THE BIG ONE?

Nuggh.

Okay, I'm really tired.

But I just slept from roughly 4 in the afternoon to 10 at night.

So I shouldn't be.

Sick, maybe? I don't know.

But I still feel like updating this anyway.

I don't really remember anything before D.C right now due to tiredness, so that's what it's gonna be about. To attempt to describe the pure wierdness and randomness and awesomeness that the trip was.

DAY ONE
Before we even started the trip, we had to slog through an entire school day, which was potentially the most useless day of school in my entire life. Two periods of chilling watching IB World Cup games, one period of Study Skills (which is always unproductive,) and a Psych period where we "worked on a project" (A.K.A blabbed for about an hour.)
But all of that unfruitful labour led up to the orgasm of band trips. Cue sitting on a bus for, oh, 5 hours maybe, and ending up at a rediculously sweet hotel, with a pretty large indoor pool and an arcade with some kickass (albeit not working) games. It was pretty cool how our rooms were all surrounding the pool, and the overall design of the hotel was just great.
After soaking for near an hour, we went back to our rooms (I roomed with Cooper, Martin, and Andrew R. What a room.) and watched TV for like hours. There's crazy shit on HBO at 3 in the morning, as exemplified by the rediculous documentary thing on crackheads and how they break needles in their arms and kick their girlfriends in the face while crossing the street.

DAY TWO
Um, second day... what happened. We got dressed all nice and purdy and junk, and went into D.C and saw all the crazy monument stuff, and went into the Capitol building and... uh. I don't remember much about Friday morning. I do remember, however, that we went to the delicious mall (Pentagon City Mall or something?) and then got our asses blown away at the Marine Barracks show afterwards.
For one thing, Marines just have this intimidating thing about them. Maybe it's their classy uniform. Maybe it's the swords that they always wear. Maybe it's the fact that some of them look like they could rip you apart by simply staring at you. But whatever reason, whenever they say something, you listen. They say, "Get out of the street!" and everyone just helter skelters over to the sidewalk immediately. They start talking at the show, everyone shuts up. But yeah, intimidating. The show itself was amazing. We played half of their songs in band, so it wasn't uncommon to hear some people (read: EVERYONE) around you humming their parts. The real show stealer was that silent rifle squad, though. Nothing says "Don't fuck with me." like spinning a bayoneted Garand rifle in perfect unison, and tossing & catching the still spinning rifle to some unheard beat. What was really fun, though, was getting completely confused as to what we were supposed to do after the show, and driving around in a blue Marine bus for like 20 minutes.

DAY THREE
Okay, um. Oh yeah, more monuments. Went to go see the World War II Veterans Memorial and the Korean War statues, and the Lincoln Memorial (and a Lincoln action figure thing for Mr. Baron. Priceless.) and all of that other good jazz. Then we went to the White House for an "eh" tour , nothing really that I hadn't seen last time I went... fun to see the protesters pounce on us and try and talk to us after we got out though. Then back to the hotel for some downtime and discussion about sex positions in the water. Then to the mall again (World Cup t-shirt!) and finally, to go and see Shear Madness.
Wow. Wow. For starters, we were RIGHT UP IN THE FRONT ROW. Like, if I felt like it, I could reach out and touch that actor's feet if I felt like it. When they were washing people's hair, shampoo and water and junk got on us, that's how close we were. The fact that a good portion of the show was improvised was pretty killer, but the real clincher was how they incorporated Broughton gags in there (cop with Broughton tee, "I'm double parked on Peace St.!") and the whole thing was so damn funny to begin with.
Then we went back to the hotel and watched Goodfellas and incorporated the word "fuck" into everything we had to say for the rest of the night.

DAY FOUR
Fun day. Ran around the Baltimore bay area for right near 5 hours, checking out the aquarium and other junk. The dolphin show at the aquarium was kinda lame in my opinion (once you've seen one dolphin show, you've seen them all) but the aquarium was sweet. Identifying Dory fish and Nemo fish with all of the other attendees was priceless.
They we went to the Power Plant (Barnes & Nobles) and the hotel (the mall) and blew the rest of our money. Sorta wasted 5 bucks on a paddleboat ride that was as exciting as a nosebleed. Eating at Five Guys was... interesting (that hamburger definetely reduced my life span by a couple of years.) After all that crap, it was an agonizing 6 or so hour ride back to Raleigh, 30 minute ride home, sleep (not really) and then school. Blah.

AWESOME STUFF
- Learning new and exciting positions from that HBO show. The three-point star is my new favourite.
- A? Group A?
- Watching Marc flip out was strangely entertaining?
- Spinning theories on how fast Marines could kill you was fun ("They already killed us with that bitchin' show. 60 days from now, our brains will comprehend what we saw, overload, and explode like a watermelon.")
- Spinning theories on how Eric got lost was possibly even better ("Some dude came up, and was like 'I've got Halo 2 in the back of my van' and Eric was like 'Fuck yeah, let's own some noobs.' And the rest went not well.")
- Homeless people are created by the government to provide amusement to tourists (getting freestyled to by a homeless dude was absolutely amazing.)
- Azumanga Daioh is the funniest shit ever. That is the first book that has made me laugh out loud. No, not simply laugh out loud, rather it made me roar, bellow, and cackle in pure glee.
- In general, hanging out with all me mates (juniors and seniors in particular) was just the time of my life. Graduation soon = :(.

LISTENINGS
Here's the fun new junk I listened to on the trip!


At War With The Mystics by The Flaming Lips
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah.


How To Save A Life by The Fray
Generic? Yes. Predictable? Oh yeah. But still good. And I like the lyrics.


Return to Cookie Mountain by TV On The Radio
Take the Pixies. Keep like their genre of rock the same. But give them gospely voices. There you go.


Return To The Sea by Islands
The Unicorns, but more reggaeish.


Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone? by The Unicorns
Old, but CRAZY AWESOME crazy indie pop.


Wolfmother by Wolfmother
Modern stoner rock. Just look at the album art.

Um.

Yeah that's it.

Since I'm feeling like all tired and shit, I probably forgot some stuff, and will add it later. Until then, bye?

~meh!~

EDIT: I wanted to change the template of the blog, because I didn't like how the little text border thing on the other one was too small for my preferred size of pictures.
So I did.
But I forgot to save all of my links, so they're gone.
Fuck.  ¶ 10:21:00 PM