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STATE

All-state this weekend.

MY HEAVEN.

Ten hours of rehearsal yesterday. More, probably. All of it great. Nothing affirmatively bad. Well, one thing our [amazing amazing eccentric] director composed, which was all emo and which I mocked mercilessly. Which I felt bad about when I found out an eighth-grader wrote the lyrics.

The schedule was basically, sign in, dinner, rehearsal, dessert, go to bed, wake up, breakfast, rehearsal, lunch, rehearsal, dinner, rehearsal, dessert, "planned activity" (do whatever you want. We swam; more on that later), go to bed, wake up, rehearsal, go to the school, rehearsal, performance, leave in state of ultimate musical orgasm.

I've decided I have to be a vocalist, because it was so fantastic just being there and singing all the time and being with friends when you weren't singing. I wanted it to go on for another week.

Well, more on the swimming. My soprano friend and I decided to go ogle the basses, and so we got bathing suits and into the pool. Basically (she's A; we both had our glasses off and were half-blind):

A: oooh, blond at 1:00...
S: Not bad. Who was the one you were talking about?
A: Hmmm....THAT ONE!
S: Who? Can't see!
A: Um...Dana's left!
S: Dana's right next to you!
A: Yeah, her left!
S: Wha...ooooh.
A: I know, right?
S: Oooh.
A: Who are the Whitman basses?
S: Hm, golf course, tall light brown hair green shirt and shorter kid next to him with the Jewfro.
A: Eh, can't see 'em from here.
Random bass: POLO! *splashes*
S: *splashes*
B: Don't mess with me, miss! *splash*
*inane splashfest*
D: Dude, the Whitman basses are in the pool.
S: *to Whitman basses* Hi. *to A* That's them.
A: Hmmm, Jewfro not so bad.
S: Oh? And the other one?
A: *slow dogpaddle around for panoramic view**swims back**in my ear* OHHHHH YES.
(Basses from here on are J[ewfro] and F)
J: MARCO!
All: POLO!
F: Hey, Jesse, high five!
S: Hey, Jesse, your hair fucking sucks!
J: SARAH, GO FUCK YOURSELF!
(etc. Later)
F: Marco!
J: Hey Max, high five, high five!
F: *splashes**hits me in jaw* Oh, shit!
S: Ow...shit.
F: You okay?
S: Ow. Shit. Yeah. Anyway. *1, 2, 3, 4, 5* Marco!
A: *puts hands on my head*
S: *grabs hands* OH!
A: Fine. *1, 2, 3, 4, 5* Marco!
All: Polo!
A: *lunges right for Max/F*
S: *snort*
(Later)
J: Marco!
F: Hey Jesse, high five, high five!
J: You know what, Max? You know what Max? *chases Max around pool*
S: *yelling after them* I WISH I COULD QUIT YOU!!!
J: *high fives me*

It was amazing. Yay. And the performance was excellent. I can't wait to get to the CD.

Hehe my dad was crying at the last chord...

tehe, so was I.
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