If you want to destroy my sweater

This was homecoming week, and I was more excited than a pro basketball team whose bus broke down at a KKK convention. The junior class continued to grossly underachieve by coming up with a float the day of the parade.

Yesterday the Celina band made their effort to impress @ the Frisco March of Champions. Let's just say that our performance didn't go well. We made it into the top ten, but we were ranked 6th both times, very disappointing considering that Pilot Point beat us. Nobody gets it, and now I am very tempted to publish my list of the 10 band members that need to get their act together or quit. We might be able to afford the loss of 3 woodwinds and 7 brass, lord knows their not assets at the moment. I am tapped out of funny things to say, and can safely say that I am sick of band. For a more in depth or witty version of the preceedings, visit someone else.

Today is wicked