Anyway. School is being good. Classes good, I only hate one class this year, but that might soon end because it's only PE and I'm already meeting new people in the class. So that's cool. Marching band is badass as usual.

It turns out that my band will soon be making and sending in a CD to this dude who helps put on Semi-Professional Wrestling (WWE, etc) events. Oh yeah. This means, a paying gig. We get to open the show. Play (which would include learn) all of the wrestlers' introduction music, and then play like a 15-20 minute intermission. Rock out. That's what I plan to do. What's more is that Rick has recently purchased a very expensive recording studio with a built in burner. And on top of that, he's going to drop some dough on some dope ass drum microphones as well. Which means a damn good demo from what is currently called Majesty of Sound (name subject to change at the mention of a better one). Also we might be adding to our roster which currently employs me on drums, Rick Bach on guitar and vocals, and Devin Swearingin on the mighty bass.

--¿But Kevin, with that intense roster, who else could you even imagine bringing into the mix without creating a severely volitile group of musicians, ready to fucking explode at any point in time?--

Well I'll fucking tell you.

None other than Kearin "Joe" Cunningham will be auditioning for his own place (and life) two weeks from now, I'm really not sure when. But it'll fucking rock.

Rock On...

Last day before summer break officially ends, I think that's worth a post. (Avenged Sevenfold - Darkness Surrounding) So as I said, last day before summer. School will be insane this year. Because this year, I am finally a senior. Yes. This year I'll have to decide whether to continue my schooling, or join the real world. But either way. I am going to make this the best year of school I've ever had. I'm not shitting anyone this time. I'm gonna do it.

Anyway. I ended the summer on the best three notes I possibly could have.

Friday night - Sleeping over at Bob's with Pol and the smaller Dankler. Then when the latter two left. Sipping certain beverages and watching The Big Lebowski. A ten out of ten evening.

Saturday morning - Sleeping... Paul called, I was hung over. He should have known better.

Saturday night - Marching in the Glendale Heights Founder's Day Parade, shitty parade (sorry, natives) but drumming is always a plus on any situation. Six out of Ten.

Later Saturday night - Gettogether at Ryan Fraser's house. Soda, Pizza, good people, good times. Ryan, even though your house is really quite small. It fucking worked pal. Eleven out of Ten, the extra point is for the fucking penny trick.

Much Later Saturday night - stayed up talking to good people online, including Tony, the Fraser mentioned above, and none other than Michael Else. Not rated for extreme sexual content... go fuck yourself.

Sunday morning - sleeping, finding something to do Sunday night...

Sunday night - second to last hurrah sleepover at Tony's (10/10) Not so much a sleep over as it was an evening of eating resulting in a late night convoy (5 cars) driving in formations down Main St. to Glenbard East, to see how many parking spots there are. Then playing with a Nerf Vortex on two different streets... yeah, it was a whistler.

Monday Morning - actually most of that was on Monday morning. That and sleeping. (10/10)

I have to shit like a demon. Have a good school year.

Not much to say right about meow. Working. Playing. Breathing, yes still. Bastards.