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Pre-UIL. crying Tomorrow. eek Me scared. sweatdrop

The only reason we played so well today was because one of the judges volunteered to come and see us. Amazingly, she taught us more than Mr. A taught us the entire year! But knowing my band, most of us will forget the stuff tomorrow morning.

At best, we're getting a 3. And that's if the seventh graders actually shut up during sight-reading.

You know that band geek episode of Spongebob? The one where they're all crappy and then at the football game, they rock out?

That's what we did last night. mrgreen At UIL, we got Sweepstakes! Straight 1's! Without a tuba! I'm still on my sugar high! Which is weird and freaky!

Band trip story time! Okay, so on the band bus on the way there, we were all getting on Pictochat, right? Mr. A gets ahold of one person's DS (if I ever find them, I'll kill them) and sees the profanity and images in the chatroom. I screamed, "Mr. A has a DS! Everybody run!" Okay, so maybe I didn't scream that, but everyone got off, anyway. I think I also had a minor sore throat/cold/allergy thing from the day before, so I got motion-sick real easily. Most of the ride was something like, "Ow. Must close eyes." or "Make the back of the bus shut up." or "Just keep eyes ahead." or "Yegads, my neck."
Then we got to the contest site. We had to wait forever for Concert band to dress up and go, and when we finally got out there, we were like, "HOLY FWEAKING CWAP, IT'S COLD!" or "Hey, look at my hair flowing in the wind!" Seriously, the wind was blowing so hard, if I had let go of my garment bag, it would have flown off. Really.
Okay, so Symphonic's all dressed up and we're about to go into the warm-up room. Honors band is called to change and the warm up room just so happens to be in the direction that the boy's changing room is. Stupidly, some of the guys followed us instead of going to the bathroom (a.k.a the changing room). I still mock them.
Anyway, we warm up, tune (I didn't do much of either, with the sore throat and all) and we got up on stage. We were told that Concert would be watching us; instead, Honors was in there. I was like, "What? Honors? Awwwwkward ... we're gonna suck more than we were going to." Surprisingly, we got a 1, but more on that later.
To Fiesta Texas! ... Or not. You should've seen the traffic! When I looked at the extremely long line of cars, I was like eek <- that. Turns out there was an accident of some sort. So we got to Fiesta Texas intact, and I'm in line when my ex - who knows I want to kill him - says, "I'm joining your group." I was like, "Go back to the dark depths from whence you came Bekah!" He refused.
From there, we checked in with our chaperones and started looking for rides. Because of that, we split into two groups: the "holy-cwap-I'm-not-riding-that-thing!" people and the "let's-go-on-the-most-violent-roller-coaster-ever!" people. I was in the latter group, with Steven and my ex. sweatdrop Not good; they're both male percussion. Anyway, we went on a log ride and Travis had to sit next to this crazy girl. How is she crazy? She took her shirt off for the ride! burning_eyes It was not pretty, I tell you! NOT PRETTY!
After that, my ex abandoned us for Bekah. Looooooser. I say that 'cause we got front-of-the-line passes without him. Me and Steven rode the four most violent and popular roller coasters in a matter of two hours (which is approximately the wait time for one of the said coasters).
We checked in, then rode our favorites: Rattler and Scream. Rattler is a wooden coaster with lots of drops (and arguably, the highest drop), a dark tunnel, and hold the title for the longest coaster at Fiesta. Scream is like Tower of Terror: you go up, you go down, etc. We were going to ride Rattler two more times, but after the third runthrough, we were like, "Ouch. Dinner. Now."
We went to Papa John's and guess who we see at the airbrush tattoo booth right outside? Our other group and my ex. The latter was thinking of getting a Playboy bunny tattoo somewhere, but decided against it. Two girls from our group decided to get some. Not good. Trumpet Buddy switched over to our group (we were done with rides for the day) and we watched Steven get a tattoo. On his forearm. It's pretty big. They last three to six days. And it's TAKS week (like, a statewide final exam). We laughed.
Check in, wait a few minutes, then we went to the stadium-stage thing. Problem is, the gates were still closed and they weren't going to be open until eight. We got there at six-thirty. I get bored easily. We did loads of crazy stuff I'm not going to bother to mention *coughTruthorDarecough*.
So we get in, and we win a couple trophies (including BEST IN CLASS! I think it went to Honors, though.) and we march back to the buses. Keep in mind that my lips got severly chapped from riding rides and my sore throat/stuffy nose worsened.
Therefore, the bus back home was twice as hellish as the bus to Fiesta. I got motion-sick from watching the movie and had to go to sleep earlier than I intended. Then some retard *coughmyexcough* started waking people up using camera flashes. I swear, I'm going to cut his throat on Monday.

So ... 06-07 Fiesta Texas trip: *** out of ***** (points off for being half-sick and my ex).

At least I'm not making the last band.

Okay, so I had high school band auditions last week, and I had the worst luck. Ever. Right, so you pick two scales out of a bag, and if you don't like one of them, you can put it back and get a new one. But you can only do this once. At first I had two Bb's, so I switched one and got a C. I put the C back and got a f-ing chromatic! I botched that up, and on the audition piece, I border-line double-tongued it. Meaning, my tempo was too fast for me to single tongue, but was still pretty slow for a double-tongued piece. The sight-reading ... yegads. I got all the notes and some dynamics right, but I think I held them out too long and botched up the rests. Who puts two eighth note rests together, anyway?!

So I'll make Concert 1. Symphonic if Mr. O took pity on me. sweatdrop