Oh Boy Do I Hate Titusville

Talent Show Tryouts Today
Last year Mr. C was in charge of them and he was awesome and extremely helpful in critiquing our band ( Click Here To Hear us. We're called Waking Nixon ) and always sided with me in internal band issues. This year some stupid idiot lady is in charge and she sucks. I don't even think she knows anything about music (Drama Teacher) as opposed to Mr. C who happens to be a musical genius. I've disliked her since day one of Freshman year. She started giving us crap as soon as she read our lyrics. That was a new thing this year. You had to submit any lyrics you used so they could be censored by her. Sound like anyone? I'll give you a hint. Their initials are Adolf Hitler. We have a song about speaking out and there's a line about drinking bleach, but read in context, it is clearly metaphor, but she gave us crap about that and considered it violent (Violent? Maybe suicidal even though it's not.) Then afterward she was like, "What kind of music is this?" We consider ourselves post-punk/punk, but we just tell people that don't know anything alternative. People started saying we were hardcore when she asked. First off, hardcore is an adjective that needs to be followed by a noun. Second, there is no second. Third, we are not remotely hardcore at all. Then she decided we were psychobilly. I for some reason don't think she even knows remotely what she's talking about. The best thing, though, was Seany Chanfield played a song on uke that was the best thing on Earth. So onto the story I have.

My Life Is Jon Beever
So John (our lead singer) came home with me and we just jammed and played an awesome cover of Jawbreaker's Bivouac which we thought was impossible and wrote an awesome song about the most intriguing person in the world who we just call Neckbeard. After we finished we were going to write a song about how bad Titusville sucked, So John started messing around and played Baribeau when he suddenly remembered he left his backpack at school. It was 6:30 so we went as fast as possible and every door was locked except one. We went in and all 50 (estimate for 3 teams of them) girl's basketball players, their families, coaches, sponsors, and all those affiliated were having some type of award ceremony. Once the door shut, everyone just stared at us. It was so unnerving. I guess John got scared so he ran to the stairs which were 50 feet away and I yelled, "John! You look too suspicious!" I think that just made things worse though. So when we got upstairs there was like a janitor waiting for us with her arms kind of outward like we just deeply offended her and this nasty snarl on her face. We just asked if the chorus room was unlocked and she said something stupid so we ran toward the chorus room. Someone literally left the door wide-open. We just walked in and got John's backpack and ran out of the school. That's how bad the security is. We could have stolen all the instruments and speakers and no one would have known. It was intense.

Moral Of The Story
If you have to steal something, my school is a good place to try.