Life? What life? All I have time for is BAND.

XD Actually, I had a pretty fun time last yesterday. We were out in Webb City all day, and the first half of the day nearly bored me to violence. We showed up a NINE AM. Didn't march until NOON. THis means we were sitting around sweating in our polyester uniforms of DOOM for four hours.

That wasn't the fun part. After that, we ran around the festival (here meaning we sat in the bleachers and commented on the pretty flags and decieded which outfits we were going to steal.) for a while. It was our whole bandie group-myself, Avari, Ivy, and...(shoot. She has no character in Karak.) The one that hates pink.

Our group was joined by a really tall guy, Josh. Josh is fun to bother. He also is a werewolf. The end.

I think my blog is suffering from benign neglect.

Thus, I must think of new and interesting things to write about.

I'm pretty sure that all of you blog readers have heard the Gatorade story, if not, catch me tomorrow, because I'm throwing away my prop.

I put my hand down to pet Bella and found I didn't need to lean down to find her head.

I'm actually decently ahead in Kez's class.

Kez is going through a hard time, so I will poke no fun at his class.

As has been mentioned elsewhere, band has moved to 7:30 practice. This is a VERY GOOD thing.

I'm on a mission to write a fluff scene between Kaida and Ryu. Ryu is not a fluffy sort of guy.

The knowledge....it burns us....*gollum*

Okay, so as most (all, more likely than not) of my readers know, my life of late has been dedicated to homework. Good news is, I'm caught up on my ID's and now have a shot at life.

3 tests tomorrow and Dad signed me up for ACT in October.

I will attempt to do writing of some type, be it fanfic or something that pleases my editor. Really, I'd take any creative bursts at this point.

Jessie's comic made me laugh.

Bella weighs 49 pounds. She is no longer portable.

The end!

Erm...Words?

It's 8:27. I've been working on homework since 3. With a stop for dinner, mebbe 45 minutes. Fun times.

More stuff-Bella keeps growing. A LOT. Like, she's not really easily picked up anymore.

I need to write, I know. Just, this whole...time thing...escapes me at the moment.

Hotel California is a scary, yet kewl song.

And....That's 'bout it. Can't think of anything amazingly interesting to say, mebbe I'll call you people and set sumfin up for the weekend, provided I'm still alive at that point.

I apologize for da glumness, but the hyper has worn off, and I feel meh.