I was in the band room, and we (el marcho bando) were taking a break from playing. Someone decided to start telling bad jokes and a few others followed suit, standing up each time.
I wanted to try, so I stood up and told one. "Did you hear about the kidnapping at school? Don't worry, he woke up!" And no one, excluding the drumline, heard me. I was bummed, so I sat down.
Later, we broke for lunch, which was provided by the band parents (so many burgers...). Before I left, I stopped my fellow quad player, Tanner, to tell a drum joke. I picked up a cymbal and a stick and brought a bass drum for effect. "The drumline falls down a cliff!" *BADUM* *CRAAAASH*
And once again, no response. He'd looked away halfway through it, so all I got was a bunch of confused looks and a creeping sense that I'd just embarrassed myself.
Then, feeling ignored, I grumpily stuffed my face with two burgers.
Some days I think if I died, none of my group would care. "Oh well. She was a terrible quad player anyways. Plus, she was a disaster waiting to happen." Then they'd move on...
...But that's a worse-case scenario. Very unlikely that I'll die anytime soon, don't you worry. I'll be here for a while, whether it be fortunate or unfortunate to some.
Or you might not care.
...which is ok too, I suppose...
I'm just feeling bleh today.
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De TodoYeah, I know, I already have a random thing going on, but this one isn't specific to anything! (as it should be...) That's me standing barefoot in the snow. Just so you know.
