high school band

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I am a little dumbfounded, looking at footage of my high school band that our drum major just posted to youtube. I knew we were in a national competition and did well, but I'm surprised at how good we seem.

I remember much of the music, and the uniforms, but I'm very fuzzy on a lot of the rest of it. Couldn't have told you I played the chimes as well as the xylophone, yet there I am. That's me in the still for part 2. And did I run over to the tympani for a spell? Looks like it.

This is a very strange experience, watching these.

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late night goin'-on comment, Part II

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i took today off work to have a lazy day. it was rainy. not too hot. i dealt with some money things and some laundry and a little of the kitchen, but didn't really finish anything. i'm gonna put on clean sheets as soon as the mattress pad comes out of the dryer. i want this to be the year i finally get a new mattress. my debt's gone up in '09, though, a good bit, and i'm also aiming to take a couple of road trips. and maybe buy new glasses. why i started acting like i'm not in such financially unfortunate circumstances, i dunno. probably got carried away after having knocked the debt down un poquito last year.

a nighttime shower before hitting my clean sheets seems like a good idea.

tomorrow i'll be playing some bones, talking over what the deal is with my date. this is the week there was some glitchy action there. i narrowly avoided a possibly hasty response in the middle of it, too. radical acceptance: i nod to that. that day, yesterday, after i had my little grown-up "in the moment" morning moment, went really well. in the evening i had a surprise sign of possible healing, in the form of word of the desire for it, from an unexpected contact, and that felt good. and that was after recently having seemed to get past a bump, or a ditch/trough/rut, with my buddy who withdraws, in cycles, for stretches. my getting past it always gets a late start on hers, but that's not from my procrastination; it's from my not getting the scoop on the problem 'til she's a good bit down the road.

today, however, i've talked to no one, unless you count a little gchat w/bertoni, and am starting to feel the dreamy aloneness of these many hours in the house, in pj pants, and mostly quiet. ate too much of the mac & cheese i made from scratch on a whim and cooked a little too long. am seriously considering seeing if there's an alka seltzer in the house.

there used to be alka seltzer in the house. but tums was the thing holly ate so much of. she ate that stuff more often than at the drop of a hat. (hats don't drop as often as she ate it.) acid indigestion, they used to call it on the TV. speaking of the TV.

speaking of speaking of the TV, i cleared the DVR down to just over 70%.

tomorrow's tracy's birthday. i'm taking lattes in in the morning. which will be here pretty soon.

good night, my little lisa-ann-adanna.