delicious.

I haven't decided if I am going to publish this blog or not, or give out the address or not to people in "secret" hopes they read it and have a little more insight to my life, so I could just be writing to myself. This is entirely fine by me.

I really don't know what to write. Part of me has volumes of thoughts and feelings I need to express, and the other part of me wants to continue to keep it bottled up. Weird.

Jon is going to go out for BD next year. He will get in for sure. We made a pact back in Round-Up that we would do corps together, but there is no way that I am going to get in BD, solely on the entire marching ability aspect of it. I don't suck, but I am by no means the best. I hate feeling mediocre at what I do, it kills me inside.

Big Noise from Winnetka. (Jon, yeah broski).

I guess since the theme of this first post is all about marching bands and the like, I'll keep within character. I was apporached a couple of rehearsals ago about how someone in the section felt when we started playing high. Immediately after I felt horrible, but at the same time, it is what Jay asked us to do. Ugh, mixed feelings.

On a different note, Morgan called me this morning asking me to take her phone to Telus to get it fixed, the screen was glitching. I went, and they looked at me dumbfounded, and probably are talking about the glitchy phone right now. They ordered her a new one, and are going to call me in 4-7 buisness days when it arrives. I am really glad that she and I are so close. She is eaisly one of the closest friends I have, probably number two. (I actually don't number my friends based on how close we are, but she is really something special).

I guess this is where the first post ends. Hopefully I will continue posting (daily, if I can), though I doubt anyone will read this.

/Andrew