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My band is the perfect place to be if you want to be hated. We are all so mean to each other. o0''

It's like we'll cooperate for the shows and stuff, but that won't stop us from talking crap about you. That's how it is. Not to mention the broken noses, broken bones, torn ligaments, etc. Yeaaa.

So as for someone in the band I wanna frigg'n beat the living crap out of, there are loads of people. Thank god most of them graduated already. But there's stilla couple I can't wait to get rid of.

STUPID ERIC HESKET. Frigg'n retard. I just wish he'd die. Gah. He plays tenor sax is is a frigg'n jerk. I don't care if he's good or not, but he needs to die. I wanna slap his mom. And his doctor for not slapping his mom.

Ashley Bryant is gone. Thank god. She's such a betch. Ugh. Can't stand her.

And Ebony from my old school. Die betch. Die.

I can't stand most of the people in the band.

omg I type too much
Last year there was this kid who was extremely loud and obnoxious. He was very...presumptuous. (maybe that's not the right word..heh) but anyways, I had my instrument on a rack f bells and was pushing the bells back to the band room. he asked if he could hold my precious thousand dollar instrument and before I could tell him he was crazy and to get a life, he reached for it. So...me being me, I moved my head towards his outstretched grubby little arm and bit him. then the idiot started shouting :sexual harassment"....retard.
but hey..now I have a good way to tell people to not touch my precious. I bite.

Now for this year. So I'm a Trombonist. I'm in a section of three trombones. one a senior and one who has been worse at playing than me for the past four years. (he refuses to practice). I can tell the latter to shut his face or I'll hit him. the former..is our assistant dm and has the section leader on his side. Why is this bad? cus I don't play loud enough. the constant shouting of "play louder" is giving me this giant headache. even the bd is on their side with the annoying comments. they make me want to stinking cry every time they say that and I don't even know why. but I just can't do it. and their constant nagging has made me think about quitting band...my source of flipping happiness! every time they say that, I want to bash heads in..but I'm slightly pacifistic still. so I don't. the only time I actually hit one of them is from something else when the french horns made another comment...oooh. there's a tangent.
so..they could either die mysteriously or....no, can't really see another option.

French horns! idiotic, uppety, proud little vermin! We kicked them out of the low brass section this year. and they ain't coming back next year. if they do...I quit. Anyways, they seem to find it fun to pick on me. I don't know what I did to tick of the rich little snobs, but apparently it was something. If they died...I'd be happy. If they grew a brain and left me alone...I'd be happier.

yuck. why the heck is band so dramatic?