knoxville?... more like... oh wait... already used that one...

Scott here… feeling good… Samantha and I just saw “school of rock”.. I liked it. Gotta love jack black… heck… I had him for a seat partner with the bluecoats this past summer… he’s just as hairy as he looks if not more so. Stuff is good… Jesse stole my jr high-12th grade journal… that's heavy man… not too happy about that… but it does give me a reason to start stealing things from Jesse… mooohoooaahhhaahaaaa… she’ll never see it coming… and of course I'll just stop when I’ve taken items that equal my journal in sentimental value… because I don't want to be unfair about it… I am all about fair. Ok I won't take anything… but you think I should? I mean… fair is fair… is fair… right? I'll just do some smoochin with her sister… that's about fair. Ha… fooled you. Ok I won't take anything… yet.
I am going out to eat with Katie tomorrow night… I’m thinking Mexican… should I pay? I am really leaning towards not because she does have the Europe boyfriend guy that she used as her reason for not wanting to date… but we are going out to eat tomorrow night… by ourselves… what's that called again? There is some word that society uses to define that sort of social behavior… starts with a D… maybe not. Oh well… it’ll be fun. I’ve actually been able to be myself around her since she gave dating the thumbs down… its like it doesn't really matter how I act around her because its already over.. so I can be myself… yeah I know that's messed up. “ALWAYS be yourself, Scott!”
“hey its not that easy… myself only makes appearances for special circumstances… and people that I have confirmed enjoy myself showing up… “

glad we got that worked out, and I know I need to work on that. I am generally NOT myself when I am getting to know people (girls)… the first step is admitting there is a problem… well maybe that's just for alcoholism…

I had a really crappy night last night… lots of ice… lots of almost wrecks… lots of ICE! This morning was bad too… I woke up feeling really bad. I also started to feel like I was going to throw up… and that doesn't happen very often for me. I also hate that feeling… but I got back in my bed for about 2 minutes and just tried to relax and feel better… and I did feel better so it was ok. I’ve really enjoyed listening to my CD of the 2003 DCI season. Its great to just drive around in my car and turn it up and listen to the Bluecoats’ performance and not have to turn on my brain… I know when I would always hear recordings of us during the season, I still had to think about what it was like and analyze and see if it sounded OK… and I would be forced to think about my many many drill spots… and how many quarters of a step I needed to be off the 45 yard line… and it wasn’t really easy listening… but I can just sit back and listen now. Its great. I love the loud parts… its really great to know that if I hadn't been there… it wouldn't have been as loud or the balance would have been thrown off… I also like to listen to how crappy Boston’s horn line sounds… can you say out of tune, pitch, and control? Its pretty clear why the judges put us in front of them on the score sheet… lets see…. What else…. Work was good today… I started to feel a lot better once I got to work and just kind of relaxed… Tom is fun to work with. I think he treats me differently now that he knows my PCAT score… several of the pharmacists treat me differently now… i wouldn't say they treat me better… they always treated me just fine… its just that now they treat me more like someone who knows what they are talking about… and I really don't… but its nice for them to think that. Whaaaat else… hmm… oh yeah- my dad has turned into the biggest convert I have made so far with drum corps… I mean really… he didn't want me to do it at first. “how much does it pay?- YOU pay THEM?...” you can imagine… but he is a CPA so I cut him some slack. Now I’d like to say that I have introduced DCI to several people, most with only modest to moderate increases in interest. With my dad its different, and its totally not him being interested in what I am interested in just for the sake of us having something to talk about. He gets excited about it. He can listen to Phantom regiments big Cannon in D reprise at the end of their show and get that big tear in his eye just like I did the first 20 times I heard it. He told me about that very thing happening to him. He listens to the CD at work. He calls me and I hear it playing loudly in the background. He explains to ME how cool some of the brass effects are. We have watched several of the DVD performances 5 times, because when he came in from work he would ask me to show it to him because it had been in his head all day. It is so awesome to me to see someone get as excited about something as I am... it really made me happy to see that he was getting so much out of it. He was really appreciating all the many little things that there are to appreciate if you look close enough. I guess I am the result of half of his chromosomes so it makes sense that we might get a similar kind of thrill from it. Mandy (red headed trumpet player from MJ… she is a senior now) also has that same kind of enjoyment. She came over the other night with laura and watched the DVDs with me. She got so excited at some parts that I also get really excited about… we found ourselves both saying “I love this part” or “that was so awesome!” at the same time… I don't know why but that really makes me happy to be able to share me feelings about something I am passionate about. So when my dad, mandy, todd… let me know I’m not alone in my passions (like I feel sometimes living with the musically impaired community… no offense guys… if it makes you feel better I’m baseball, football, and basketball impaired… ) its great.
What else… hmmm… I’m really tired… I need to go to sleep… or I could do a few hundred sit-ups… that might be just as good as sleep… in some weird way… actually… better make that a few hundred sit-ups… and some pushups… and some curls with the 30… I’ve got a cruise to go on here in less than a week! I’ve gotta get buff for my cruise girlfriend… who I haven't met yet… but that doesn't mean she doesn't deserve a buff boyfriend… I mean… its only 4 days… might as well make it a buff 4 days… that's what I say… or type… does anyone have a problem with how I type? I know I use abunch of (…)’s… see I just did it there… whoa… that was two more times… ok its bed time.

You gotta do the best you can and work out twice a day. Don't ask me why I said it, because I already forgot.


i call this... "i knew you'd come, Jeff!... and do i have a hotdog on my back or something (see the expression of the girl behind me)?"