April 18, 2003

      Aaah, the joys of Good Friday; although I'm not Christian, it was good to have school off. I needed a break from school. I look around me and see the 8th grade boys, who are all loud mouths and big feet, and the 8th grade girls walking around in washcloths and pounds of perfume and glitter, and I think "These are the people I'm cursed to graduate with." Well, I'm sure as you all know, my computer got all hacked up, but now, it's all good. All this week, I finlly got to re-capture what we all missed during The Music Man: An Orth Shpeel. God was it good to hear him complain/moan/rage at and about us. I'm sorry, but I couldn't stand Bakken's fake voice when she told us we were doing great, when in reality, we sucked. ::twitch:: I wrote a few songs on my guitar; they're compilations of random notes put together, and they've helped me relieve some stress. Mmmmmmmm, yes.

 

 

April 8, 2003

      Good news, although I keep forgetting to tell people: I started editing my old book again and whatnot, and that's going handy dandy. Also, yesterday kicked off the start of Radio Daze rehearsals, and they went interesting, considering Tim always falls out of chairs, and if he's not falling, he's knocking them over. WOOOSH! Carly and I also started OPERATION MT today (it's highly confidential), and that is going spectacular. Other than that, no news, although I'm glad to report I'm done with my Muisc Man withdrawl. Thank god.

 

 

April 6, 2003

      On April 2nd, we opened the Music Man. Last night, we closed the Music Man, and did the traditional crying/screaming/raging/ that comes along with all that good stuff. And then, yeah, we went to Perkins. We got kin of separated though; Shlee and Megan and Megan's friends went to the Apple Valley Perkins; Carly, I, and some others (being Derek, Malley, Whitney, Zag, Chris, Carroll, Bobert, Roxanne, and Molly) went to Town Centre Perkins, and then everyone else stayed at the Burnsville Perkins. Gaaaah. The after-effects of closing night just started to hit me, so I'm all numb and empty. Why do I feel like Micollef died? There's this huge empty space; nobody can seem to fill it up. OK, well, I'll stop bothering all of you with sappiness. Urgh.