End O' Da' Year

Well, school is officially over for the year. I was quite impressed with my ridiculously awesome grade on my final math test. I'm eternally grateful to be done with the Graeve. Our board game rocked everyone else's in Econ. I also got to play a song, for my band final, that could be as demoralizing to Native Americans as the "Tomahawk Chop."

After my last final Krysta, Burton and I went on a Subway date. It was good for everyone.

I'm kind of excited for the music for this year's show. We're playing West Side Story. Some nervousness ensues as it is SO much different from anything else we've played. Justin cannot swing his eighth notes. Do you know how ridiculous it sounds when four basses swing their eights and one refuses? Oh well, just another f-ing thing to work on this year. There's also rumor of another solo bass feature with 32nd runs. You know, similar to the feature that we played correctly ONCE yesteryear. This should be an interesting year. Five basses. Me, the singular girl. And the boy who will not swing eights while playing West Side Story. What a ridiculous situation.

The other night I went to visit Joe Ross and met his new friend Tyler. I watched them write a song about being a stalker, and heard the ever popular and secretive song. "In the Mood." It was so good for me!

Tonight was good. Duck and I accompanied Cindy on her quest for job applications. She applied at no less than five thousand Starbucks locations. We then went to T'ccino. There we met Ryan, Nate, and Allison. We proceeded back to my house to watch Mean Girls and talk about nothing worth shouting home about.

I also got all of my music loaded onto my new notebook. I am looking forward to summer. I am excited to finish reading A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius.

-Ashley

Sara spelled without an 'h' was getting bored
On a Peavey amp in 1984
While Zak without a 'c' tried out some new guitars
Playing Sara-with-no-h's favorite song