I got a blog!

Haha. So I finally decided to actually go and get myself a blog. I'm happy.
Or sorta happy. Idk.
I'm happy that I got a blog, but elsewhere's a bit of a fetch.
I'm pretty pissed off at Kyle. I firmly believe he's using Melody just so he has someone new to f**k, if you'll pardon my French. He's a good guy, but he's a total douche when it comes to dating.

But otherwise, MLIA. It's been pretty ho-hum around here, minus the torrential downpour.

Mother Nature has proven yet again that she truly is a Rebel.
So yesterday (and those of you in the RHS band, pardon my redundancy) we practiced a good forty-five minutes to an hour outside. It started clouding up in the east, but we figured it was no big deal, since weather patterns typically come in from the north-west.

Pahaha. Damn. Were we wrong.

So about 5:15 it starts lightning-ing (yes I did just make that up). So, following standard BISD procedure, Watson escorts us in. Five minutes later, here comes Watson stumbling into the band hall. Apparently it started pouring just after we got all of the band inside. Fortunately, it cleared up enough for us to leave.

And of course, the mishap before the RHS-BHS game just this last evening.

So it's a good hour before the game starts, so for the sake of ease we'll say it's 5:30. We have just finished a warmup run-through of our show this year for halftime, and we're going in to eat before coming out, suiting up and playing for the football team.

We eat and return to the main area under the bleachers at the stadium. While it's started pouring down rain.

And, of course, when it rains in Texas, it pours. At least in this area anyway.

We sit under the bleachers for an hour, conversing and playing various games. You know, typical high-school stuff. All while Watson, the other directors, the BISD athletics department, and the refs sort out exactly how the hell we're supposed to play in weather like this.

Watson tells us to pack up and head out, we do just that. We're out of that stadium and homebound in 20 minutes. Or so we think.

We get back to the school, get downdressed, get ready to leave, and most of us do leave.

The rest of us, however, do not.

Those of us band members who have Twitters got a tweet. Kickoff in 30 minutes.
Ohhh, crap.

So those of us at IHOP, Panda Express, Taco Bueno, and surrounding areas of the stadium head on over. Or most of us at least. For some godforsaken reason, the refs and BISD decided to have the game anyway instead of just delaying it.

And we've all got our Twitters, and our Facebooks and MySpaces, all updating each other on the status of the game, commenting on it, and posting the occasional "go Hawks!" or "go Rebs!" status. But for those of us, including myself, that had already headed home, we don't know what the hell's going on.

And to think, if we'd stayed for maybe another 15 minutes, I wouldn't be posting this. Or even have a blog for that matter.

Haha, you'd still have to be following me on Twitter.