Need Help!!!

I am working on a new facet of my web page. I figured we all have all these television shows we love and I want to share them with everyone. I am going to do A-B-C lists for all the great television shows I am addicted to. I have finished a draft, but some shows are easier to fill than others. I'll include what I have so far, and which ones I need. Please help me out on this! You can rearrange if a person can go under another letter (For instance Kirk could be under K or under J for James Kirk. Tara could be under T or under M for Maclay, Tara, etc.)
Angel, Buffy, Star Trek: The Original Series, The Next Generation, Voyager. Also in production, but not ready to present yet, are Enterprise, Alias, MASH, South Park, Smallville, Friends, and hopefully soon 24. Oh, and where do I put Druscilla? Anyone know her previous name or last name?

ANGEL BUFFY TOS TNG DS9 VOY
Angel Anya April Alexander Adani, Winn Astrometrics
Berkle, Fred Buffy Bones McCoy Barclay, Reg Bashir Borg
Conner Cordelia Chekov Crusher Changelings Chakotay
Darla Dawn Daystrom Data Dukat Doctor
Eve Enterprise Enterprise-D Ezri Equinox
Faith Finn, Riley Finney Flute Fontaine, Vic Fairhaven
Gunn Glorificus Guardian Guinan Garak
Holst Harmony Hikaru Sulu Hill, Dixon Hirogen
Iniative Ilia Iconian
Jasmine Jenny Calendar James Kirk Jellico Jadzia Janeway
Kendra Khan Keiko Kira Kim, Harry
Lorne Library Lester, Janice LaForge Leeta
Master, The Maclay, Tara Mudd, Harry Molly O'Brien Moogie Marquis
Number One Noonien Soong Nog Neelix
Offices, W&H Oz Orions O'Brien Odo
P'Leia (sp?) Potentials Pike Picard Prophets Paris, Tom
Qui'Tu Q Quark Q Continuum
Ring Rupert Giles Rand, Janice Riker Rom
Spike Summers, Joyce Scotty & Spock Sela Sisko(s) Seven of Nine
TPTB The Trio Tribbles Troi Terok Nor Torres & Tuvok
Uber-vamp Uhura Utopia Planitia
Viper Vampire Valeris Vash Vorta Voyager
Wesley Willow Warp Speed Worf Weyoun
Xander Xon Xandi
Yorktown Yar Yates, Kassidy
Zarabeth Zeframe Ziyal OR Zek

National Goose Day

Anyone that knows me and knows what today is will probably be surprised that I survived today and still alive. Yes, that's right, today was national goose day. I know, I know, you are probably cowering in fear right now thinking, "OH MY GOD! HOW COULD I HAVE MISSED THAT!!!" I sympathsize. I spent the entire day in a basement with my duct tape and bottled water. I wore an aluminum foil hat. I don't think they have mind reading capabilities, but you never know what they might have developed. I also crouched under a desk like the used to teach kids to do in case they launched their nuclear weapons at me. I was sure I wouldn't live to bedtime. But here it is, almost midnight. I guess my time is growing short, so I'll write one last journal entry. Goodbye cruel world! Though I die, La Resistance lives on!

So in all seriousness, I am knee deep into editing Actor's Nightmare Book One. Anyone who would like to help edit it, let me know. I can get you a nice finished version by Christmas if you want. Probably bound and with a cover and all. Let me know. As to a public publishing, we'll just have to wait and see. At the same time, I have written the first couple chapters of Actor's Nightmare Book Two. Why you may ask? Because I had to find out what happened to the characters I had spent six months writing about and over a year developing! You may be thinking "You're an idiot! You write the book. You can make whatever you want happen to the characters!" Ok, I guess there is some truth in that. In all honesty, though, when I write, things pretty much write themselves. I look at the page and go "Did that really just happen! Wow!" If something I think is really cool comes tumblings out of my fingers, I am just as surprised as anyone and will jump around the room shouting incoherent noises. It's kind of like the chimps and typewriters. Eventually they'll write Shakespeare. They won't consciously think it, it will just come out. This isn't Shakespeare, but it certainly isn't really coming from me. Ah, well. I guess I won't get to finish the book anyway. Here they come. "I"ll take he 30,000 on the left."

Do You Have Any Grey Poupon?

So I was reading my friend Erin's web site and she had a very interesting link about ketchup and mustard. What is interesting about ketchup and mustard, you might ask yourself. And you would be right. On the surface they are merely two condiments of primary colors that we consume as Americans on our "American food" which is really not from America at all. Anyway, it was a great article so you should all go to Erin's web site and follow her link.

So the topic of today is "Why You Shouldn't Be A Lush While Holding a Job". Factoid 1: I got drunk Thursday, Friday, and Saturday this weekend. That never happens. It was kinda fun. I didn't intend it to happen, but hanging out with people and partying leads to those kinds of things, and nudity, which sadly there was none of this weekend except myself in my shower. Come to think of it, my drinking parties never lead to nudity. This is something that should be corrected ASAP. Actually, knowing most of my attendees, maybe that's not such a great idea... So I drank those 3 nights. Friday I got up fairly early to do a marathon Angel watch and finish it. Saturday I got up early to work 8 hours and then played a college marching band game (Notice how I did not say football game) and then went to Sphinx's Lights Out, which was extremely fun. Sunday I worked a sixteen hours shift after two hours of sleep. Sunday night I was still going strong. Monday, came however. Six hours of sleep and then up for eight hours of work. I was exhausted! It caught up with me. I made it through band, a little Buffy (I finished Angel friday so it seemed fitting I should restart the series with my clarinet section on Saturday. Another six months of fun :)). I was asleep by 11:15 and slept until 9am this morning, and have still been exhausted all day. This mean that this past weekend was a bad idea because I am paying for it this week. So I will wait at least a couple of weeks before I repeat it. :)

BTW, party here friday night because Colonel Morgan, the new marching band director, was jealous he didn't get to party with us last weekend. Anyone want to see him drunk? :)

Weekend Update

Ok, ok, so I totally stole that title from SNL. Sue me. Jane you. Never mind, now I'm just way off topic. The point of this was to give you a quick rundown of the last couple of days, so I'll get on with it. Thursday Man Market kinda sucked. I mean, it was fun. Good drinks, good music, decent atmosphere. But after 3 hours of watching girls glance at me and then not even look my number up in their catalog let alone talk to me, I began to get a tad bored. Nick and I even tried the splitting up thing. Sorry I guilt tripped you Nick, but I really didn't want to go alone. Anyway, after several hours I was just tipsy and bored, albiet still in a pretty good mood, so when a friend offered to come pick me up and I could go hang out with people that would talk to me, I jumped for it. I was hoping you'd come too Nick. I invited you, but I wasn't gonna make you leave. What if I threw off your mojo? Anyway, I don't regret going and I may try it again next year, but this year it seemed to be a waste of time.

So I got picked up by Jason, went back and hung out with Tim's usual gang that think my apartment is theirs. (Just kidding guys. You know I love having you over). Then yesterday Jason and I watched TEN EPISODES OF ANGEL STRAIGHT (with a slight break for band). We finished Season 5. Honestly, I liked Angel okay up until then, but Season 5 kicked ass and totally changed my opinion (positively) of the whole show. I was so disappointed at the ending. If you haven't seen it, don't read the rest of this paragraph. My initial feeling was that they all died in that alley, but then I began to really think about it. I think Gunn likely died. He was already really injured. But the other three? I dunno. I mean it would be kind of lame if Angel died there and we never got to see it. Alieria I think both ways. I could see her living and dying. After finishing the show and seeing that Angel signed away his prophecy claim, I am assuming Spike lived because now Spike is the only cantidate to become human again and fulfill the prophecy. Opinions anyway? Someone know better than me or think differently, or even just agree? Let me know. Also, I can't imagine Buffy or someone not coming to their rescue and helping out. Hence they all could ahve survived. That would make a kick ass movie.

Next up on the DVD menu: Alias Season 2! Also, I am know I can't get anyone really into Smallville, so I am preparing a small list of the few episodes of Season 1 you have to see, and then I want you to watch just those and head straight for Season 2. I honestly believe you all would love it. Plus you guys need to watch Deep Space 9! I have the whole series. Now, OC Marching Band time, probably more partying tonight, and working a sixteen hour shift tomorrow. Ciao.

Karma or Irony?? YOU Decide!

Hm. For those of you who spitted down upon thee, for shame.

I went to Man Market. Jimmy made me feel bad enough to go. No one talked to us. I'll admit, sorta depressing.

Funny, I didn't wanna go to the damn thing, and then look who leaves who behind ?? Now also look who drove.




That's right... I did.


Now THAT..... my friends, is fucking ironic.

Or a karmettic bitchslap.

You Tried So Hard To Be Someone Else... You Forgot Who You Were...

Before I get the entry here, I thought I'd go ahead and post.

For those who don't know me, check my website. The fat character with the blonde hair is based after me. AND... For those who read this, already know by reading Jimmy's post about the little soiree' being thrown by WNCI tomorrow night called the Man Market. Jimmy is being cool enough to let me say my peace before he politely vents his frustration about me whenever. (Thanks Jimmy.)

Originally, my friend Drew DJs the event every year. I'm thinking cool, I have the night off, I'll actually go to Man Market, hang with Drew, bring Jimmy along and it will be really fun. Maybe meet the Morning Zoo and have a grande old time. Instead, after me and Jimmy sign up for the Man Market, being I work with Drew, I decide to ask about what to expect from LRE at the NCI Man Market 04. He says he has no clue, he's not doing it.

That wasn't the first thing that is making me back out of what is going on tomorrow, but it made me VERY uneasy about it. God knows, Jimmy is uneasy about it too.

BUT... something was said to me a few days ago which makes me feel that I don't belong at a man market where girls will bid on me, and in a way, I'm just wasting space till all the "hotties" come up. AKA: I'm Filler. As I told Jimmy over dinner today, that If i looked better, as long as I didn't speak, we'd get bid on. (Trying to get a laugh, I said the same about him as well when he tried to say 'no one will vote for me.' Which I still think is rediculous.' ) Another thing to add to this is that while scared for the event, I had my hopes up, and I was going in, optimistic. There's always someone to make you feel like shit, and specially when it's someone you care for that says it, it hurts even more.

Every few months, I get into a funk about my situation with girls, (everyone gets into a funk about being single sometimes) Say something hurtful to me 3 days or so before Man Market, and... well, I don't wanna go. Maybe it's the Pessimistic side of me or maybe it's just the basic fact of I know pretty well what will happen if I go in to the Man Market tomorrow. Or maybe it's what the person said that is getting to me. would I like to prove this person wrong and win the affection of all the ladies? Hell yes.

I do disagree though that this will happen. I know how girls are, girls at these events are, and how I will be treated at this event. I believe and know that Jimmy stands an excellent chance there, but I on the other hand do not. If there was a single example in my life at all that would prove that anything otherwise would occur then I would go. But I want someone to bid on me who wants to bid on me, not because they're my friends and they would bid on me.

::sighs::

Anyway, I just wanted to stated my case before Jimmy posts here that I "shafted" him. But he knew 3 days before hand, so I gave him notice. Good luck at Man Market Jimmy, and have fun.

--Nick

I'm A Doctor, Not A...No Wait, I Am A Doctor

So to add to our ever growing list of actor crossovers between all these great shows we all watch, I would like to submit John Billingsley. He played a doctor at Wolfram & Hart in Season 5 of Angel, 3rd episode (the werewolf one). This episode aired on UPN less than a month after the premiere of Enterprise, in which John Billingsley stars as Doctor Phlox. The characters share mannerims, even looks (although he is an alien on Enterprise, but his hair is the same and everything). The only difference is the doctor on Angel is evil. Coincidence? I think not. Perhaps a homage to another UPN show that had just aired?

Meat For Sale

So WNCI is doing this thing called The Man Market where they bring in a whole bunch of guys and auction them off for girls. Somehow, I kind of got roped into it, without too much of a fight. Afterall, who doesn't want to be bid on by girls? If anyone wants me. :) It's at the Collosium (where the Yukatan used to be) at the Continent of Thursday night this week. Doors open for the ladies at 9pm. I am supposed to be there at 8. Anyone who wants to come and bid on me so it looks like someone is interested, would be more than welcome! Also, anyone with any fashion sense at all, if you wouldn't mind swinging by my apartment first? That would be great. I have none.

Oh, and for you astute readers, yes it is not even 5am yet. No, I am not still up from the night before. I just woke up 15 minutes ago. Why you may ask? Because my sleeping pattern is so screwed up I don't know what to do. Saturday night I slept from 6:30pm-7:30am, then Sunday night I slept from about 1am to about 6:30am, and then last night it was 8:15pm-4:30am. Anyone know how to fix that? Cause it's driving me insane!

Rip Van Jimmy

So what did you all do after that lousy football game on Saturday? The game itself wasn't that lousy (for an Otterbein game). It could have been much worse. We didn't get creamed. But speaking as a band member, I wanted to stab myself through the heart with my clarinet and die. All we did was play the fight song and cardinal fight over and over again. Three or four times total during the game we started a pep song, but he never let us finish them. I think Colonel Morgan thought it was like a basketball game where you couldn't play when the players were. I'm going to need to talk to him about that.

Anyway, after the game, I was still pumped up. I wanted to go out and do something. I was actually supposed to see a movie with a friend, which would have been fun. Instead, I fell asleep. I turned on the tv and was asleep before dinner, and I slept until I had to get up for work this morning. What sane, healthy person sleeps for 14 hours? That's freakin' ridiculous! And this isn't the first time it has happened. I do it about once a month or so. Call my Rip Van Jimmy. What a wasted Saturday night.

Drinking

They say alcohol can't solve your problems. They are probably right. But I say a few drinks and crazy games with your friends can help immensely. Thanks girls.

Graduation Day

"So we talked all night about the rest of our lives, Where we're gonna be when we turn 25,
I keep thinking times will never change, keep on thinkin' things will never be the same,
But when we leave this year, we won't be coming back.
No more hanging out 'cause we're on a diff'rent track and if you got something that you need to say, You'd better say it right now 'cause you don't have another day.
'Cause we're moving on, and we can't slow down. These memories are playing like a film without sound...
We'd get so excited and we'd get so scared, laughing at ourselves and thinking life's not fair."

These lyrics haunted me my entire senior year of high school ("Graduation Day" from Vitamin C of course). I would pound out the melody on the piano, whispering the words, tears running down my cheeks. I didn't want to leave high school, but I was so excited to be done. I wanted to go to college, but I dreaded leaving my friends. It was the most exciting and sad time of my life. Until now.

I found out this morning I can graduate in June. It's going to be a huge effort, no easy time. I am going to drop the education part of my degree, and just get my Bachelor's in History. I have mixed feelings about this. I will definitely be playing the song all year. I need out of Otterbein. I am going to owe them way more money then I'll make in several years. I will be paying loans forever. I am going to take the degree and go, but what next? I don't know what one does with a degree in history. I started out in the Music Education program and I wish that's where I was now. The decision to quit was not mine or I would still be. I kind of feel like a failure going in four years from Music Ed to History Ed to plain History. I will probably have a Music Minor but we'll see. Now what do I do? What will next year bring? I guess I could see what kind of job I could get in 'my field' of history. Or maybe enroll at OSU or somewhere cheap to finish my music ed stuff. Afterall, I already did nearly two full years of music ed classes. Maybe finished music and history. I doubt I'll have the problems there I had with a certain member, maybe two, of Otterbein's music faculty. Again, feeling like a failure.

And yet I am very excited to know I will be out of here in 9 months. Big party. Mark your calendars. I'll let you know where it will be when I know.

Reality Check

So back to reality today. Classes officially started. Since my classes are schedule in one very long block on Tuesdays and Thursdays, it meant a full eight hours of work today, including a corporate meeting and more work I brought home with me, and then Wind Ensemble 5-6. WE kinda sucks this year because I am used to me on alto clarinet, Scott on contrabass, and John on bass. Now I got moved to bass and I'm by myself. Oh, well. I am working Mon, Fri, and Sun during the day and a double shift (8am-midnight) on Wednesdays. It's going to be interesting. We are now also selling our own pizza sauce in jars with our label and everything. It looks very professional and we are in at least one store besides our pizza shops so far, with more to come soon, hopefully.

Tonight my roomies and I dressed up in suits and delivered roses and cards to all of the girls in the Park Street Commons buildings I and II just as a happy first day of class, good luck with the quarter kind of thing. 33 girls. Most of them (that were home) seemed pretty happy to get them. A couple of girls were very friendly and nice. One seemed a little annoyed. That's ok. It was very embarrassing, but it was kind of cool. Tim thought of it, and it seemed like a fairly good idea. I live in IIF so please stop by and see me sometime. :)

About my television, I am almost done with Alias Season One. It is really picking up and looking cool. Then I'm on to Angel Seasn Five, then Alias Two & Three, with 24 1-3 close behind. Its going to be a busy quarter. I hope I have time for a little school work. :)

Patriot Day (September 11)

Everyone knows where they were on September 11, 2001. I had an 8am piano class. It was only my second day as a student at Otterbein College. I went back to my room and turned on "All in the Family". It was the one where Archie's wife was raped and it was pretty upsetting. When my roommate ran in and asked me to turn the channel, I wasn't happy about it. I wanted to see the end of my show. I turned the channel, and watched in horror. Moments later the second plane hit the second tower and I watched it live. I couldn't believe it. I called my parents. My dad answered, but he didn't have any answers. I thought this was it. War on America soil. Things would never be the same. The rest of the day, and or a couple of days after, I stayed glued to the news channels. Three years later, to the day, the world is a bit different. Bush used it as an excuse to go to Iraq where over 1,000 US soldiers have been killed, 800 of them since we were told it 'was over'. And it still isn't over. We are no longer so worried about an attack to our homeland, and yet it is still in the back of our minds. The government brings it up fairly often just to keep us scared and make sure we'll support their war efforts. This is my opinion, and frankly it makes me sick. Get that damn Bush out of office so we can possibly put an end to the useless death. September 11 was tragic. Why are we forced to continue tradgedy three years later? But I am getting off the point. We can argue about that tomorrow. Today, there is something more important.

Please, share your thoughts and memories from September 11. Take a moment of silence to mourn those who died that day.

Girls, Girls, Girls

I have begun to think about what I am looking for in a girl. Afterall, I'm nearly 21 and a half years old and would love to start dating the girl I am going to marry. Heck, I wanted to start dating that girl a while ago. But what am I truly looking for? It is a question I never really figured out once and for all, but I as I have been meeting many girls this summer, I have begun to fill out my own expectations in my head. I think I am finally getting closer to knowing what I want. All girls that fit that category, even ones I know but I may not have thought of that way before now, please apply! :)

First, I have to get the physical out of the way. I am in no means shallow and there are no requirements in this category. I have found girls attractive that break every single one of these 'stereotypes' that I tend to find attractive. You can't help physical attraction, but I promise I have no set physical standard. I do tend to prefer girls that are no fatter than me. I consider myself fat. I am not saying I only like skinny girls. Yes the girls I have dated in the past have been very skinny, but I have also been attracted to girls who weren't so much. I tend to prefer smaller bust sizes (sorry, there's no great way to say that) but again, it doesn't always hold true. The girl absolutely MUST have a face I consider cute. This is my one thing. However, there is no set way that I find a face cute. It can vary. And I have weird tastes on 'cute'. It totally doesn't fit the norm. I think most actresses and models are very unattractive. I do tend to like interesting faces (big noses or big ears or freckles or just something that stands out). Any color hair, eyes, and hair length, none of these things matter. I also like girls that are closer to my height. Sometimes short girls make me feel self-conscious about my own height, which is one of my own hangups. I repeat, however, that none of these (except a cute or interesting face) are a requirement.

Personality is my major decision maker. I tend to like girls who are more independent, can make decisions, have enthusiasm, maybe a little eccentric, and aren't afraid to go after what they want. I am looking for someone who wants to be their own person. I am all about a couple life and I wouldn't even mind someone a bit clingy, but I don't want to spend every second together (well, almost every second would be fine :)) and I want her to have other interests besides my own. I like girls who are basically intelligent and can hold a good conversation. It would be nice if certain interests matched mine, especially tv and movies since I like that stuff so much, but there is no set thing in this category either. It varies person to person. I have liked people who are very different.

The last category is a neccessity and that is morals and outlooks on life. I can't stand being with someone who is racist or discriminatory. I was talking to a cute girl recently who when the subject turned to homosexuality, she thought of it like a disease that needed to be corrected. Huge turnoff. The rest of the conversation was more forced and I just wanted to end it. I have to be with someone open to new ideas and things and not trying to change people. I will change little things about myself, but not major things. I hate it when people try to force those changes on others. It is almost ironic and hypocritical because being discriminatory may be a major part about someone and I would want them to change that, but only because it negatively affects others around them. This conversation could go in circles, so I'll stop it. I also like someone with pretty good morals, who isn't a lier, cheater, stealer, etc. But I don't want someone who is going to scold me for drinking or talking/joking dirty. They should enjoy doing those things with me. :)

Anyway, I guess I need someone openminded, fun, and someone I find attractice. Anyone? :)

P.S. Angel!

P.S. I need Season 5 of Angel! Jonathan, please let me know! I finished Season Two of Smallville and 3 of Will & Grace and I am ready to start Alias, which I have the first two seasons of and the third one just came out so I need to go shopping next week, but I also need to watch that final Season of Angel! Ok, enough geeky ranting.

Dreams

Sorry I have not posted in almost a week. Band Camp kept me busy, and then after it ended yesterday, I watched the entire third season of Will & Grace (I know, way to be productive). Anyway, I am posting today because of an incredibly strange dream I just had.

In my dream, I was part of a 'rebel' faction that lived in fear of our lives. We were living near a beach and a jungle, but there was also a big mall. Many people I know were in the dream, but most were people I hadn't talked to in awhile or were never close to. It was very odd. Our little group was labeled as 'homosexuals' and yet none of the people I know in our group actually were, so maybe homosexual supporters? I mean, heck, I was even engaged to a girl in the dream. Anyway, because of the label we had we were hunted and executed like animals. We had to go through the mall to rescue some friends and we had cool walkie talkies and stuff, and of course the music in the mall was the "Stay with me, just a little bit longer..." from "Dirty Dancing". That was the chase music when they tried to catch us. Several of my friends were shot with nail guns that looked like price taggers but were deadly. I woke up just as myself and my fiance escaped the mall and the song ended. It was totally odd. I am considering perhaps using something like that for one of my goose books, but I haven't decided how the surviving humans will function in a goose run world. Of course, that's getting ahead of myself. I don't need to know that until Book Four and I've barely started Book Two, plus I haven't gotten the first one published.

The most profound part of my dream though was intolerance. I thought, as I was growing up, that intolerance was dead. I learned about the civil rights movement and stuff. I thought it was solved. Later I learned people of other races are still being discriminated against and I have even witnessed it happen a few times. Right now I think homosexuals are being hugely discriminated against and it makes me sick. The Defense of Marriage Act was the worst law Ohio ever passed, and now states are banning gay marriage in their consititutions. My parents won't even fix my car anymore because I have bumper stickers in my window proclaiming my support against the DOMA law and against Bush. They were the last people I expected to react this way. They raised me to treat all people equally, and yet they don't support gay marriage. They actually support a ban on it. What I can't understand is, why would anyone? Why are people so afraid of something so different than them? How is gay marriage going to hurt or really affect straight people in any way? I am straight, but this anti-gay sentiment is making me sick. I am offended for homosexuals. Why is intolerance and discrimination still a problem in the 21st century, and honestly why was it ever? My brain can't wrap around what causes people to act that way. I truly don't understand it.

I guess the best way to close is to just say, Support Gay Marriage, and Re-Defeat Bush 2004.

Band Camp Day 2

So, I'm sorry I haven't written in a few days, but I worked 48 hours this week in four days, and then I started band camp yesterday... Anyway, this is the first full day of band camp, but if you count that little bit last night it's day two. Only 12 seniors this year. There are a lot of dropouts. We're marching 6 more people than last year, but we're down two instrumentalists. I guess that's not too bad. I half expected it to be worse, since Dr. Boehm quit and I know a lot of students were so unhappy without having him or Mr. Orr this year, myself included. However I do like Colonel Morgan and his assisstant (whose name I can't remember) seems pretty cool too. We had a bunch of Alumni come back and teach a little sectional last night (Matt Vitartas did flutes and clainets, Big Kenny did saxes, etc.) which was cool, but we have no section leaders and no squads, so it's really just the teachers, Amber (administrative assisstant) and our three section leaders who are the 'leaders'.

Band Camp is a little odd this year for me. I went into it with very mixed feelings. I like Colonel Morgan and Mr. Tirey a lot and they both inquired on whether I would do marching band this year. I quit early into last season due to reasons of a personal relationship problem, which I kind of regret, but know I would have been even more unhappy than I was last fall if I had to keep being subjected to what I was subjected to when I was in band so I know I made the right decision. However, I stayed in all the other bands and still consider myself a fourth year student, and so does Colonel Morgan it seems, even though Jenn and Nate give me crap and call me 3 1/2 year student. That's ok. What are friends for, afterall, right? Anyway, I thought it would be weird to be around certain people that I've grown apart from either because I kind of mostly removed myself from the OC Community last year or due to untrue things said about me that I have no control over so I try not to worry about. I didn't know if I would be accepted back into the band fold. It seems most people, other than my close friends, have forgotten that I even left. There are a few people that it makes me uneasy to be around, but not enough that I regret joining back in. There is even one close friend whom I had little to no contact with most of last year but we seem to be reconnecting and this makes me very happy.

Oh, and of an interesting note, the clarinet section this year is Erin Packer, me, and five freshman girls. Tony Guzman had better rejoin next year! And maybe some other upperclassmen. If I have to 'lead' a pack of sophomores and freshmen next year, well...I don't know. I guess it might be kind of cool. Loser me in my fifth year. Honestly, I love OC marching band and I would consider staying in a sixth year after I graduate, like Carl or Julie before me. We'll see. Depends on what we need in the band and how everything is going by then. I also found out I get to write some of the drill this year since Jenn and I are Col. Morgan "Advanced Marching Band Methods students". Ugh. I don't mind writing drill, but I don't want my peers to know I did it. It's the same reason I have problems 'teaching' with others of my age. I know I can teach and I can lead, but I hate it when I have to do something leadership like when there are other people in the band I feel could write much better drill than me. They are going to think my stuff is crap. It's not something I dwell on often, or am completely terrified of, but it does leave me feeling a little nervous.

Anyway, off to shower and movie watching. I'm tired. Tomorrow, sleep until noon, then more band camp and doubles softball in the afternoon. Ought to be interesting. Take care all!