Well, I have been in marching band for three days now.  It really sucked at the beginning and still somewhat sucks now.  Practice runs from 8:30-5 with a one hour break.  The first day I didn't have any sunscreen, we were outside for 3 hours and my face, neck and arms got a bit toasted.  Still have my room to myself for a little while.  I think Aaron is planning on coming tomorrow now.  My room this year is actually relatively cold.  Last year it was at least 90 degrees in the summer and usually averaged about 80 in the winter if we didn't open the window.  It was really weird because our thermostat was set at 60 degrees, the lowest setting.  I think we were above a steam shaft which really didn't help matters.  Classes begin in two days and the first football game is September 1; that is a thursday.  Hopefully I have all the patterns and what-not down by then.  So, get this, I have to go all the way to Bozeman, Montana to play for a stupid football game.  Bozeman is about 749 miles away, which translates into at least a 12 hour drive.  At least we get to go on a charter bus!

New cell, 212-3100

blah blah blah. I am officially calling this my last post on this site. For those very few who may read this, I'm sure it is not that heartbreaking, and for those who don't, well, I'm sure you just don't care.

Sitting here all alone, again
Wondering what has happened to my friend.
This bottle of coke, just doesn't taste the same
since you left here, now only a name.

Missing you, watching the sunset.
I haven't stopped thinking about you yet.
Each day seems a little longer,
I have begun to wonder,
how long this can last

Why did you leave me, scared and alone.
Now how can I call this place home.
I wish to see you again soon.
You floated away like a child's balloon,
into the sky....

Goodbye my friend,
I hope to see you some day again.
But I will stay here, with you above,
and dream of your pretty face, My Love...