Wow...I had a good day for once

I am still in amazement reflecting upon how good my day was. Bloomington Jazz Festival!! WOO! I didn't go to Steak N Shake in the morning, but eh. Got Burger King on the way to the school, so that was good. Hmm, I want ice cream. Be right back. Mmm, Ben and Jerry's ice cream. Okay, anyway. So I got to school and pretty soon we loaded the bus and we were off. It was a fun ride there. I think we were all a little nervous about the task at hand, and some were still quite tired. I listened to some of Nathan (Tubby)'s songs and had a good laugh. All too soon we arrived, unloaded, and were getting ready. To make a long performance short, I did pretty good on my solo, missed a few notes here and there, not dwelling on Sweet Gorgeous Brown break, and we were off to the clinic. The guy talked a little, proved Burns right, and we went to Olive Garden.This was a more than amusing ordeal. After thousands of breadsticks and fights over salad, grumbling about being thirsty, and many shouts of "Yummy", the real food came. I quickly lost my appetite the more Nathan talked about sexually abusing Japanese beetles, but it was good anyway. It was a most amusing lunch, with scarring conversations from Nathan, Chris, and even Krummy. Then we got the staff to sing Mr. Burns Happy Birthday. And there was much rejoicing *yay*. (To all those who don't know, it is not, in fact, Burns's birthday) After much wasted Chocolate Lasagna (damn all those breadsticks), we departed for another clinic. Not much to say there. A clinic is a clinic. Except, she was trying to make us all scat sing around the room, luckily it avoided the Avon kids. It was a relief for most of us, and makes for a great story later. Well, poor Megan Miller had to do it. But that's beside the point. After that, a very long concert. It was enjoyable, but my attention span just does not last that long. After countless attempted escapes by the whole band and an imposter Ben Briggs, Avon left empty-handed, and we wandered stupidly around the parking lot for a while until we found our bus. But none of that fazed us on the way home.Oh, what a fun trip that was. There was much rejoicing and way more singing than necessary (in which Burns asked why we didn't want to scat but would sing our hearts out on the bus), along with those hand games everyone played in third grade and long forgotten songs reborn (Fifty Nifty). Inside jokes were born as well, and we created a strobe light through the ceiling that was enjoyed by all. Well, enjoyed by most. This light was provided by Chris and the flashing light on the top of the bus. He opened the hatch thingy, and voila! All in all, best day I've had in months. I think for Burns's real birthday, we should buy him a manbag. Just a thought. Then Brittany came over and we watched Lilo and Stitch. That is a pretty good movie. Especially when you're in a tremendous mood. Then she insisted on walking home and I got online. Since then I have been listening to music, typing this, and working on a poem I will post here sometime tonight. This is a rare occasion for me to write poetry. Woo! Well, all good things must come to an end, and thus, I end this entry.