At any rate, I was going play my band concert in memory of Chad and do the pre-concert devotions about him.....but then I decided it wasn't gonna be a good idea to make everyone sad before the big concert..........so I didn't, but someone else did..........you know how when you have something really meaningful to share with people you care about, but then another person does something similar and.........it's like you can't share your feelings because it seems like you are copying them?? I REALLY wanted to do this thing about chad, being his birthday and all........but I didn't...........we both would've been in college together this year......of course, he DEFINITLY would NOT have gone to a school in Iowa....no doubt about that! But still.....it would've been cool to share those college stories........damn it...........

If it sounds like I make light of Chad's death.....I'm sorry. It happened 4 years ago this memorial day weekend......I guess.....If I refrain from being somber when I discuss it, I'm able to talk about it more.....

Well ladies and gents......today is Chad's---->my best friend from Rockford------> birthday. He would've been the big 20 today and would've been celebrating it at college. If ya think about it, hug your parents......and say a little prayer for Chad's parents. They cannot spend this special day with their son ever again. Think about it............

How are these for dreams to the extreme? I dreamt last night that me and the ukranian chick started going out...........and then I dreamt that my dad died in a car bomb deal..........crazy........

another random thought: do you think I should dye my hair black? I narrowly escaped a bleaching expedition, but common sense kicked in before i did it. I think black would be less conspicous.....a little more subtle.

do you think I should take a trip to texas during early march? Or late April? Early march is waaaay cheaper, but Texas would be nicer in late April.....send me your thoughts. bbeastieboyfan88@yahoo.com

This post is for all you musicians out there. Have you ever been soo focused while singing or playing a piece that you don't blink your eyes more than twice during the whole piece? Man that was me today. We have a piece that the trombones only rest for a couple of measures and the whole thing is nearly 200 measure long. I was sooo focused and into the music, that I literally didn't blink. My eyes hurt once we were done......it's kinda weird once it happens.....your whole body is concentrating on this one concept and even your most basic functions cease to work properly. Your breathing is centered around the places that you think would work the best for that song.....wow....you all know what I mean.

I missed the deadline again

and so it goes in the life of me. I friend has been talking about asking a girl out for a while, but has been too wussy to do it. So I, being a thoughtful friend, mentioned that the $1 movie night tonight would be a good way to start things off. Well, he said he would do it only if I would ask someone and then suggested one of his friends. Now that I had opened my big mouth, there was no way I could back out. So, after work tonight, I went up to this girl's room. Just a side note for ya....I had met this girl once and barely remembered what she looked like.....so I kinda was flying blind on this one. So upholding my end of the deal, I went to her room and described the situation and asked her.......yup she couldn't go. So I humiliated myself for nothing. Plus, I later found out that my friend had already found this out, but didn't call me at work to stop me from embarressment. Welcome to my world people......welcome to my world.....

So every tuesday afternoon at 2:50 all the trombones, tubas, and baritones that are taking lessons from my teacher (who is also our band director) get together for a deal called low brass seminar. Basically we just play the stuff we've worked on for that weeks lesson. The director may ask you to play something and he might not, but it's good to be prepared. So this week I decided I was going to have something all practiced and good to go so that I wouldn't look stupid. I was confident about my playing, until the trombone who has the best tone (though not necessarily the best all around trombonist) played a couple of sonatas and sounded awesome. Then another awesome trombone player played an excersize and sounded good. AND THEN the first chair trombone for the touring band played an exercisize and sounded....uh.....below her usual standard. So now I was torn. I REALLY wanted to show my peers what I can do, but at the same time, I wouldn't measure up to the other two trombonists and I didn't want to make this other girl feel worse. At any rate, Doc. called on me to play something. I first explained how my struggles are around the "breath" issue. Mainly because I'm a skinny dude and I have troubles getting a big enough breath, plus I'm playing on a bigger trombone that what I've used my whole life and it takes soooo much more air. So I played this thing.....and I played it well.....and I got a smile and a handshake from the director. I think that makes up for the recent disappointments regarding my playing, don't you think? I was happy.....and still am.

ATTENTION ALL BANANA EATERS: I'VE JUST BEEN INFORMED BY MY PRE-MED ROOMMATE THAT IN 10 YEARS, BANANAS WILL BECOME NONEXISTANT. Because they are asexual and because pestacides no longer work on the bugs that eat the bananas, the bananas are slowly dissappearing. I, for one, am quite dissapointed.

By the way, I've noticed on other people's blogs that they are stealing my key word "wowzas" and using it for their pleasure. Now this is America, ergo the land of freedom of speech, so I can't really say anything about it. But at the same time, I'm the only one who actually uses this word in real conversations.....like talking with profs and such. If ya wanna type it thats fine, buy ya aint remembering your ROOTS..........anyway, thats my beef on that subject......

aaaaaaaah shoot. I missed it again....now it looks like I've been neglecting the blog. I aint got much to say, but I'll say it anyway. I almost ate cement today, while riding thee old scooter. The front wheel got caught in a crack and the scooter went all wacky. Then, as I was trying to regain my balance, I slipped on some ice. I guess scooters weren't made to go through snow and ice, huh? You know what that just reminded me of? 6th grade, walking to school during the winter time. I would ride my bike to my best friend's house, who was in 7th grade, thus in the Junior/Senior High school, and then walk the rest of the way to the middle school. During the winter, there would be huge snow drifts and I would wade through them as I walked down a steep hill to the school. At the bottom of the hill was the parking lot and enormous piles of snow that was pushed off of the parking lot. So one day, I decided to be cool and show off to all the kids that had to ride the bus to school. So I jumped off this high pile of snow and hit the sidewalk.....which happened to be covered with ice. AAAAAHHH! My legs slipped out from under me and I hit the sidewalk on my back and LITERALLY slid several feet on my back.......luckily no one noticed. YIKES! Only I would do that kind of stuff..............aiight my peeps, I got a 7:35 tomorrow and my night's sleep is ticking away with each tap of the keyboard. Needless to say.....I gotta go to bed! email me though G-Master, because I miss IMing with ya in the morning, aiight? bbeastieboyfan88@yahoo.com

For all of you that just sat in front of your t.v. and watched the 'bowl for 4 hours and hopelessly cheered for the Raiders like I did and pleaded oakland to get their offense in gear so that they could shut up that stupid grumbling Sapp and the stupid bucs who have terrorized the vikes for years and their QB who couldn't cut the mustard in Minnesota, but is now hailed a hero because he jumped on the band wagon.......I feel for ya. I think that the Vikes could've played better than the raiders. How many interceptions could Gannon throw??!?!? MY GOODNESS! CULPEPPER DIDN'T EVEN LOOK THAT BAD!!! ARRRRRRRRRRGH!!!! At any rate, I really wanted the raiders to win and they didn't aaaaaaaaaaand I don't care that much, really.......

I've been tempted to join the track team here just so that I could own one of their stocking caps. On the front of them, in big orange letters, it says: W.T.F.

Sound the death march......bring out the funeral flowers......wear all black, for upon this day 26 January in the year Two thousand three, my lucky boxers have finally died. They served me ever since Junior year in high school. I wore them every band and choir concert, homecoming dances, both proms, countless tests and speechs, and any other important event.....I think I even wore them when I was a groomsman for my bro's wedding.....good times....good times...