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October 20, 2003 - 1:51 pm Things are getting pretty desperate Oklahomo called me the other night. On my cell phone. And I never gave him my cell phone number. Which means he had to go out and be all investigator-y and find it. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it. Just so you know, I kind of just typed "Stick that in your pope and smoke it." Yesterday was my first St. John's rehearsal. (side note that promises to be longer than the actual paragraph: Most people don't know what winter colorguard is and most that do know have a twisted notion that it's people marching around in spandex twirling a baton. If you don't know and want to do some research go to WGI.org, the hub of Winterguard International, the most competitive winterguard circuit in the world. Also, get used to hearing about this because I'm probably going to be talking (read: bitching) about it all the way through to April.) Let me just say OUCH FUCKING OUCH. We danced for almost the entire four hour rehearsal and I haven't danced in a year. All things considered, I'm not as bad off as I thought I'd be (and I did quite well yesterday), but still OUCH FUCKING OUCH. And my instructor wants me to be able to do a switch leap and land in a split by the first weekend in November. Dear Instructor, No. Love, But I got to see some of my St. John's girls again and I got to meet the 16 new people that made the cut, so it was a good time had by all. This promises to be another successful season, I'm sure. Lastly (because if I don't eat now I'm going to eat this here mouse pad), I urge everyone to go out and buy two new CDs. One would be Jonny Lang's Long Time Coming and the other would be Howie Day's Stop All the World Now. These two boys are cream-in-your-pants good. Ta da
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