This probably will not make sense to you, and that's fine. 2003-09-11 - 8:28 p.m.
Well. Today I felt heavy. Not fat (those are days of a completely different variety *ahem*), just heavy. Weighed-down. Like gravity's bitch.
Yeah, I dunno. If there ever was one of those days, this would be it by default. You know. I think this feeling was mutual. There was a lot of "I suck at the flute" going around (not from me, surprisingly). The little goober in me wanted to say "Yeah, uh, if you of all people suck, then where does that leave me? Shoetopia?" Hahahaha. I didn't say that.
Well anyway, it does in fact give me joy that the general consensus has taken to calling a certain tuba player "Jesus" because of his strong resemblence to the big J.C. Ah yes. That take me back to my college years....
....but that Jesus was a trumpet player.
Gradschoolville Jesus has just joined marching band. Ah, marching band. That takes me back. I feel old now.
(Note: This probably didn't make sense to you. Don't worry about it. I'm rambling. If there ever was a day for "Song of the Squished Mango" -composed of course by yours truly, har har- this is it.)
I'm really going to go home and shut up now. Graduate school makes your brain melt. Have a good night all.