2004-05-07 - 11:03 p.m.
HOLY SHIT.
Yours truly is going to be the '04-'05 R-S Central Pride of the Palace marching band drum major.
HOLY SHIT.
I'm excited, but now I feel like shit because I didn't really take into consideration how Drum Major would feel about it. Here I am, taking away the one thing that made her get up in the morning. And I'm sorry Louis, but telling her was a stupid move. I know that you didn't know that she didn't know (that's a weird sentence). In fact, when I called you I almost told you not to say anything to her.
God, this means everything to me, but I'm really worried. There is no way I could possibly fill Siobhan's shoes. I can't help but think how she would have done everything better. Damn, I feel like she and I need to sit down and have a good cry. I can't believe she's leaving me. I makes me sick to think that we didn't really even know each other for two years in high school. I've wasted my time...
I feel the need to come clean about some stuff... but I just can't right now.
P.S.- I really think I am going to die this time. I nearly passed out for the third time this week. You know, I could say something really blasphemous right here, but I won't... I'll just think it...
P.P.S.- Oh my God I'm drum major. I'm drum major for a Queen show. I'm going to conduct at the Gator Bowl. I'm going to conduct and the Saint Patty's Day Parade in NYC. Oh these poor kids... I've got a lot of work to do... and it starts now...
P.P.P.S.- To those of you that know me... I love you all, but this the most important thing that will be going on in my life next semester. And this summer for that matter. Really. Band comes first, ALWAYS. Particularly when everyone is depending on me. Therefore, Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays are already taken, of course.
There's about three people that I would really like to be talking to at the moment...
