Rock Moving Party

I am glad to report that I have survived the Rock Moving Party relatively unscathed! Except that my knees are about to give out due to the fact that i spent an hour bending over to pick up rocks off of the practice field. Personally, I see the whole purpose behind it useless, considering the field is directly below Mt. Unmore (the tiny mountain next to the school that the band so fondly named after Mr. Underwood), and by the time band camp rolls around, the field will again be riddled with most likely twice as many rocks. Some good did come out of the time spent crippling my legs though. I got to get caught up with some of my friends who I haven't seen all summer (Shame on us for not keeping in touch better. I blame the economy. I'm not sure why, though. It just seems like everyone is blaming the economy these days so I might as well jump on the bandwagon). Afterwards, when I was caked head to toe in dirt, we departed and went to Michael's house while waiting for our mothers to be done with some meeting at the school. Matt and Michael went off most likely to play some video game while I ended up watching The Rescuers Down Under with Michael's father. Not Disney's best effort, may I say. It then proceeded to thunderstorm, and I was beginning to fear that there would be no tomorrow after a bolt of lightening struck not three yards away from me. It was a frightening experience, but I survived. And without interference from those pesky black holes, no less. Anyway, the storm eventually passed and I'm pretty sure I survived. No one cane be ABSOLOUTLY sure though.


PEACE