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| This update is being made especially for my sister-in-law-in-law, who is a chick who does math just about every day.
Enjoy.
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| School has started. That's probably good.
Tomorrow, I'm playing with Tony Garcia for what will likely be the last time (since he's moving to Rutgers and all). It's in Searcy tomorrow with the Community Band. 10:00 on the courthouse square. Come and say buh-bye to the 7/6 Trombones.
Other plans in Searcy tomorrow: eat Lenny's, get back my Lost DVD from Scott, and see a bunch of people while there.
I'm going back to Searcy on Thursday, but I'm taking my band with me. CAC plays Dollarway at 5:30 at First Security Stadium. We're marching most of our first song.
Also, I have an audition coming up. Exciting times, I'm sure.
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| "I think I would eat my kid's placenta."
- Some guy in class today.
I'm not kidding. That actually happened.
Also, combining weird dreams with Chorus Campaigns: I dreamt last night that I was lying in my bed, asleep, when Taddeus the Polish Bus Driver actually came and sat in my room and started talking to me in nearly fluent English. My frustration with him for breaking into my apartment and waking me up for no good reason was far overshadowed by my amazement at how well he picked up the language in less than a month.
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| WEIRD DREAM REPORT: I was living in my current apartment with no furniture. I had two dogs (a big, brown lab and a little furball dog) and a kitten, which I had acquired in the same way I had kittens last year. The kitten and the little dog are unimportant, as the kitten just darts around and acts cute, while the little dog never actually appears in the dream. I'm just aware of its existence. So anyway, the dream: I got home from school and the big brown dog was lying on the top of the stairs, where he had been for days, when I suddenly realized I hadn't fed him in months.
Somehow, the dog knows I've just figured this out and starts making noises, as if to say "Yeah, you jerk. You probably should do something about that. You've only been tripping over me in this same spot since JANUARY." Marvelling over my dog's ability to express sarcasm, I go downstairs and look in my cabinets for my doggie dish, only to find I don't have one. The best I can find is one of those decorative candle- or pebble-holding plates. So I reach in the under-the-sink cabinet (where I always keep my dog food). When I open the bag and pour its contents out onto the plate, all that comes out are sprinkles. Like you put on ice cream. The dog sniffs the dish and gives me a look that says "Are you serious? Sprinkles. You have got to be kidding me."
Then I wake up to Harding Public Safety pounding on my door asking me to move my car under penalty of tree-smashing.
The end.
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| So last year, I wrote a little news/this day in history featurette
as a funny way of celebrating my birthday. I'm not going to
repost it, but I do have an important addition to make to the section
under the In the news header:
On July 6, 2006, I officially became the new secondary band teacher at Central Arkansas Christian.
[and I'm graduating, too.]
So... this is a pretty big birthday.
[edit]
And if you're one of my newfound students, please check the Band's site for more details about camp and our show for the fall.
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