Kitten riding turtle

Oops...

Well, I haven't updated in a while...oops....anyway...WE GET TO PIE MY BAND DIRECTOR...not me, but I'm bringing a camera!

-grin-

Me + Super Awesome Dino Coloring Book Pages= Chaos (:

Friggin Paint...

Today, I found out that oil based paint makes me feel like I'm gonna die. Plus, I'm not allowed to leave right now...well, I'll have fun choking on paint fumes.

My Poor, Poor Flute...

I was in the band hall the other day, just minding my own business, when somebody bumped into me. This usually wouldn't be such a problem, but I was trying to walk quickly, the tardy bell was about to ring, so I was a little off balance. I tripped, lost my hold on my flute, and it fell. Onto the pole of a music stand. Then it bounced off, and hit the base of said music stand. It is now bent in half, I have to learn about ten pieces in  around a month, and I probably won't get my flute back for at least 2-3 weeks. And not only is my flute bent in half, something that was welded on came off, two keys are bent, and one key hole is bent. Now, I also can't do anything in band, and it's REALLY cold in the band hall...I blame this on the people that walk soooooo slooooooooooow in the halls, because if it weren't for them, I would have actually gotten to class on time.

What Is On My Desk

I decided to figure out exactly what is on my desk. It hasn't been picked up in a while, so I'm not  really sure.

1) Two or three hairbrushes*
2) Two metal water bottles**
3) Two Plastic water bottle*
4) A bag of Doritos*
5) My flute
6) Sheet music
7) Capri Sun pouches*
8) A pair of scissors*
9) A Macy's catalogue*
10) A Webkinz figurine*
11) A broken calculator*
12) A Build-A-Bear Workshop coupon*

*Not mine
**One of which is mine

I'm serious. These are just the things that I can see (I don't feel like moving), and don't belong here. There's also countless books, papers, and untyped stories. I really need to clean up this desk.

Blegh

Never, I repeat, NEVER drink an entire large soda from the movies...just don't. This is what happens:

1) The Movie ends
2) You realize just how badly you need to pee
3) You run to the bathroom and collide with a friend who also drank as much as you because the damn door won't open
4) It takes you a few minutes to find a clean stall, so you start to wonder if running to the bathroom did you any good at all
5) You wait in the lobby for half an hour because the person driving you home hasn't gotten out of their movie yet
6) When said person gets out of the theater, they find you and your friend curled up on the ground because your stomach hurts

I know this from experience.
And this is also how "the best bad decision we ever made" turns into"the worst bad decision we ever made".