That is all. You may now return to your regularly scheduled broadcasting.
Actually I lied, I had band practice today with another conductor who was really strict and stuff. The best part of the evening was when he screamed "DON'T YOU DARE SLUR TONGUED NOTES! I WILL CUT OUT YOUR TONGUE AND BARBECUE IT IF YOU DO! IF THIS WERE CHURCH, YOU WOULD BE EXCOMMUNICATED!"
It was kind of boring otherwise, because I play all the right notes and the regular conductor only tells me to be louder usually because I'm like the only quiet percussionist in the world.
I finally updated my deviantart account and my messagebox is now squeaky-clean.
And the civics final is
Apparently I won't be getting my driver's license when I get home, they're upping the age limit to 18 unless you've already begun in September. I miss it by 3 months ;_;
One of my co-workers at Blackbutt talked about her time there, she was nearly disembowled by an Emu once, luckily the ranger brought it down with a broom and they ran away. Another guy who's been there 30 years said that vandals stole a picnic table once, along with all the power tools and his chocolate stash. The next day, while he was having lunch outside to let the Forensic people do their thing, a kookaburra stole his breadroll.
Ah, life.