k so playing my saxophone for three (sometimes five) hours every day the past two weeks was superly fun, but my mouth hurts like a bitch at times, and then when it doesn't hurt, it feels really weird. xD And in other musical news, the jazz concert last night was pretty bitchin'. And I'm so proud of my extremenessocity. xD k so. I was playing the flute for one of the bands, and then immediately had to switch back to saxophone. I kept my instruments backstage when I didn't use them, so when I needed to switch, I could just run back there and swap them. I knew that was just begging for a disaster - like somebody stepping on my flute or something - but what happened was much more extreme. :O So I went to grab my saxophone, and as I picked it up, scraped the mouthpiece on something. Chipping the reed in about eight spots. Well that's not usable. And I needed to play sometime within the next minute. So I DAAASHED to the band room (and yelled something like "OH MY GODDDDDDDD" really loudly xD I hope audience children heard me.), DAAASHED to the corner where I had my case, quickly dug through my stuff, found a good reed, ripped it out of the case, put it my mouth, and DAAASHED back to the stage. And this all happened within like ten seconds. I got back to the stage, and had to practically jump over Max to get to my seat, and made it just in time to play. Except I missed like half a measure because I was changing my reed. That's right, I changed my reed right there on the stage. xD I think I should get one of those nifty little awards at the end of the year for that extremeness. And I'm framing that reed. Putting it up on the wall. I already have a spot in mind for when I move into Dan's room. What else? Oh yes. I got bored and wrote a parody of "The Night Before Christmas" so we can make a Christmas movie. The whole thing is told from Austin's perspective, and it's about him eating. xD Here's a lovely excerpt for you to enjoy:
Away to the kitchen I flew like a flash, Tore open the fridge, toward which I always dash The cheesecake lumpy, as if being boiled I toss it away, for it must have spoiled When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a tin full of pie, and bottle of root beer With cherry filling, and some whipped cream It has finally come true, my biggest dream
Lastly... I feel so bad for Courtney. D: Her dog was put to sleep a few days ago. D: D: D: I hate when pets die. I'm gonna stop writing now because LJ is being one fat glitch and is moving paragraphs to wherever it wants and deleting things and blahblahblah. Sorry if there's like, a sentence in the middle of a totally unrelated paragraph. Well actually, if so... Get over ittt.
EDIT: I hate you LJ. I wrote this in seperate paragraphs, k? And then I edited it to fix that, and it won't change. fagfagfaggg