Gators = Pilgrims, Seminoles = uhm, Indians?

Ah yes, the great american tradition that is thanksgiving weekend is over. The gators beat the noles and the tubas beat the trunpets. Woah, did I just say tradition!

I started my thanksgiving week on wednesday by having a 2nd round interview for a company close to home. A 3 hour interview... It begin with a 100 question survey asking me how much I "strongly agree or strongly disagree" to doing things such as being a leader, getting work done on time, or doing drugs. Followed by another 20 questions of complete the number in the sequence and those dreaded "a train leaves your mom at 5am and gets to who gives F at 7pm etc.." questions. The 2nd and 3rd part of the interview were actually with real people! But by then I was so tired I started answering questions to questions that weren't asked. Hmm yeah. Right before I left I asked how much the starting pay was and it's 7000 less then my other job offer. 7! I could of saved 3 hours! Note to self, find out pay rate first!

I did manage to see Borat that night. Now I know how PB looks naked. Thanks Borat!

Thanksgiving day was well. Far below average. We decided to have thanksgiving with "family" in Orlando. You know, the kind of family you've only met once and that was before you even had a drivers license... Oh and by the way, they're going to start eating with or without you so forget the whole nice great american family scene right before they cut the turkey thing. Oh yeah, did I mention you don't know anyone. Ok good. So lets spend thanksgiving in a room full of strangers watching the cowboys game in the corner of a room by yourself! Then go back to the internet-less hotel with your parents. Norman Rockwell couldn't of painted a better picture.

Friday began with a great family meal at where? WENDY'S! I could of went to wendy's my damn self or stopped at burger king at the turnpike! Add the constant and un-ending graduation talk and you'll soon be ready for insanity induced first degree murder. Thank god I had to go back to gainesville, too bad I had to go back for band practice! And even though I had to wake up at 5:00am, I decided staying up and not going to sleep would be wiser... Fooled you.

Saturday... go look it up on ESPN. I will say this. Last year my hatred for FSU was shrouded in a cloud of ex-girlfriend'ness. We totally destroyed FSU last year and I didn't even care. Thank you rotating schedule for having the game in Tallahassee and reminding me why I wish God would swallow FSU and return it back to the earth from which it came. My typically creative self was prohibited from making x-rated yet truthful chants about FSU in the stands this year, but we still had fun watching them loose again. My 24+ hours awake caught up to me on the ride back, but the tuba bus is not for sleeping so I was way to tired for saturday night shenangans.

Sunday = tuba football domination! Dallas Harvin as I know call myself didn't catch any touchdowns due to well, my neglegence. I did catch a 30 yard bomb and I got an interception. This game proved to me that alot of band people have no athletic ability whatsoever and that they also have no understandig of football at all. Double emphasis on the last note. At least Ron Zook understood that you throw to your best player. Ron Zook. We've beaten all the section in the band with males ( seriously, I know what your thinking, and you are correct!) and all we have left is a game against a drumline. Most of all my calves hadn't spasmed in agony yet! And thats really all that matters.


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