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hey guys! guess what! i've made a second blog, @gray-culture-is ! i was very inspired by some of the other culture-is blogs here on tumblr, so i decided that since i have no life i was going to start my own! the blog is for graysexual/grayromantic people, so if you're one of these, go ahead and check it out! would mean a lot <3 you may now return to your tumblr scrolling, happy travels!

forget going on a cute picnic date in the woods, take me to set some shit on fire and i'll be yours forever.

so summer band has started up! today was only day two but here are my rantings so far. for context: sixlets = sixth graders, sevies = seventh graders. they're technically seventh and eighth graders now but my brain cant comprehend that. not only do we have the sixlets to deal with (i don't blame them, they've never marched before and we're cramming a month's worth of info into two weeks of time), but we also have the sevies who are almost as bad as the sixlets because their first year of marching (where you learn all the essentials) was cut short by covid. so basically everyone is counting on the upperclassmen (which includes me) to know everything. i am a percussionist. i know everything i need to know, most of it self-taught since i joined band seventh grade year, after everyone had pretty much already learned their instruments. i have marched cymbals pretty much the whole time, but band teacher decided to pull a switcheroo and now i'm marching bass drum. so i know everything i need to know, but now im having to completely relearn it as a new instrument. bass drum heavy, shoulders and back a c h e. today i had to help two sixlets mount up their bass drums and by the time i mounted my own up i was left with a shitty mount that was too big and dug into my legs (the bottom is supposed to sit on your stomach) the bass drum line was an absolute fucking mess today. made the mistake of letting a sevie be right guide (the person on the far right of the row, their job is to keep the distance between their line and the line ahead of them even), she had an empty space in front of her so she kept going up too far. which, in turn, made it so some of us couldn't follow since we had people in front of us. not to mention the sixlets had no clue what they were doing and weren't in line the entire time. even the highschooler in our row was having trouble staying in line. so yeah. everything fucking hurts and we're only on day two. this is gonna be pleasant.

there's no feeling like being aggressively complimented.

does anyone else ever just realize "oh wow i am painfully alone all the time" and then proceed to craft yet another complex and detailed scenario in a fantasy world you inserted yourself into where you're loved by all your favorite characters so you don't feel alone anymore? yeah me too let's be besties <3

i'd tell you guys happy fourth but i honestly hate this god damn holiday so like happy july i guess? i dunno, june is better.

you know you're pretty decent at writing when you're making yourself cry.

someone in a discord server pointed out earlier that technically every mirror you'll ever buy is used and i haven't been able to stop thinking about it for hours so now you get to suffer with me tumblr