so i haven’t written a real entry in quite some time because i’ve been afraid of what will come out when i try to turn my thoughts about this week into words.
first off, it’s almost as if my life has been divided into two separate entities: band and stuff-happening-outside-of-band.
everything on the inside of band is going absolutely AMAZING. i made the block. i said i would be happy to be trumpet chair 48 or 49 … i am 46 out of 63. i am the B member of squad 24 (the final trumpet squad). corey ganssley is my squad leader and he is so funny (“cuhtesy of .. eastwood TOWN centa!”). susan staffeld and trevor friedeberg complete the squad.
the atmosphere of our section is so awesome this year. last year everyone was uptight and we had some obnoxious people and some SUPER STUCK UP people that just sort of ruined it. dave & matt & chris were the perfect combination for trumpet section leaders; chris being silly gets dave and matt to relax a little bit. and i like that dave was my squad leader last year because he actually talks to me. i never talked to either of my section leaders last year and at the end of the season they didn’t even know my name. but today matt pagel asked me about my tattoo. earlier this week dave nudged me with his foot while i was pretending to sleep on the field and said, “hey, i saw your boyfriend this summer.” and i was like what the fuck is he talking about? “i don’t have a boyfriend…OHHHHH but i know who you’re talking about! what about him?” and dave got all flustered and was like, “it doesn’t matter because you’re not dating.” i felt bad because he got all awkward and wouldn’t even tell me what he was going to say.
on thursday i ate lunch in west circle with a bunch of trumpets. afterwards brian and i played our own 15-minute long version of “heart and soul” on the piano in the lobby and annoyed the crap out of a bunch of trombone players.
freshman dress last night was so amazing. i was really glad to be on the OTHER side of the action this year, though. while we stopped at the field near IM east 14 trumpet vets sat down and played a very intense game of spoons. i was so in awe that such a big number of people from my section came together to play a game like that. last year we were too clique-y and it never would’ve happened. but like i said, the atmosphere within the section is so different this year. i love it.
the trumpet party after freshman dress fucking rocked. i passed andy mecher in his car while walking up bogue street and he picked me up and gave me a ride there even though i was only a block away from the house. i drank about seven cups of beer (this was the first night i ever got drunk by drinking JUST beer), played beer pong (and lost) with gretchen, tried to convince chelsea to drink even though she had to drive home, kept a straight face while a very sober dave was talking to me, tried to write my name on the floor using spray foam body wash (which we originally THOUGHT was silly string), cursed at the radio with brian glasby when we couldn’t get 102.5 to come in, and danced with brian briefly (hence the last drunk lj update).
the only disappointment was that the party started breaking up at 1:30am. what kind of section are we?! a lame one that doesn’t know how to party, apparently. ;) i walked home with brian and one other person i don’t remember being there at all because brian and i yakked it up the entire way down bogue.
i arrived back at shaw got into the room…i collectively talked to brian, chelsea, ben, jeff, and jessica on AIM while drunk. i also confessed to brian that i think he’s “totally cute”. hahaha! ashley called and i talked to her on the phone for a bit and then had to go downstairs to check her in when she forgot her student ID. i fought a battle with my necklace when i couldn’t unhook it. i fell asleep in the middle of our floor, woke up later, and tried to get in ashley’s bed instead of my own. ashley said i scared the shit out of her (since she was in her bed). i then proceeded to giggle and crawl into my own bed.
i was definitely still drunk while trying to get dressed for full uniform inspection this morning.
the clear tubing splash of color sold to ashley and me for our ear piercings was all the wrong fucking size. my conch piercing is also angry with me i think. speaking of piercings…tom kaza sent me a check for $50 and i do believe it would best be spent on a new body modification.
on the other hand, everything outside of band has just been getting me down. i’m so glad i had pre-season to fall back on all week because it took so much focus i didn’t really have time to think about/deal with anything else.
natert8r4: i just want to go home
natert8r4: i want to run and hide
pOpTaRT fAErie: ditto.
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