Mistrunner

I have to write an essay on friendship (because my English teacher decided to go right for the most cheesy topic of all) and I need examples of qualities that define a good friend. I think they're supposed to be hypothetical situations, but she was so vague about what an example means that I have no idea. What is an example? Why do I need one per paragraph? Why can't I organize my essay however I want and not have to adhere to this strange outline that she is forcing us to follow? Why must I write this essay? Why is it due tomorrow? I had no time to do this because of band and I still have no idea what she wants from me help

The term for abnormally cold hands and feet is acrohypothermy, by the way. The marching competition Saturday went well! I don't know the scores yet- the place was three hours away and we had to leave before they announced scores so we could get back before 3:00 AM- but we did good. Also, they sold turkey legs at concessions. That was interesting. I tripped while attempting to put away my hatbox and uniform- smooth, Misty, smooth- and I kinda messed up my knee. I don't think it's that bad, though, so there's another thing to be happy about: not seriously injuring myself in a somewhat embarrassing fashion!

I've recently gotten hooked on the cast recording of "Newsies." And by 'hooked on', I mean 'horribly obsessed with.' It's real good, guys.

Donald got to stay home. I was playing Bartholomew the Baritone yesterday. Today I played Terence the Trombone. He's warming to me. Still a bit finicky, but so are all instruments when you first get 'em.

Got back from our first marching competition. We got straight ones. That's real good. We stopped by a little grocery store, and some people ended up with interesting purchases. A friend of mine got a half-gallon of apple juice and Nilla wafers. Someone had a bunch of bananas they were handing out. Another person almost bought a cheesecake. All in all, a satisfying trip.

Thanks. There's no real story this time; it's just that my brain occasionally decides to be a jerk and hit where it hurts. Stupid brain.

Life is not being nice. Please send hugs.

Cheater.

Loos good to me. Let's go run away from our problems! I'll bring snacks.

I sincerely doubt that Hillary's crimes would be overlooked if she was male. To be honest, as I see it they're overlooked too much now as it is- if anyone else in the government had done what she'd done, accidental or not, they'd at least lose their security clearance and most would lose their jobs. In conclusion, both Hillary and Trump are terrible people who should not be possible presidential candidates, but here we are. I'm going to go hide under a rock for the next four years. Who's with me?

No. No I do not.

If anyone needs a glow axe, call me.

Thanks, Orlion! I will eat that extra muffin.

I'm having trouble sleeping, which of course means I'm attempting to figure out what the founding fathers of the United States would've played in band. (Washington would've been a trombone and a drum major. He might not be the greatest trombone, but darn if he's not the best drum major the band has ever had.)

Yessir. I probably should get some sleep, it's almost midnight. I'll see y'all tomorrow. Night, guys. (Alternately, afternoon, Del.)

Yeah, I'm just hoping my circadian rhythms get their act together before finals season. A flugelhorn is this baby: Basically, it's a really big trumpet with a funny name.

Last night I stayed up until 5:00 AM. It's the latest I've ever been up, I think. I may have a problem. The thing is, during the day it seems like my only desire is 12 hours of sleep, but as soon as it hits ten PM I feel like running five miles, baking a cake, and learning to play the flugelhorn all at once.

Thanks. It helps.

Are you raising your hand because you relate, or because you're strange like me?

Sometimes I wish I was normal. I know I should appreciate my uniqueness and all that jazz, but it's hard when I see people talking and connecting in a way I just can't with most anyone, no matter how I try. I'm strange. I embrace that. I guess I just wish there were more people who were strange like me.

I was hoping someone would catch the reference.

I was having such a good day, and now you've gone and gotten "Quiet Uptown" stuck in my head. I hope you're happy. I hope you're happy now.

I was just listening to Hamilton, and an ad came up between "Ten Duel Commandments" and "Meet Me Inside." "Number ten- paces! Fire!" "Spaghetti marinara!" It kind of ruined the mood.

I think most people do, but the ones who don't tend to be the loudest.

I know y'all are probably tired of me posting about the band, but I just got back from another game and the football team killed it. I don't really care about football, but if the team makes it to playoffs then the band gets to play at more games. They've smashed everyone they've played so far, so chances are lookin' good. This means, of course, that I get to sit in the kitchen eating ice cream and listening to Queen at 11:00 PM.