No Dying Ever Actually. Become Immortal.

Correction: duo dies

Two days.

AAAAAAAAAAAA CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!

we made finals at state championships

WE MADE FINALS AT STATE CHAMPIONSHIPS 😭😭😭

I’m not sure my band director sleeps he has a cat and a kitten he got this winter break

Apparently his cat can play every instrument known to man better than we can play them especially the brass maybe because our director plays trombone or just because Trumpets. No explanation needed

One Time I Dreamt: Band Director Edition

Boy do I have a story to tell. One day, my band director (we'll call him Mr. Finger (an inside joke)), was teaching the fall semester concert band class and he got a little sidetracked.

Mr Finger: Connor, I had a really weird dream about you last night.

Connor, the lead alto saxophone and drum major: What

Mr Finger: So we were at band rehearsal and for some reason, it was at my mom's house. Her backyard was really huge, like football field huge, and I asked the drum majors to draw yard lines. But they were really bad yard lines. So I called Connor and Ashley over and was like, yo, redo this yard lines. Connor, get the tape measurer. But Connor flipped OUT on me and said, "I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE TAPE MEASURER IS!! THIS ISN'T MY HOUSE!! WHY WOULD I KNOW WHERE IT IS??" (Note: Connor is a very nice person to adults so this is strangely out of character). So, I told Connor to come into my office, which was actually my mom's kitchen. I told him to sit on the ground but it was cold, so I gave him a pink fuzzy comforter. Here's where it gets blurry, because I also remember Connor's parents showing up in an Oscar Meyer Weenie Van and having hotdog kids. Weird dream. Anyway-

The Class: stunned because wtf was that

I was told this story at rehearsal that day. Fast forward a little bit into clarinet sectionals. Connor is looking at the award cases and my friend asks,

"hey, are you looking for the measuring tape??"

Connor: *most terrifying death glare ever (he is a skinny white boy)*

My friend: *actually starts crying*

Anyway

As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'

I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'

Yipeeee!!!!!!!!!! It looks great

Sweater is done!! It fits very well I am very proud lol. It's probably my most store-bought looking sweater.

Time to get started on my next project.... I think it's an addiction.

The first thing I thought of while reading these is our drum major whom we constantly make fun of for her country accent

One of her country-isms is “god willing and the creek don’t rise” and then for one of our comps it rained so much that the school county canceled all events so we couldn’t go AND THE CREEK ROSE

im reading about cowboy phrases and sayings and like 95% of them are just solid life advice

No harm in seeing if I can get a doot doot

ha?

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot” in their ask box

I guess when you’ve been learning not to feel as anxious when talking to people and then get the anxiety “fixed” you become more outgoing than the average person since you’ve already been pushing through anxiety so the lower level is a piece of cake

So I started anxiety medicine like 3 months ago

The things I've learned are:

- I am a YAPPER. I love talking.

- I love making friends. I have gone from being afraid to open my mouth to literally walking up to people and complimenting them

- Social anxiety fucking sucks dude

- Feeling like your heart is dropping constantly ISN'T normal

Is it Waze?

We're on a road trip rn and the GPS dude is some weird AI thing? He tells jokes? I'm terrified and my dad WON'T explain