i sat in algebra 2 listening to the wind outside singing.

i thought: good thing i brought my hat.

i walked with brandon and pokey into the warm, familar door that makes the band room home.

got Miles and headed outside.

the steel bench was knocked over. that thing is never knocked over.

i thought: some one must have gotten mad.

i took one step past the protective brick wall- there went my hat.

i thought: this is going to be a long practice.

the susaphones were fighting against the wind, trying not to get knocked over. i found this funny, i hate the susaphones.

never have a seen such a windy day.

i laughed at Dawn, her pubic-like long hair kept getting in her way.

i gave up on the idea of brushing my hair. i wouldn't stand a chance.

i tryed to fly away with the leaves.

it didn't work.

<-gordon & maroon->