Your music's crooked, Marissa

The bad news is, I'm going to be internetless for a week.
On the bright side, I won a fabulous cornucopia of prizes when I won the march-off. Including an empty box of condoms.

I would throw it out, but what would my parents say when they saw it in the trash?

I know! I'll put it in the Yosts' garbage.

Today is, for once, an ordinaryish day. No four-and-a-half hours of band practice. No roasting in the freshman parking lot while upperclassmen shout at us. No eating at 6:05 PM because I have to be in the band room by 7. No seeing Marissa every twelve hours. Nothing personal, Marissa!

Today my mother and I are going up the Fawley's and then around, to pick up the things I still need for Camp of Band. Then it's uniform fitting at 6:45 and....that's it. Huzzah!

Watch me be bored out of my mind by 1:27.