I don’t know what I’m writing, but I feel obligated to occasionally write something, so... that’s what I’m doing. I’m writing “something.”

It doesn’t really feel like there is a whole lot to say, even though a lot has been going on lately. Vacation was fun (for a vacation with the family, heh), but I don’t really feel like going into that in great detail because... there’s too much to say, really, and I wouldn’t know where to start, and it wouldn’t really be all that interesting to most of you anyway.

This weekend was even more interesting than vacation, but... while that would probably be of interest to most of you, it is unfortunately none of your business. Let it suffice for me to say that I’m glad the people on the French trip are back.

Hmm... what is there to say?

The Solo and Ensemble festival is in about 19 days, and I’m going to be royally screwed if I don’t get my butt in gear soon. We got a new song for our quartet (because Kristian sucks, but that’s okay) that’s a LOT easier... I don’t know how well we will score with a piece that has nothing harder than straight 8th notes, but that’s okay because I really don’t want to have to put in a lot of time with that loser anyway. *rolls eyes* Why do I always get stuck playing with the people who CAN’T?

My solo will be decent, hopefully, though it still needs some work and I should probably be a lot better than I am at this point. Hey, I’ve still got 3 weeks to go before I’m going to have to kill myself...

Jazz Ensemble is playing at the junior high tomorrow (which will be fun, because we play fun songs to amuse the kids, which are also mucho amusing to play), so I’ll be missing a bit of school... ah, well... it happens. *tear*

And a week from tomorrow is Iowa Jazz Championships, which will not be nearly as fun, because we play “challenging” music that all features Drew instead of fun music that doesn’t really feature any sort of talent in particular. And I will be missing almost the whole day of school for that, which is rather unfortunate, because there’s no way in heck that we’re going to win. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nada. None.

Are there any words for “nothing” that don’t start with a Z or an N?

The Swing Show was yesterday, and that was fun, even though it took up about 6 hours of my day... most of the special acts were quasi-decent, and I think that the overall quality was acceptable, considering the amount of time that we’ve spent practicing, anyway. For the band, at least. I have no idea how things are from the singers’ perspectives.

So, this Saturday I get to get up hellishly early, be at school by 6:30, ride a bus to Wisconsin, perform at the last show choir competition of the year, not make finals, waste time, ride a bus home, and get home at 11:30 pm, earliest.

Ever get the feeling that your life is being taken over by something else?

Yeah. That’s me and band. “My life” is synonymous with “my trumpet.” That’s not necessarily a bad thing (I mean, come on, I’m the Jazzmonkey!) but sometimes it gets a little tiresome. I guess it’s good, though, because I can’t really dedicate myself to anything else. So at least I can waste time doing something that I’m reasonably skilled at.

My mom keeps bothering me to grow my hair out, and saying that a bunch of strangers at work have told her that it needs to be longer.

That somehow seems kind of insulting to me.

And I don’t care what strangers think, anyway.

I haven’t responded to any emails in forever... not that I’ve gotten a lot... but still... maybe I should do that sometime.

And for all of you that were wondering, I don’t just write here. www.livejournal.com/users/m_a_r_y/ is also under my rule, and it actually gets written in a lot more than this does. The entries are considerably shorter and more thoughtless, though, but *shrugs* that’s okay.

it also has a nice vandalized black and white photo of me, for all of you out there who read this and are wondering what in the heck I look like...

grr... I won’t be able to be on the computer much today, because Dad has to finish typing up the Iowa City Bird Club newsletter... hmm...

And I have jazz band rehearsal tonight, too.

Dietz, where were you today? Your brother said you were sick, but you claim that you’re never sick, and you were fine yesterday...

hmm.

I feel bad, because I feel like I’ve drifted from Daniel. It’s an odd feeling.

Rar.

I tend to do that, though. Drift from things. Like... a lot.

Guess that explains the words at the top of this page... “confessions of a wandering mind”... or was that “insanity in D minor?” both. I am insane and wandering and apparently being thoughtful and confession-like.

I really don’t have anything interesting to say, other than the fact that I need to update my buddy list, because there are a lot of old diaries that I don’t read anymore. They’re not really that interesting, and they get in the way from me and the diaries that actually are interesting. Hmm...

18 days? It’s been 18 days since I’ve written. Did you know that?

Another 18 and I will be playing at a recital held by my trumpet teacher.

Crap. I’m screwed.

Anybody got a gun they’re willing to lend me?

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