Well, honored friends, I finally have seen the light at the end of the hellish tunnel that Stadium's choir director, Mr. Trembanis has led the Stadium Jazz Band down. Next semester, we will have my private instructor, Eric Stevens, as our boss man. Not only does he know shit about jazz, he knows shit about jazz drumming, perhaps he'll beat some ( Read more... )

Damn... sitting alone at home blows, loitering is better than this crap. Then again, I tend to despise Coffee house scenesters, so there ain't much left to do in T-town. Added another movie to the B-day marathon, Cradle Will Rock. I'm gonna freeze my nuts off tommorow, as its the band's day to play christmas carols before school. Standing outside ( Read more... )

So, I worked today.. change up from the normal no Saturday routine. The dropout, ex-pin jockey, slighty annoying, smoker Steve, whom I've known since the 5th grade, worked with me. Well, Steve is alright, but only in small doses. One of his problems is that he is more pompous than I am, which is quite a feat to accomplish, so we had battles over ( Read more... )

So, to recap the events of the last two days: I fell asleep and missed the basketball game I was required to play at, and forgot to return the cd's to the library. Mr. P. forgot to fill out the teacher-evaluation part of my Japanese language camp application, so I might not get to go this year, even though I'm Stadium's only 4th year Japanese ( Read more... )