Again.

Well, to be fair, I did make a few posts. I tried, just wasn't satisfied with it. So let me try this blogging thing again.
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Not so much in the mood at the moment, anyway. So I won't try being deep (pretentious), I'll just talk about POP, I guess.

Which means Band.

Band is a pity.

It is also a big waste of time, life and effort. It has its perks, but really, it's not worth it. Percussion? Not worth it. I could have spent the past 2 and a half years actually learning something substantial. I could have spent the past 2 and a half years earning merits and doing things that would look nice on my resume, something that can be used to get me a scholarship or a headstart in a career. Something like that would have been nice. Band was not.

No, it's not because I did not get a post. It would have been nice, but honestly, I do not care much for posts. Being a "Squad Commander" would not help me get a scholarship. Having silly little posts mean little, being the Band Major or Drum Major means someone likes you. I want to learn how to play.

I'd love to be a virtuoso but I have no such talent. I just want to learn how to play well and properly. But for two and half fucking years, all I've learnt is to hit a cymbal rapidly, to tap a tambourine on beat and to be a proper bitch. For cripes sake, get us a tutor. Don't waste our lives. $45,000? Buying new instruments? Forget about that, get us a proper conductor, fucking hell. It's only a pity it's St. Nicholas Symphonic Band. Why not AMKSB? They get tutors. They pay and they get tutors. We pay, and we get a mad bitch who screams and hits her crotch with mallets. No, she doesn't has a baton. Say it, PHAIL.

Well, I guess I really loved my percussion seniors, even from the Grey Badge (Let me list them): Janice, Crystal, Calissa, Esther, Pamela, Chia (Rachel), Onyu, Sarah, Cheryl, Meh (Marilyn)

Freaking awesome people.

Well, that and the blue badges, Hooray my social life! I've never been good at keeping in contact with people anyway. Not a very popular person either.

So yeah. Hey, it's 11:56. Um, all right.

Pity I didn't get into CAP. Sounded like it was loads of fun. Nope, instead I was stuck with extra extra extra lessons. Thank you for bringing us back, depriving us of rest, play and freedom, because you guys teach so fucking slowly and not even properly. Thank you.

But thing is, it seemed like I could have gotten something from CAP. Oh man, I look pathetic now. Ha, scrap LOOK. I am.

But not the point.

I want to learn something that people can see.