I've realized that I pretty much FAIL at updating this.
Today I had a parade, in which i had to march in. It was only 2.9 miles but by the 3rd hill, I was huffing and pufing. Sweat trickled down my shirt, my feet felt like they were on fire because of my manditory black socks and shoes. As my band instructer and parents walked around us, passing water, and collecting finished water, I was looking at all
Today I had a parade, in which i had to march in. It was only 2.9 miles but by the 3rd hill, I was huffing and pufing. Sweat trickled down my shirt, my feet felt like they were on fire because of my manditory black socks and shoes. As my band instructer and parents walked around us, passing water, and collecting finished water, I was looking at all
the crazy people in my town.
- A bald, fourty-something year old man, kept screaming "POVERTY!" "SADISTS!" I didn't know what to make of this, other than, it terrified the hell-outta-me.
- An old man kept butt-dancing to our music. He was also shirtless and at least 250 pounds. It was hilarious.
- There was a women on a bike who kept honking the horn on her bike, while screaming "WHOO!" "WHOOOOOO! *NAME OF TOWN I LIVE IN*!!!"
- There was a little kid, at least 5, who kept throwing candy at us. An M&M hit me, and it hurt. A lot.
- My mom. She kept screaming "MELISSA! MELISSA! OVER HERE!" Everyone looked at her. -____-
All in all, the parade was NOT FUN. Oh my life...
Dragonball Episode: #33
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