I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish'd rows of steel.

"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;"
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel
Since God is marching on!

Today, my fiery gospel came in the form of burnish'd rows of sushi. I'd rather not talk about it too much. I'll just say that eating it made me hungrier. It also reminded me of this video I saw on Screwattack where two people had a Tabasco Sauce drinking contest. Needless to say, I suffered the same fate as they did. But I'll tell you, eating it in one bite was one of the stupider things I've done in my life. It's up there with drinking two glasses of water right after eating the darn thing. Darn you, Level-5 Shotgun! I used to love you so much, Level-5 Inc.!

Geez, I'm hungry for sushi again, but all I have is some lukewarm soup. My parents are gone, so I'm alone in the house. I'm blasting orchestrated music to keep the evil spirits away. My new musical obsession seems to be songs of the orchestral persuasion. Well, even though it's not completely orchestrated, I've been listening to "The Battle Hymn of the Republic", a lot, which is where the title and first paragraph of this post came from. Also, one of my favorite pieces of music is "Pictures at an Exhibition." Symphonic Band played parts of it last year, but we didn't play my favorite part of it, called "The Great Gate of Kiev" which is one of my favorite songs, ever! Close second to my favorite song of the set would be "The Ballet of the Unhatched Chickens" which was really hard to play (But it was still fun!).

"Hut on Fowl's Legs" and "The Great Gate of Kiev"

This director is crazy cool! I wanna be like him when I grow up!
Random fact #3 about me: I like to conduct music while I'm listening to it, usually when I'm alone, though, just so people don't think I'm completely crazy.

I think I regained the ability to think, today. Maybe it was the fresh air. Maybe I released bad spirits after I ate sushi. Or maybe I released my bottled up stress while playing badminton. Hmm...I think it was the badminton. It was so much fun! I still can't high-clear for beans, though. I need to build some arm strength somehow. My footwork could use some work, too. I should just tell myself:

"Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer him! Be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on!"