Battle Wounds.

It feels like it's been forever. Years and years and years since I've written something. HAHA JUST KIDDING, only five days. But still.

It might be fun to have a pet rhinoceros. How would that work? Don't you agree? :D

I feel like I probably won't be able to speak Spanish very well...(very good, very well? Maybe not English either.) anymore. I say 'arrigatoo' instead of 'gracias' and 'hai' instead of 'si.' I want to have intense Spanish learning times, that might be good.

So today, after marching band, my dad and I went out to eat at Fiesta Tapatia, one of the lovely Mexican restaurants around. Mexican music is awesome. It makes me happy and excited and want to jump around on the spot. Mexican jumping beans? Lucky for me, it was going full steam ahead when were delivered to our table and naturally, I swayed to the rhythmic tones dancing about my head playfully. I can't fight nature. It would have been alright if one of the waiters caught me doing so...repeatedly. But not only that, as he was leaving one time, he confronted me about this. The following dialogue then took place.
Waiter: "Embarrassed?"
Me: *blank stare*
Waiter: "Embarrassed? A little bit?"
Me: "Oh, haha...I don't really care that much."
Waiter: *laughs* "Yeah, I saw you dancing." *does something that looks most accurately like a small rodent scampering up a wall on coffee*
Me: *chuckles* "Yeah, I have no shame."
Waiter: *chortles*
Oh lord, what am I doing with my life?

Marching band started this past Monday. It's been four days. But I've actually gotten painfully hurt. And m exhausted. And cannot believe life is moving so fast. I play bass. Guitar. Last year, I kinda tooted around and played chords and such here and there. No biggie. This year, we're playing a samba, in which the half note, in cut time of course, is 126 bpm, which translates roughly to 256 bpm as the quarter note. No worries if you don't understand that. One word: FAST. I want to die in small little holes across America. I'm getting it. But my wrist, in the process, sprained itself and forced me to resort to ace bandages for companionship and comfort. Enough whining though, if I have to go out, I must go out doing what I love. Amen to that.