Before I start I just wanna say Woohoo!! Fuckin' Gawain took time out of his busy schedule (hey, models of genitalia aren't easy) and signed my fuckin' guestbook. If you haven't then now you know what kind of loser you are. It's ok. Don't cry. Just go sign it and join the rest of the cool people on diaryland who FUCKING RULE! Anyway. Soon as I get some money, Gawain, I'll look into that scrotum piercing thing. Of course, I'm not putting any pics up. Shit, what kind of wierdo do you think I am?

I have a gripe. I saw one of those fuckin' 3-D magic pictures the other day and I wanted to fuckin' strangle someone. I feel like Willam from "Mallrats". I couldn't fuckin' see the damn picture if my life depended on it. We had one behind the front desk at the hotel I used to work at back in Misery and I never could see the damn thing. People would be standing there as I'm checking them in and would go, "Oh, dinosaurs. Cool." Every person that did that got one of the shitty rooms. Of course, at that time, they were all shitty. That was before it got remodeled. So, if you can see the images in those goddamned, fuckin', worthless piece of shit things then you suck. I even hated it when people gave me "directions" on how to do it. "You have to let your eyes unfocus." Well, shit, why don't I just pull the fuckers out of my head and try it that way. Jeezus. "Kind of let your eyes unfocus and cross." Ok, now I see two big fuckin' colorful blurs. That really helped. I gave up. Now I just stroll by them. Let other people get the migraine.

I was reading through The Fool's diary and he mentioned something that brought back some good time memories for me. Can you guess what it is? Of course not. Band. When I was in college my first year at the University of Misery, I played in the band. Yep, I marched my fat ass across the football field every Saturday for thousands to see. And I had the most fuckin' fun I ever had at any college I ever went to. Every Thursday (or was it Friday) we'd have a pep thing which I can't recall the name of right now. Anyway, we'd all start at one bar, play some fight songs, do some chants and then go to the next bar. By the time we were done, we'd hit like 5 bars and we'd stay at the last one and drink. Now, of course, I was under age and they marked your hand, but that's what the older band members are for. You hang out at a booth with them and there'd be beer glasses and drinks all over. One or two of which was yours (along with a regular soda). Then, anytime anyone suspiscious came walking by, the "legal" ones would drink out of your drinks and you'd sip the soda. It was great fun.

We also used to have "Ice-cream socials". The band practiced Monday through Friday for about 3 hours a day, except on Tuesday, when we'd cut out early, but meet again in the auditorium to go over all the songs. The rest of the practices were marching practice. Tuesday's was when we'd learn the songs. And the director had a rule. "All songs were to be memorized." We didn't get any music when we marched, we memorized all the songs. It was cool. Well, every Tuesday, after practice, we'd have a band meeting. Now, most of the band members were either members of Kappa Kappa Psi, or the sister sorority (which I can't recall right now). Anyway, the Kappa guys were always having parties, but of course, they can't stand right up on school property and say "We're having a kegger." So, they'd say, "Saturday, we're going to have an ice cream social." Then you show up to the "house" and there'd be 4 kegs in the back. All the legal drinkers stood around the house, front and back, and drank and all of us underagers stayed in the house. It was fun. I ended up becoming a member of Kappa Kappa Psi. We weren't a real "Greek" fraternity though. We were what was called a service faternity.

A little explanation for the non-collegiate. Almost all fraternies at university are "social". It's a prestige thing. It doesn't really serve a purpose other than to be a shining beacon on your resume. Well, KKPsi was different. We (along with our sister sorority) actually did shit. Every year there was a high school band competition at our University and we all volunteered to work any number of various jobs. Some people were given the task of being "hosts" to the visiting bands and showing them around and making sure they were where they needed to be at the right time. Others, like me, were runners between judges and shit like that. All kinds of stuff. Major volunteer stuff. I actually got more out of my piddly little service frat than most of my friends in "real" frats got out of theirs. We didn't have a house in "Greektown", we had just a regular house. It was the best of times. Really.

That's the one thing I miss about college the most is the band. I like the way The Fool put it..."family". That's what it felt like. Sure, the older guys would pick on the freshmen, but they were the only ones. Anyone else picked on us and they stood up for us. Plus, they looked out for us at parties and at practice and shit. It was just really fuckin' fun. I was also in the "pep" band. Where the marching band was over 200 people, the pep band was only about 30. We actually had to audition to get a chair so I was pretty proud of myself. You had to be a member of the marching band first, and second, you had to play one of the hardest pieces (for your section) for the audition. For us saxophones, it was the opening of a song that was like 4 bars of 16th notes just running up and down. I think that was the best I'd ever played it. Band was fun. It was also a bit of a shock. I started playing sax in the 5th grade. By the time I graduated high school, I had been 1st chair all-district band 2 years in a row and had received I's at district and state level contests. Of course, that doesn't mean shit in college. Everyone in the band, almost, in college was 1st chair something, or got all I's. But we were a family, and that's what counted.

I could go on for pages and pages telling about my band experiences. In fact, I think I've finally found some stuff to talk about in this thing other than my shitty days and body modifications. But, for now, I'm going to end here. Works over and I'm ready to get home. See you all next entry. It's #100! I'll have to come up with something good for that entry. At least I hope it's good. Till then.

"Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"

Icebear

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