arizona clouds are beautiful and ive never been so happy with just staring at them.
the entire city of flagstaff is sick. so the cardinals [arizona football team] had to come to presscot, and use embrey riddle, the areonautical campus where we stayed. they took away our gym, so in return we might get to play at one of their games.
arizona clouds are beautiful
im profously wounded
and also dirty.
and i love arizona clouds
also
things got so confusing. being around so many people again and over hearing conversations and staying up late talking about the scary topics.
seeing men walk around the campus sidewalk at one in the morning, in shock asking your friend by the window to close the curtains.
-thuogh i think i was dillusional that night becuase we get very sleep deprived. and what i really saw was a cloud in the shape of a man runing around on the far sidewalk. then also, as we continued to talk, my leg wouldnt stop shaking. like ti was shaking the mattreess. i wasnt lying on one. we had mattresses all ove rthe floor. i was sitting between two.
we had 8 people in a room meant for 4. so we had to carry 4 matresses and move furnitiure to make room. we had 8 girls. and one shower.
arizona clouds are beautiful
i didnt like the cafeteria food. i basically ate tator tots from there. sometimes we made quesdiallas in our room, but we had to sneak butter from the cafeteria. we tried to make ramen in a frying pan. and we ate it on plastic wrappers.
basically, i could go on.
its true, for all you people who arent in band.
band camp makes unbelievable memories.
i mean seriously, our inside joke of dinosaur dancing, we got up at a show and taught the ENTIRE band [all 230 members] how to dance like a dinosaur. some people were crying from laughter.
some people charasmatic and what happens at band camp stays at band camp so silly things happen.
you know those kiddy playgrounds from like mcdonalds? this one place had a really big one. damn straight i went through there. it was INTENSE.
i also climbed a rock wall all the way to the top. that was a first.
and every night we stayed up talking till 1 [and we had to wake up before 6 each day for marching], well i got something from all of them.
even when i wasnt there and just overheard from the other room. [we had theparty room in our dorm, so other than us 8, other people would ocme and like live in our room. we collected more food from them, adn sometimes we found their boxers on our bathroom counter] so our room was always full.
aka
i hated it. i died. i couldnt wait to get home and sleep in.
yet i loved that i went.
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.. L'enfer c'est les autres ..
Jean-Paul Sartre
and i couldnt take a picture becuase i didnt have my camera while marching. i was standing at attention on the football feild, just staring up. but my friend bryce saw me staring and looked too and he got the whole trumpet section staring at it. and kevin saw it and told melissa he was talking to god
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.. L'enfer c'est les autres ..
Jean-Paul Sartre
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