Man, doesn't a year just slip by?

So remember how I said I would remember to write in my blog? And how somehow it would become my makeshift journal/photo album?
........
There goes that plan. Haha.

My guess is that during this wonderful journey I call life, I got slightly distracted and was focusing on other things more than my blog. Or journal, for that matter.

However... I'm pretty sure that I am watering that down a teensy tiny bit. A more realistic explanation would be that I'm an airhead and don't think about updating my blog. (That is, until I see the link to it while on my Goodreads page.) Especially during--blecchhh!--Marching band season.

Marching band. Two words that create very dynamic reactions from my brain in the course of two to three months. As I'm writing this I'm reading my last couple of posts (from almost exactly a year ago) and almost every single one says, "I hope the football team keeps doing good so marching band doesn't get over!"
What was I thinking?

We just finished with DIII, our biggest competition. Then we had Battle of the Marching Machines on Monday. Which technically means that marching band is over. Key word: technically.

Because, just like last year, we follow the football team. But, unlike last year, I just want it to be done. But, of course, the year I want our season to be over promptly, we are undefeated in the season, which equals a guaranteed spot in the bracket for the state championship. And you know what's even MORE lovely? If we win against Weiser on Friday, we host every. single. playoff. game. As long as we keep winning (which is likely). And let me just express to you the reality of that situation:
Three lovely Saturdays in a row,
Band practice before the game, PLUS
The game

Normally, I wouldn't be opposed to this. But the middle list-ee is the thing that really gets me. As long as we have games, we have band rehearsals before. Which bugs me, because we already had our "last practice of the season." It's like when you are leaving somewhere and won't see someone for a while, so you say goodbye to them and make a big deal out of it and then........you both end up walking the same way. And then you try to brush it off like, "Heh, whoops. This is completely not awkward." And then you realize that it is indeed sooooooooo freaking awkward.
Yeah. That's what this feels like. Except for instead of being super awkward, it's super obnoxious.
Moral of the story: don't say bye unless you know that it's the end or that you won't see them again!

Anyway, now that I've vented my feelings about marching band, I must bid thee farewell, for my sleeping quarters await me. (I just love when I get distracted on the computer and all of a sudden it's 11 and I still haven't really gotten ready for bed.)
So I had better get to bed... GOOD NIGHT! (And let's hope we lose to Weiser on Friday! Sorry for any football players reading this. I'm being extremely selfish, but you would know what I mean if you were in marching band.)

Oh, before I go: Speak Now. Taylor Swift's new album. Look it up. Soak yourself in it. It's amazing. Like fluffy whipped cream. I just want to dig my face in it.
(Sorry, I realize I just did the awkward "BYE BYE BYE!----wait one more thing" but Taylor Swift is totally worth it.)

Anyway. Good night. For realsies this time!

WAIT-
Oh, never mind. I really should listen to my own advice.

~Sierra <3