gusty the half-cat

[evilhippo]

Today's been a rather boring day. I had to get up at 7:30 to go pick up my mom and sister in Y-town at that seedy bus station. I'm going to have to get used to getting up early, since I'll be a mile away from central campus and I'll probably have some sort of evil 8 o'clock class. The bus was almost a half-hour late, so I had to sit in my car. I had orginally made the mistake of getting out of my car and hanging around outside, but eventually that got a bit uncomforatble (after about 15 minutes). I was almost ready to call home and ask my dad if I had mistaken the time, and it was actually supposed to be 8:45 at night. Luckily they showed up soon after that and I didn't leave them there or anything. That probably would've gotten me in a bit of trouble.

I guess my mom and sister had fun down there, which is good. They complained a bit about the buses, but considering all the trouble they had, I don't blame them. The Cinci Amtrak was only open from 11 to midnight. That's one freaking hour! How insane is that?? How do they sell tickets for their buses? How do people pick them up?

Yeah.. I really should send my roomie an e-mail, but I'm afraid of scaring her off. I was a bit over-enthusiastic on the phone... but I must be excused for things like that, I get hyper when I'm all excited. It's Chicago, for goodness sakes, and I'm going there and living in a triple with one other person in a remodeled luxury hotel! What more could a freshman first year ask for? (Well, it could be a little closer).

I believe I'm off to band camp tomorrow. Rumour has it my old section's getting a bit out of hand, and I need to whip them back into shape. And return my band pants.

I want to join the fencing team at Chicago, but practices are for two hours a day five days a week. With track, that would eat up every bit of time I had, ever. Maybe next year, I guess. I really need to get out and exercise. Come on, there's got to be someone out there that will run with me so I'm not all lonely.

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Semantics

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Ah, I mean "my old section" in the same way that one would use the phrase "my old house" or "my old street." Not that it belongs to me, or that it ever has, just that I used to be there... or something. Take no offence, certainly the section is still yours, I don't want it anymore, anyway! (-:

The little Landis continues to tell me about how my section is playing, and the middle one has apparently decided that I should do a sectional because they're not playing or somesuch thing. Luckily, I left early when I went, and I don't plan on going back much... I haven't played my flute in too long to be able to manage any kind of sectional, especially when I've never heard the music. Styx tribute, what the heck? Has anyone in that band now ever even heard of Styx?