for 10 hours while having pizza and pop.

I GOT FINAL FANTASY X! BOOYAH!

Spawn is possibly the worst movie I have ever seen. From a purely critical point of view. I think the idea has enormous potential, but it simply did not live up to it. Plus, Satan looked retarded.

Well, as short as this post has been, I can't think of anything else to say. You can count on another post soon, however. I don't want to wait so long this time.

And the Zebra says "You is what you is."

Drumline Is Slow-Motion Suicide

Well. What an interesting weekend I've had. Interesting as in fatally exhausting. If anyone is considering joining an indoor drumline for its relaxativatory properties, he should check both himself and his spelling. Let me give you an example of the kind of work we do.

Last sunday:

Extended rehearsal, from 11 AM to 6 PM. That means seven hours of running around like maniacs while attempting to float gracefully across the floor. Seven hours of forced joviality. Seven hours of aching-backed, numb-fingered, blistering, sweaty, spirit-crushing goodness.

Wednesday:

Normal rehearsal, 6 PM to 9:30 PM. Just another three and a half hours of previously mentioned activities.

Friday:

Immediately after school we load a truck full of equipment, load our own posessions onto a single bus, and take off. Rougly five hours later we arrive at our destination high school, unload, and begin another rehearsal. It lasts a full hour past the scheduled time. We get to our rooms at about 1 AM. I'm not even given enough time to comb my hair or plug in a fan before the lights go out. The boy's room sits in absolute silence and uncomfort while we listen to the girls in the next room giggle and have fun. I get approximately two hours of sleep.

Saturday:

We get up early. Practice some more. Change into our uniforms and give a crappy performance. Possibly due to our lack of vitality. Pack up, load the truck, and attend a short, mildly entertaining birthday party. Go home. Again, five hours later, we arrive. My parents are going insane because I didn't notice right away that they were waiting for me, so I don't get to go watch Constantine with my friends. I go home, get to sleep around 3 AM.

Today:

Yet another drumline rehearsal. We don't really get much done. In my opinion, we're all too burned out to concentrate. Ivan moves too slowly, I trip over him and fall flat on my back. My huge bass drum just misses my head and rolls off. I injure my ankle, but continue practicing for fear of appearing to make excuses to skip practice. Now I expect serious bruising.

When combined with concert band pre-contest on tuesday, several tests in school, an English paper due tomorrow, and a Mulligans practice afterwards, this makes for a fairly tiring experience, wouldn't you say? And remember, we're not even a professional drumline. I'd hate to think what kind of practice goes into their shows.

Still, it's pretty awesome.

And the Strongbad says, "Too much of a good thing is an awesome thing, and too much of an awesome thing is...umm...bad. And dumb."