Musikal Geenyous

I'm in school right now. I feel like a such a rebel. I really should be doing homework or researching for my history project or something constructive. I don't feel like working right now though. I was extremely outraged this morning for a couple reasons and I'm still recovering from the all adrenaline that came with it. Now I just feel sorta tired and worn out. This reminds of marching season (band geek moment coming here). During competitions and halftime during games, I would get all excited and pumped up, and then after we were done I would suddenly become really tired as I came off my natural high. Does that happen to anyone else? Oh, and it also makes me forget things. After one of the competitions I was reflecting on how I had played and I realized that I couldn't remember doing anything. I even had to ask our percussion director if I played at all, or if I just stood there. Its really strange, but pretty cool too. Its like band psychology...wooo! Well, I better go now before the principal comes in or something. I always get caught for bad stuff. I get in trouble for stuff I didn't do as well *cough cough*

Nathan has stolen my Good Charlotte CD again. Will I ever get it back? Probably not.

Oh, and symphonic band percussionists are now banned from the drum room. Figures. After all, we're much less talented and responsible and smart and competent than those in wind ensemble and percussion class...right?

I've never seen an episode of "Joe Millionaire" throughout its entire season, but I decided to watch the season finale to see what the Great Big Secret Twisted Ending was. And, truth be told, I was a bit disappointed. Sure, they were in love and got a million dollars, but I was expecting something really shocking. Like, maybe all the girls on the show were lesbians. Or, the one he picked was married to the butler. Who knows. Just something a little more exciting. I mean, come on people, this is reality TV we're talking about here! Oh well, I guess people like sappy endings. And Simon Cowell. Ooh, there we go! Simon suddenly appears on the set to criticize the happy couple and say "you bloody Americans make me sick", then dashing away to pick the next American Idol. There's a nice ending (Hey, I never said my brain was fully functioning at 11:00 at night).

Here's some evidence to Katie's "Just Say No To M.O." campaign:
Woman Gets Allergic Shellfish Reaction From Kiss

Yay, yesterday was fun! Robby won the formal category at the Mr. East competition but the judges screwed up the scores, so he either won talent or nothing at all. You'd think a group of adults grading high school guys on how sexy they can be would have no problems. Apparently not. Kellie Rasberry from KissFM was one of the judges. I have just lost all respect for that radio station! Oh, and the microphones for the singers were giving them problems as well. They kept having to trade mics and share and do all sorts of other stuff while the music played on in the background. I bet the tech people got chewed out majorly for that one.

Afterwards, me, Robby, Zack, Sco, and a bunch of East people I don't really know went to Carraba's when it was over. Zack, Robby, and I split an appetizer pizza, which truly was just an appetizer. It was really tiny and each of us could only have two slices. That's ok, though, I wasn't really hungry. Sco convinced me to try a shrimp...I don't even know why I agreed to it. I hate seafood with a passion. He told me I would like it despite that fact. Guess what? I didn't! It was horrible and I thought I was going to throw up. I should have just taken a bite of it instead of putting the whole thing in my mouth but I'm not smart like that. Sco said he was disappointed in me but I don't care. Things that swim in the sea are not meant to be consumed!