just do your thang... if it makes you feel better.

so i moved.

spent my first night in the new house last night after an evening of unpacking, pay per view and chili (without beans!!!).

love the house. love my room. love my roommates.

i'm just a little tired, though. i've been burning at both ends of my candle, as my daddi would say. tonight i plan on settling in a bit, buying some damn food and trying to relax.

i need to do some research on getting DSL installed.

until that happens, i will not have home internet access... so don't expect any layout changes for a bit. i'll only be able to post (as well as IM and email) while i'm at work... so that's a fair warning for anyone trying to get my attention.

and now i'd like to talk about colorguard. those of you who hate on this aspect of my life can stop reading.

so we drove on up to allentown, pennsylvania on saturday evening for USSBA championships. the band is in group 4A, which basically means the big dogs. we have around 100 kids in the band total... and i love every single smelly one of them. my squad has shrunk over the season from 12 to 7 (really, don't ask... if i was in charge... things would be way different)... so when you do the numbers... there just aren't enough flags on the field to get the visual impact a band this size needs.

DESPITE this fact... we came in second place... by ONE MOTHER POOPING TENTH OF A POINT. and do you know who we lost to?

a circus.

yes. you read correctly. a circus. the band had a big top tent on the field. and three huge circus rings. and those huge bouncy balls. and back drops. and stuffed animals. NOT TO MENTION 20 GUARD MEMBERS DRESSED IN CLOWN OUTFITS.

they bled money. custom custumes. custom flags. a set of 10ft flags. parasols. you name it... they paid for it.

on the one hand... i am very depressed that we lost... especially by the lowest possible amount EVER. but on the other... i am extremely proud that we held our own against a band the basically buys their trophies. we beat them out for best music and best marching... pretty much proving that we were the better band.

i just know if the guard program had been better funded... we would have floored them. spanked them. eaten them alive.

...

the trip was full of the usual band drama... complete with obscenities from the drumline, little adolescent male groupies following me around, and staff fraternization (well... almost). this whole group is just so positively charged and FUN to be around.

well... except for one of them. figures that that downer is my "boss."

she said something to me while we were waiting in the office for the equipment truck to be unloaded that really rubbed me the wrong way. it shouldn't be a big deal... but her expression and her tone and her whole being...

i just wanted to scream at her.

i fell asleep on the 4 hour busride home. duh. and i dreamed. i dreamed about winterguard. it was a great fucking dream. literally. like. probably the closest thing to a wet dream i've had since gradeschool. and i was giddy about it.

so i told her that i had dreamed about guard... and she just looked at me and said "you need to get a life."

........

I need to get a life? ME? this coming from the german spinster of the year?? i mean, heaven forbid i have an interest in something. heaven forbid i get off on being involved with guard. heh.

fuck you, you are the sponsor for god's sake... and if you can't appreciate that i breathe this activity then you need to get the hell out and let someone who would do the job correctly get in there.

she lost my respect on that one. totally. and i hope that in turn she is prepared to completely lose her authority over this program.