In which I realize that Band is completely destroying any semblance of a social life I had outside of the friends that are ALSO in Band.
Excuse me while I go bash my head into a wall until I die.
I’m in my kitchen, goofing off and listening to Paramore while I make oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, and suddenly, the thought pops into my head: WHY WON’T THESE UNBAKED COOKIES DRESS THE FORM ON THE PAN?!
Save me. Seriously.
I’m that weird person you see doing ballet stretches during percussion practice for front ensemble.