this one time at band camp...

so.
it has certainly been a while.

i broke up with my boyfriend. even though i don't know if our going out counts because we didn't actually go out.


i rode on the hiawatha trail. and i sat right on top of a tall, tall tunnel.
it was rather exhilerating. and exhausting, climbing all the way up the steps-that-aren't-steps-but-large-concrete-blocks.


and i have been at band camp. i don't if it really qualifies as a camp, we just run the show over and over, generally in pieces, and do lots of shups. i am in the pit/front ensemble, and we are special. we went once a week for four hours all summer long, so we basically already had the show down by the time everyone else started showing up. and so we get snackie time every day, and let's-just-hang-out-in-the-lounge-for-two-hours time, and gilmore girls time. because everyone knows the pit is the shit. tehe.


i don't know why i am blogging right now. i should be wasting my time other ways. like panicking, because my summer homework decided to not do itself, leaving me with a week to do insane amounts of work, on top of eight hours a day of band practice. woohoo.


so school is coming up waaaaaay too soon. and i am thrilled. absolutely jazzed.
not.

i did nothing this summer. it was supposed to be the most fantastic summer of my life. instead, it was probably the lamest. seriously. how lame.
and i had nothing to read while procrastinating my homework because i have read every book i own at least three times. and i am far too lazy to ride to the library.


so now that my whine-fest is over, i find that i have nothing more to say.

"burning on just like a match you strike to incinerate

the lives of everyone you know
and what's the worst you take
from every heart you break
and like the blade you stain..."
-my chemical romance, helena