Mood:  happy

Okay, so today the middle school jazz band went to the elementary schools.  The little kids there scare me.  We played them 5 uberly-awesome songs.  It was fun.  We got out of a whole day of school. 

So we got out at 8:25 and went down to the bandroom.  We finished loading up the bus at 8:50 and off we went to the most depressed elementary school in the whole entire world.  I mean they just sat there with this bored look on their faces.  The bus ride was so fun. 

Then we went to an okay school way out in the middle of nowhere, aka Hickstown, PA.  They weren't completely bored.  At the end, they even asked us for an encore.  How cool is that.  These little 4th grade and lower kids asked us FOR AN ENCORE.  They may live in Hickstown, PA, but not all of them are complete hicks.  And off to McDonald's we went. 

We were so loud on the bus.  Twas unbelieveable.  And then all 20-some band geeks piled into a puny McDonald's.  It was a funny sight.  I got a Big Mac, fries, apple dippers, water and a sundae.  While we were there, this old lady, probably like 85, walked up and she was like "so I guess you are from Marion Center.  I used to teach there once."  And she walked away.  After that "heartfelt, tearjerking conversation".  Just kidding of course.  And then this drummer goes up to this other band chic and he takes her twenty dollar bill.  So she is like reaching for this $20 bill for like five minutes and I go "why don't you just take his food" so she takes his sandwich and fries back to her table.  Then he pretends he wants to trade the $20 for his food.  She walks up and he runs to the bathroom and pretends to flush her $20 down the toilet.  Then he convinces her that he actually flushed it.  And then stupid lends him five more dollars.  Then there was this guy who looked exactly like a hobo, it was freaky.  Then my favorite male band geek is obsessing about how this McDonald's worker "wraps hamburgers like there is no tomorrow."  He then goes up to buy an ice cream cone (something only he would buy) and cinnamon melts.  Well he doesn't have time to eat his ginormous box of cinnamon melts, so he convinces his piano-playing-bff to shove this humungous box of cinnamon melts in her tiny purse.  She smuggled this ginormous box of cinnamon melts onto the bus. 

Then the bus ride to the last school of our tour.  OMFG (oh my fairy godmother, yes anna I used your word).  Devin was shooting spitballs at people.  I had to use my music folder as a shield.  Then my fav. male band geek latches a chain purse on his tongue and my saxophone-bff takes a picture.  Then a bunch of sharp turns and flailing limbs later (I mean ubersharp turns and A LOT of flailing limbs), we finally arrived at the final stop of our tour.  These kids, OMFG.  They screamed so loud.  We did the best at this school.  There was this kid who looked like he was drunk or something.  His eyes were all droopy and he was kind of "out of it".  He was funny.  They kept asking us for encores.  TWAS UBERULOUS.  These kids were so hyper.  It was like they went to McDonald's and downed 5 sweet teas, EACH.  And off we went. 

We got back 5 minutes before the buses to our homes pulled out so we had to scramble off the bus.  The worst part of today was not being able to go on the playground.  I mean who doesn't like playgrounds. 

Well got to go celebrate a job well done. 

MANDI OUT

Mood:  a-ok

MANDI JUST ATE A BUNCH OF CARAMELY CHOCOLATE BECAUSE MANDI DOESN'T HAVE BRACES. 

YAY!

MANDI IS NOW OFF TO GO EAT SOME OTHER FORBIDDEN-WHEN-YOU-HAVE-BRACES ITEM THAT SHE PROBABLY ALREADY ATE IN HER SPARE TIME WITH BRACES. 

MANDI OUT (IN THIRD PERSON)

Mood:  celebratory

TODAY IS THE DAY I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR. 

It's been years, years I tell you, years!

 OK it's been, ONE year, but the day has finally arrived where I no longer have braces.  TIS a MIRACLE. 

No more having to pick food out of my teeth with my pencil. (discretely, of course)

But today is finally the day!

IT is amazing. 

MANDI OUT

She has to go eat something uberseverely ubersticky!! (in third person, of course)

Mood:  caffeinated

This amazing way of life for tubas* is from uncyclopedia.com, an ubercool website where funnyness is mixed with facts and more uberfunniness. 

(random comment) I uberseverely enjoy tubas, although they are not as fantastic as trombones. 

MANDI OUT

 *May also apply to trombone players except for rules 1, 3, and 7**. 

**May apply if the word tuba is changed to trombone.   

Mood:  hungry

I hate Mondays.  They are chummy (see previous blogs for meaning). 

(I ADMIT IT.  HATING MONDAYS IS CONFORMIST)

 MANDI OUT

Mood:  caffeinated

UBER!!!!

there kaitlyn u happy i devoted a whole blog posting to you and the UBEROSITY of everything IN THE ENTIRE WORLD (said sing-songy). 

MANDI OUT!!!!

Mood:  a-ok

Tomorrow:

I have jazz band.  I think it is second period.  If so I get to miss the uber(using Melissa's definition of uber)fly morbid class.  Yay absense of morbidity.  On Wednesday, we have a jazz band tour to the elementary schools so i get to miss a whole day for that and tomorrow we will probably prepare a whole bunch for that. 

 We have the science PSSAs or as my science teacher says PSAs, TSSAs, or TSAs.  Everyone in my whole grade is going to fail them (if you can fail a standardized test).  EVEN ME (in the 2nd degree of caps lock) PSSAs are chummy (chum means anything that is bad, negative, pesimestic, etc.) STANDARDIZED TESTS ARE CONFORMIST.  CONFORMIST I TELL YOU CONFORMIST.  I HATE CONFORMISTS (cough cough, Sarah, cough cough, Kaitlyn).  (Just kidding KDK Action News)

I get my braces off.  That will be an uber-moment (using my definition) (my definition of uber is the opposite of chummy).  But then I get to wear a retainer for who knows how long.  Oh well, retainers aren't as chummy as braces.  Not nearly as chummy. 

 Tomorrow will probably be uber(using Mel's definition; meaning very or much)better than today.  I found out today that i got perfect on an uber(again using Mel's definition)hard test.  To say how hard it is, it was out of 70 and she got a 36 (without the 2 point no-name penalty).  Anyway, I got perfect............except I was so stressed about getting an A that I FORGOT TO WRITE MY NAME.  It was chummy and uber(using Mel's definition)embarrassing.  My friend Jenn did the same thing once.  

 Well got to return to my spanish hw,  (BLECH)

MANDI OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!(lots of exclamation pointys)

Mood:  energetic

Hola!

Soy muy bien.  Termino los deberes de la clase de espanol.  Este no va muy bien.   los deberes son (icky).  BLECH!!!!! Estoy (hungry)

(Said like a sports caster) This blog posting has been written by the uberful spanish wiz, the person who gets perfect on a test but forgets to write her name.  MANDI (in the 3rd degree of caps lock)

(the excerpt in spanish above says):  I am very well.  I am finishing my Spanish class homework.  It is not going very well.  Homework is icky.  BLECH!!!!! I am hungry. 

 MANDI OUT

I just went to clean up my church. 

It was icky. 

I raked for 2 hours. 

2 whole hours. 

Ok, i admit it.   I am over-exagerating.  It wasn't that bad and I got ice cream when I got home.  I mean who doesn't love ice cream.  Ice cream is rather amazing. 

Well, I am going to go take a walk, before it rains again.

Mandi out. 

Mood:  chatty

Hey everybody who may happen to read this. 

This is my first blog post ever.  I <3 (heart) blogs!!!!I 

It's like 11:00 at night, and of course I am writing a blog, more specifically, my FIRST blog!!

Tonight at dance, my dance teacher, nearly killed us.  Ballet is a violent activity.  It looks violent doesn't it. 

(I <3 sarcasm!!)

(said monotonously) Ballet, that violent activity.  I mean people are always getting wounded. 

Anyway, I'd better get to bed before my mom wakes up.  (She's not a "happy camper" at night.  PS Mom if you read this you have to admit it.  Besides it's a Friday.)

I'll blog ya later.  (I'm hilarious right? HILARIOUS!!!)

mANDI oUT!!