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[clarinelf]

Ew, I ate too many chips and snacks at my uncle's house-warming party today.  I feel like a big piece of crap.

Even though I've never actually been a piece of crap before.

Tomorrow starts the horrors of band camp.  I don't really know what to expect, since we've got a new band director, but still.  I am not looking forward to it at all.  The only thing I used to enjoy about marching band was talking to Josh, and now he's gone.  So that defeats the purpose of that.

And school begins in a mere 16 days for me.  Yes, we go back earlier than the whole wide world.  Not cool.

And now, for nostalgic purposes (ha), I've gone and grabbed my dland entry about band camp from two years ago.  Oy.

Well, MB camp is on its way, and David has discovered the wonderful body fat things called rolls.

All of the upperclassman (mostly all) have this tendency to act sort of snobby, but I suppose that its their job as seniros and juniors.

We spent neatly 20 minutes stretching with our wierdo instructor guy who choreographed out drills and all that. It gets more interesting.

THe drill maker upper guy has a huge belly, and has a very short hair cut. Everyone seems to think that he is some kind of lameo-wacko-freak. I don't really have an opinion on this, though.

So. The first day of training began. It was very gloomy outside, and it drizzled quite a bit. We were forced by the choreographer to put our nice, clean, non-rained upon instruments on the GROUND. Now, since mine was my plastic clarinet, I didn't freak out about it being warped, but I was worried about bugs getting in it. Sure enough, when we next picked our instruments up, there was a tiny, ugly, winged but crawling around on the inside of my beloved clarinet. I screamed and blew really hard into it, and everything was much better. Except it was still raining.

We learned first how to stand properly, and then march (walking heel-toe-heel-toe with perfect posture whil holding your instrument, basically). When the teachers finally let us go back inside, we ate lunch, and then got into sectionals for vigorous musical training. I ate with Hayley and Sara and a bunch of Hayley's friends who were wierd but nice. Hayley and Sara, of course, did not talk to each other, but it was okay all the same.

In sectionals, Mr Avallone taught us (the woodwinds), so it was all right. Except for the fact that the two people sitting next to me were both extremely loud and honky. Very distracting when trying to play the songs right, let me tell you.

Next, we rehearsed all together, as a band. I could tell that several of the older clarinetists were angry and resentful towards me for sitting in the front row, but I hate the second row, so sucks to be them. Plus I am in a higher band than some of them. So I have (almost) every right to.

We sweated our butts off for the rest of the day, and then it was time to go home.

So. On to David's fascination with his rolls.

The other day, David went swimming with his camp, and when he came home, he had no shirt on. He was bending over, and I noticed that he has developed rolls in the abdomen. I laughed, pointed at him, and went, "HA! You're not so skinny anymore, cause you've got ROLLS!!!"

David looked at me, looked down at his belly, and went, "That's what those things are called??" I laughed so hard I almost cried.

So. Today he was counting them, and lets hope he gets over the fact that he is not going to be skinny forever (he used to be a twig), and doesn't give them all names or something. Because that would just be weird.

Well, I guess I should go now, as I have to go march, sweat, and march tomorrow early in the morning.

Hehe.  Sometimes it's fun to go back and see how much I've changed.  Or not changed.  Or just how stupid I was.

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[songshesings.livejournal.com]

Even though I've never actually been a piece of crap before

And never will be!

(Sorry, had to get that out of my system.)

Anyway, I'm dreading school as well. In 10 more days! Eep.

I went and read some of my D-land entries too and I know exactly how you feel! Nostalgia? More like ... nauseating to me. Oh, well, change is inevitable. ;)

[clarinelf.livejournal.com]

Wow, you start before me! ::shocked::

Yeah, I know what you mean about the nausea-inducing ancient D-land entries. Mine are that way for me, too.

[nasrani.livejournal.com]

You have to do stretching before band practise?

[clarinelf.livejournal.com]

Well, yes, because it's marching band. (A cousin of the more refined concert band, but much more wild and icky than its relative, which does not require much in the way of stretching.)

:)