This details my adventures at Seton Hill University's summer music camp
Sunday, 11:49 PM
I totally met Kira today. She said her name and I went into fits of silent laughter. Nobody noticed. Good thing, or I'd be dead. (Kira seems excrutiatingly normal, which is a shame.)
We went to see the United States Army Field Band's "Jazz Ambassadors" today after registration. They were good, despited their particularly abhorrent genra. The Army has a rock band too, called The Voulenteers, but nooo, we had to hear jazz. Typical.
We played the shoe game. Everyone stands in a circe and takes their shoes off. One pair is kicked out and that persone goes in the middle and askes a question. If you answer yes, you dash around to get to another pair of shoes, and if you don't get one you ask another question. I was in the circle once and asked two questions. How does taht work? My first one, "Has anyone been to an anime convention?" got me two doxen blank stares, soI asked if anyone knew who Cthulhu was. That got my oboe teacher's daughter, Kate, now a counselor, and my sister. Stupid band fags.
Heather, the girl I sang "Defying Gravity" with two years ago and Jake, the Amazing Goat Boy who was in the Mixed Instrument Ensemble last year(we changed the instruments on our mouthpieces and actually wrot a song) are here. Jake got all tall and I didn't recognized him. Stupid boys.
Then we all searched for Kira's key.
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