When you leave, my colors fade to gray.

I think this is the first time I've gotten sick in a while (six months, if I recall correctly). Both times, I've gotten bad cases of coughing and sore throats. I'm tempted to say I have SARS, but I risk getting put under quarantine. I also don't how I would play in band with a mask over my mouth. Actually, a lot of people told me today that my sick voice sounds cool, sexy, God-like, and movie-trailer-announcer-like. I have a James Earl Jones, pedal tone-type thing goin' on. Ruth even told me that I should be sick more often. I also scared the crap out of myself when I tried imitating my grandpa. I sounded exactly like him!

Last night, I spent an extra hour and a half re-editing my video. Hopefully, it'll win at least one award... Personally, I'm pulling for Best Soundtrack, since that was my area of expertise, my domain. It's still pretty sad that the bloopers were longer than the actual film. I'm also debating whether it was a good idea to make it high-quality. It's a five-minute video, but it's over 100 MB in size. Ah well. You have to admit, it looked pretty.

Tomorrow, I'm going against Berkeley, which is more or less an automatic lose, shuttlecock suicide. Hopefully no one sees me ducking like the little girly-man that I am. Also, tomorrow's the District Honor Band performance. Woo! I haven't been in an Honor Band since eighth grade, so this should be exciting.

Vaughn Clause: Oh geez, I can't remember what I wanted to say...Was it the nail polish I put on my reed today? Oh! I wanted to tell you guys that I'm getting better at 32nd note runs. Though, I wonder what made me think that anyone would care about that...