weary weekend

Gee, it feels like forever since I've written in this thing. This past weekend was All-District Band and it DEFINITELY had its ups and downs. We left Thursday evening (just a little late) and got up to Boone around 8:30 or so. That night in the hotel was quite pleasant - we all laid on the couches around the fire in the lobby, talked, ate, and used the computer. The hotel was pretty quiet, but Amy (cool chick from North I met) and I about froze our asses off that night when we went to bed. I wish that was the only problem. Everyone started not getting along with each other, the clinician WAS a good director but didn't have the greatest attitude, and we were all definitely ready to go home by Sunday. I saw all my friends from the years past there, which was somewhat comforting. The last two nights in the hotel was insane. Over 2 tour buses FILLED with church kids pulled up and it went downhill from there. They were like ants - on the stairs, on the couch, in the pool, on the floor, in the halls... it was ridiculous. I about took out some stupid 11/12 year old kid who wanted to start something from outside the bus. He thought he was hot shit until I hunted him down in the lobby - in front of his mom. Yeah... what an idiot. The guys from our band decided to be assholes and glue our toiletries down to the counter, leave condoms in the shower, and put numbing medicine on the toilet seat. I had about enough. I wish they would grow up and I can't wait til I go off to college where I can actually find guys who are somewhat mature. The concert was pretty good, especially the trumpet solos. The first chair trumpet player's sound was incredible. Everytime he played his solos (especially his flugelhorn one), chills would run down my back and goosebumps would form on my skin. His sound was so full and as if his trumpet was singing. He could make it mellow and dark, or bright and brassy. Either way, he about took my breath away with every sound that came from his trumpet. I wanted to steal his sound and make it my own. I couldn't even express envy because I was too busy gawking over it. Our band was the last to perform, but we pulled it out, tired lips and all. We sounded the best I had ever heard. Even the 64th notes in the 5 flat key seemed easier to do when we stepped on stage. I left satisfied, but exhausted. Unfortunately, I had to work on my Biology brochure the moment I got home. I am still trying to recover from this weekend, so please forgive me if I seem almost delirious during conversation.

And I almost had you
But I guess that doesn't cut it
Almost had you
And I didn't even know it

You kept me guessing and now I guess that
I spent my time missing you
I almost wish you would've loved me too

Here I go
Thinking about all the things I could've done
I'm gonna need a forklift
Cuz all the baggage weighs a ton
I know we've had our problems
I can't remember one

I almost forgot to say something else
And if I cant fit it in
I'll keep it all to myself
I almost wrote a song about you today
But I tore it all open and I threw it away

And I almost had you
But I guess that doesn't cut it
Almost had you
And I didn't even know it

You kept me guessing and now I guess that
I spent my time missing you
And I almost had you

I almost wish you would've loved me too