OH NO THEY DID NOT
MUSE ARE YOU FOR REAL
This gives the song and entirely different feel and it’s fantastic, holy hell.
This is the best thing I have ever pumped into my ears. Jesussssss.
Numa Numa Song + Marching Band = Bliss
This…this is awesome on almost every single scale on which awesome can be measured
I love how almost the entire audience in front of the guy taping is doing the arm thing.
This just made my month.
WOOOO BAND BANQUET!!
This made me sad. I’m going to miss marching band an obscene amount. Though I did like our performance at Seattle, that was pretty snazzy.
Also: TOO DAMN COLD FOR SKIRT.
The best part of Hawaii was chilling in the warm water late at night with Matt. At least we didn’t get stung by jellyfish, eh?
It was also very cool walking around downtown and discussing crap. Fun times indeed.
PARASAILING WAS AWESOME!! Even though I felt like I was going to throw up as we were coming back down/heading back to the dock.
Hawaii Adventures: Football Edition
GOOD LORD WHY DID IT HAVE TO RAIN?!
And why couldn’t anyone realize that we had to sit SOMEWHERE, we couldn’t just be invisible?
Additional note: Matt + drunk chicks at football game = hilarity.
Additional additional note: don’t sit in the cheerleaders’ section of the bus if you want to keep your sanity.
Fun fact: a group of college band geeks can take approximately 5 times longer to get across the island of Hawaii than any of them thought was possible. And take far too many additional buses.
But aside from that, we actually got to Pearl Harbor today. The video we watched was very informative.
HOLY FREAKING CRAP, HAWAII!!
It’s so weird to be down here. The flight was uneventful, plus I got pictures of cool clouds.
I miss Aaron already, though.
NO MORE MARCHING BAND. I just realized that.
I’m going to miss dorking around with you guys at noon. As stressful as being a squad leader to the two most useless squads ever (save Michael and Heather), band was a super stress-reliever, which was necessary, ‘cause all three fall semesters have sucked.
Hopefully wherever I go to grad school shall have a marching band as well.
We can only hope.
Fun at the Homecoming Parade
Aw, my last Homecoming. Oh well, it was super fun anyway. I got video of the tubas chasing cars, so it was all good.
Also, that was the most insane “controlled” bonfire I’ve ever seen.
Ugh, can I catch a break, please?
Once again, I have another squad member who doesn’t give a shit. This is making my last year of marching band substantially less fun. I hope she shapes up and realizes that just because she’s a plug doesn’t mean she can be a slacker. I do not appreciate people making both me and the whole band look bad.
It’s way too early to be doing philosophy.
So after writing a paper for Philosophy of Science at about 5 AM this morning, I finally feel free enough to blog. So blog I shall.
Our performance is already up on YouTube, for all who are interested:
That’s all. I’m dead.
So the performance was badass. I’m glad my hat didn’t fall off like I thought it was going to.
And I bought some cool stuff, like a vintage Playboy and some shot glasses for my roomies.
Good times. Much better than yesterday.
Claudia’s 867th Blog: The Blog
So we finally did Bins on the field today.
I’m already super sick of this damn show.
That is all.
Ah, band camp…
How I missed thee.
And at least my squad doesn’t suck like it did last year (though we still have to put up with Beau pretending that he’s in charge of everyone in the clarinet section…I’m SO LUCKY he’s not in my squad!).
I think we’ll have good shows this year.
Vandal football = fail. Vandal Marching Band = hooray!
And just like that, the football season is over. The second year of marching band comes to a close, with the Butt Song still intact and the famous equation of 23 + 46 = 69 still in the book. However, I realized when walking home from this last game today that we failed to play even once the Sexy Back short. This will be taken up with Torrey at a future date, don’t think it won’t.
My voice remains elusive
Well, we’re back. It’s midnight as I’m typing this and I’m tired, despite sleeping basically the whole bus ride there and the whole bus ride back.
I’d like to apologize to my bus-mates; I wish I’d been more animated and entertaining on the bus, but because I so rarely get sick that when I do get sick it really throws me. But what you saw was about as sick as I get, so I guess that’s a good thing. And apologies if I gave it to anyone else (especially Maggie, cause I think I gave it to you).
But it was fun, especially Thursday night, holy crap.
What the football game today entailed:
-My long-awaited hitting of double digits in marriages
-Me being Eric Strom’s pet (don’t ask)
-The discovery that it takes 226 licks to get to the center of one of those miniature Tootsie Pops
-At least 6 profoundly drunk sorority girls being dragged up the stairs by their not-so-profoundly-drunk friends
-The shocking discovery that our high school’s shy, bookish tuba player was standing shirtless at the game as the “O” in a line of fellow shirtless fraternity guys spelling out “IDAHO”
What the man who discovered handheld black holes said: “I have the hole whorled in my hands!”
Hurrah for homecoming! I love seeing my old elementary school and high school. ‘Tis fun. Though I think I annoyed the crap out of the clarinet section by the end of the day, because every time I got a glimpse of the high school I was all, “holy crap there’s Moscow High School I went there and was in the band yay!!” Sorry, guys.
And I wish Idaho would have scored earlier in the game—I would’ve gotten hold of those little ribbon things they shoot from the boxes in the ceiling earlier and would have been decked out even dorkier than I was. What fun boredom + ribbons can be!
Yeah, boring blogs. Deal with it!
Waiter! There’s four and twenty blackbirds in my pie chart! (Confused? Understandable.)
Today I learned that the short number 119 in our music is, in fact, Sexy Back. I think I frightened Torrey when I starting jumping around screaming, “holy crap, YES!” Plus, if we end up doing a half-time show to Village People music in the near future, it was totally my idea, for the record.
The game came close to being fun for me (“what?” you say. “A football game…fun?!”). I think it was because I was in close proximity to Matt, Beau, Maggie, and Rob. And the two weddings that occurred on the bus helped as well. Matt, if we frightened you, I apologize on behalf of all of us weirdos (Gate Control Theory! Ahahaha… ).
I was going to blog about something else, but I can’t remember what it was. Sad? Yes.
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Hooray! So volleyball games started tonight, and dangit, are they fun! I get to hang out with a bunch of cool people who don’t find me too obnoxious!
Also, we got all our shows on the field today, finally. They’re not too great, but they’re on the field. Now I just have to remember them so I can help my squad. What was I thinking, signing up to be a squad leader? I suck.
Ah, no matter. Why am I blogging about this? The two of you (yes, I’m convinced now that only two of you read these) are both in band and know of my rants/ravings/insane fun.
Oh well. Better blog tomorrow.
Why do I always say that?