R.I.P. Amy Winehouse September 14, 1983- July 23- 2011
Drum corps is stupid.
Paying money to get the opportunity to perform for other people who pay to see you? Stupid.
Rehearsing a half second of music well over a hundred times in a row is stupid.
Running to touch the stop sign five miles away is stupid.
Being outside in the sun on turf when the entire state has been shut down because of the heat is even stupider.
Marching a brass instrument that could at any moment get shoved back into your face and break it is stupid.
Marching a drum that you can’t even see over is stupid.
Playing a marimba you have to risk your life loading and unloading every day is stupid.
Throwing stuff up in the air and hoping to catch it while having to look pretty? Guard is the stupidest of all.
Getting yelled at 14 hours a day is a stupid way to spend your time.
You could be sleeping.
You could be idling your time away on a hot summer afternoon, shielded from the outside world and anything truly inspiring, knowing only the cold air conditioning of your basement. All alone. Because anything, even enduring the pain of nothing, would be less stupid than drum corps.
Learning to excel at something so difficult it once terrified you? Stupid.
Getting stronger every day until you can literally pick people up and throw them across the field? What’s the use?
Waking up in a dingy gymnasium every day surrounded by people you otherwise never would have met but somehow learned to trust with your life? Stupid.
Creating an incredible work of art on a football field that is forever immortalized in not just yours, but hundreds or thousands of lives? It’s stupid.
Crying the day after finals when you realize it’s all gone and that your heart is about to break? So. Stupid.
Putting that supersuit on and standing in the endzone as the crowd roars. For you.
Watching them leap to their feet in the final minute of the show.
Knowing in that moment that everything, the miles driven, the blood drawn, the sleep not had was all worth it?
Yeah. Drum corps is stupid.
To everybody in my family who still doesn’t get it.
me: why isn’t anyone replying to my texts :( me: *is currently not responding to like twelve different people*
Crashing on the couch after a long night of sobriety without coffee.
He actually told the time
HOW did the parent not die laughing immediately!?
OMG HE ACTUALLY TOLD THE TIME
THIS. THIS IS EVERYTHING I STAND FOR
Yosemite Engagement photos by: athenagraceco
Who remembers
Motherfucking Scholastic
Book
Orders
And then the magical traveling circus of scholastic would randomly show up
at the motherfucking BOOK FAIR
love
seriously the best ever.
This was actually my childhood.
Wish they had these I high school