"Anyone do a lot of drugs?  It just doesn't look the same the next day"
-Dr.Feurzeig on using the amazing slow downer to transcribe music (saying that if you transcribed while on drugs, everything you write will be half-speed)

"You are the fastest sperm!"
-Dr. Aduonum trying to convince us that we (as sperm) fought to be here

"Where will the saxophone be in 20 years? Maybe it will be a planter"
-Boitos  (planter, as in a pot for a plant)

What are some things that come to mind when you think of India?
"An excellent film"
- Katie Bryan

"If it's not perfect, it sucks"
-Dr Marco

November 29th, 2005
 #1 I hate Thanksgiving but this year was great! I didn't have to go anywhere! Moms** in Colorado, daughters with her own family, and my wife when out of town.  You know why I hate thanksgiving? I had to spend 20 years visiting satan's demond's relatives houses all across the world! Ugh! My x-wife was a singer. A soprano. She was a Fasolati.  *chuckle* Know what that is? *chuckle* She was really into solfege but she couldn't get past me!  Do, re, me, me, me, me, me!!  *har har har!!*

**: His mom is 95!!! lol He said once he'd still be recording if his mom wasn't still alive.  He also said today that he used to practice so much because he wasnt happy. Negative reinforcement. But once he met his current wife, he stopped practicing because he was happy for once.  awww

November 15th, 2005
I go crazy around Thanksgiving. I order all of this ham, and beef, and turkey, and roasted ham. Oh, I'm drooling just thinking about it. It's coming in on Thursday in by FedEx. Thats my favorite truck ... because that means food!!

November 1st, 2005
(talking about how I should find and emphasise the one root/main note in each measure)
Look at the tree, not the forest.

October 25th, 2005
(after showing me altissmo notes)
Everyone need to learn to play them because there is a lot of saxophone pieces with altissimo in it.  An old friend of mine is an amazing Jappaneese composer that write a lot of altissimo.  Actually... were not really friends.. *chuckle* Well, so we were in a Korean bar, and we were totally smashed. Everyone sounded like *some indescribleable noises that kinda sounded like clicking words* and I couldn't understand any of them.  So, I was telling my friend that my heath has been bad when he asks me if I have ever drank my own urine. *chuckle* So, I laugh and laugh. Then he tells me "No, I'm in this group (or something), and we believe that drinking a little bit of our urine once a week keeps us in good health". So I'm still laughing, and I say "So, thats why your so yellow!" *chuckle* But apparently he got really offended because when I was at the airport leaving, he was talking to me about what friendship really is. I though he was talking about someone else, but I relized later that he was talking about me. He used to be a really good friend. I havn't talked to him in 20 years, and it is virtually impossible to now fix that relationship because of the distance. 

September 20th, 2005
(talking about how I should tap my feet when I play):

You know if you got frostbite and you had to get your foot cut off, you'd just have a stub, you wouldn't be able to walk. Even if you only loose your toes, most people still can't walk right. They have to get prosthetic toes.. or some kind of special shoes. (pause)  So tap your foot.

Yea, I got Xanga.

http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=saxygreentomatoes

         I wouldn’t say I’m a believer in any sort of phantasm, but after what happened to me, I think you should think twice about what people say.  I remember the exact day that it all started.  It was the day I went to one of those cheap fortunetellers.  I was downtown wandering around after getting out from my job late and I figured I’d look around and catch the next train.  I happened to walk by one of these types of magic voodoo stores.  I always thought of those places to be a little odd but I was bored and had some money to spend.  I decided to give it a look and have my fortune read.  I walked into the poorly lit dark purple room.  It was very small and musty and there was no one in sight.  I tapped the little bell that was on a table near the entrance of the store.  No one came so I started to walk around looking at all of the shrunken heads, herbal incenses, and random magic trick supplies.  I though to myself how easy it would be to steal something and I picked up a skull of some kind of small animal examining it close to my body. 

Suddenly a little woman (also in dark purple) was standing somewhere behind me and asked conspicuously, “Can I help you?”  I jumped and put the skull back and clambered quickly to the woman that barely was the height of my chest.  Looking down, I asked her if I could get my fortune read.  She motioned me to follow her and she walked into a draping rug that led into a backroom that I never noticed.  We both sat down across from each other and she pulled my hands onto a table.  I swear we were sitting there for at least five minutes and I started to yawn since I had work early that morning.

“Common lady, I’ve got a train to catch.  What’s taking so long?” I said.  She paused then gave me a glare.  I’ll never forget what she said next. 

“You will die tomorrow and there will be nothing you can do about it”.  I inscrutability left not leaving any room for me to question her.  How dare this odious woman rip me off and say something like that.

First of all, I didn’t believe this scrawny old lady for five bucks.  It did freak me out a little though because normal people don’t go around saying that to others.  I was almost late for the train when I got down to the station.  I was running to the front car that I always sit in and I was almost to the door when I tripped.  My face smashed into the side of the train so when I came back to my senses I noticed blood dripping down my head.  One of the conductors came over to me and asked if I was all right.  I said yes but my head was pounding.  He saw me fall and he said that I almost fell 4 foot down between the train and the cement on the tracks.  He helped me onto the train and I sat with a rag to my head while everyone stared at me.  I then realized that I could have died if I would have fallen on those tracks.  I tried to expound this thought in my head that I was going to die.  I wasn’t going to die tomorrow because that’s ridiculous. 

The smell inside of the train was of rotting flesh and it made me nauseous.  I fumbled in my pocket and took some pain relievers.  I swallowed them hard while making faces from the taste.  I looked to my right and saw a large dorky man come and sit next to me.  Out of all of the other seats he could of sat in, the fat slob had to sit by me.  You could see the grease dripping off of his toupee.  With his plaid shirt that was tight around his gut and his work pants tinctured brown he seemed normal.  I tried to decide what the man did for a living.  I decided that either he is a janitor and a kleptomaniac or unemployed.  Either way, he didn’t seem normal to me and it made me conspicuous of him.  I felt like I couldn’t breathe in this horrid place.  This man was consuming all of my oxygen.  He’s trying to take all of my oxygen so I can’t breathe.  The blood dripping from my skull made my vision blurry.  I took my pills out again and took some more.  I kept thinking about that woman and her purple store. 

I must have passed out because I was suddenly woken by the train conductor.  This man wasn’t the friendly conductor that helped me before because his grip was firm and rigid.  He probably though I was some useless drunk.  I asked him what town this was and his response was mumble to me.  I had no idea what town I was in.  I noticed the greasy man that was stealing my oxygen tying his large shoe before leaving the station.  I decided to find a taxi.  Realizing that this was a small hick town I decided to head for a hotel that I saw signs for a few miles away.  I started walking down the street towards civilization and I heard footsteps behind me.  It didn’t really bother me at first but about ten minutes later when I still heard the constant stepping of a stranger footfalls getting faster then slowing down and repeating, I started to freak out.  I could feel the drum beats of his huge shoes banging against my rib cage.  It seemed like forever that I was walking with this pulsing click behind me. 

I decide to turn down a street so I can get a view of what this stalker looks like.  Out of the corner of my eye I see the greasy toupee with the stained brown pants.  The oxygen stealer wanted something more.  I try walking fast and faster and this man seems so persistent he won’t leave me alone.  My head is pounding so I take another pill.  I think about the old cruel lady in purple.  “You will die tomorrow and there will be nothing you can do about it.”  I suddenly double over in pain and I can see the greasy man coming up behind me through my legs.  He is saying something to me.  I start to straighten out and trot down the street.  He starts yelling something and waving his arms.  The oxygen stealer is getting close.  What could he want from me?  “You will die tomorrow...” is ringing in my ears.  I suddenly tumble to the ground and my knee makes a popping sound.  I check my watch and it’s 11:59pm.  I’ve been running from this killer for an hour!  I look behind me and see the greasy fat man running towards me screaming yet I cannot hear his words.  I look around franticly for something to throw at him to get him away but there is nothing.  I fumbled to my feet just in time and escaped his raging grasp.  I decided to make a sprint across the street hoping that it would get me away.  I dragged myself to the middle of the street and looked behind me and suddenly it was black.  No noise, no pain, no nothing.  Darkness. 

The news was all over the small friendly town the next day.  “Crazed man runs in front of semi-truck,” they said.  The interviewed a man that was coming home from his late night job of a janitor to his wife and kids at home.  He apparently saw the whole thing happen.  The police said the next day that they think the man had over dosed on prescription drugs.  That old woman might have been right, but at least I was right about one thing. He was a janitor. 

So Sara and I got onto the elevator today after picking up our mail in the lobby. We were talking about how Sara got some mail from someone and she has no idea who it is. Then about 20 seconds later the doors open, somebody gets on, but we were still on floor 1! I was very confused. We apparently forgot to press our floor button  lol Then we continued to tell this random guy that got on how we are idiots. Sara also told him about her random mail (like he cares). haha  I made fun of her for telling him but then when we got off on our floor she told some people standing there too. hahah We laughed... together... at sara..

I got  band tonight but otherwise nothing until then. I'll probably sleep because I'm a bum. or do my HW. Gregs coming in tonight. And theres a party tonight.   Late night either way :-P

So I'm here! I just completed my week of band camp hell! I'm sunburnt, sore, and tired. But I really enjoyed it and met a bunch of new people so I'm happy. (except no cute guys yet!) Today was my 1st day of classes and it wasn't bad at all, obviously it wont be bad for a while lol.  Well, my roomate moved out so I'm the only one in my room now. Feel free to visit me and/or call me.

Tata