Football game on Friday was fun... as per usual. Mojos to eat delicious burgers, spill Sprite over all my clothing, learn what The Awkward Turtle was. Run back, chill with band people, help pit to get in for free. Run to field, look in shock and awe at the Enloe bastards and what they wrote on the field, realize it's bloody cold. Meet up with Thomas and Lauren (?!), more chill with band people, watch halftime show. MORE chill with band people, say bye, go home.
Wake up, drive with Dom, Sean, Jordan, and Marc to competition, get horribly lost and confused before getting there. Chill, watch shows, drink cocoa. Cheer when Broughton performs (helluva) better than last competition, more chill with cold band people, curse and whine when Broughton no win. Bust out, run to Marc's dorm, meet dorm people. Go run to get tacos, run back home, sleep.
Wake up, study, write blog post.
Yep.
Life is packed.
Next update in time for State Fair (yay!) and Mute Math (more yay!)
VIDEO!
We're From Barcelona by I'm From Barcelona
Uh. My only way to describe this band would be to possibly take The Decemberists, only make them Swiss and add about 24 more members.
I'm that nice black dude who is friends with everyone, who dresses in Roca Wear and Nike, yet lives in the richest-assed neighborhood ever, that listens to things varying from Coltrane to Modest Mouse to DJ Taka, and who is both emo and cheerful at the same time.
In short, I'm just plain crazy.