Dang tornado alarm screwing up our class. Mr. Shively, vocal instructor, just had to run out and tell all the band majors cowering in OUR basement to shut up. It was pretty odd, really. In a funny way. Shively’s that flamboyant guy everyone knows - not so sassy, but a really “Hey guuuuuyyyyss” kind of attitude. Now, imagine that guy running out the door to an explosively noisy basement, then “Hey could you SHUT UP please?” then complete awkward silence out there, complete hilarious silence in here. Even Mr. Stinar* couldn’t help but chuckle. Comedy Gold. Still, now, there’s people in here trying to act all tough, sarcastically saying “C’mon guys, or the tornado’ll get us...hehe…” I bet if the tornado were swooping their panties into the air, they’d still be douching around.

This floor is so cold, it’s like taking a dump in an igloo. It’s kind of funny. Nick was being a “disruption,” so Shively banished him to Studio A. The icing on the cake, however, was seeing him do the walk of shame with his backwards “YOLO”** cap holding up the rear. Priceless.

I feel so asocial writing here while everyone’s laughing their butts off. Not antisocial. That would mean I’m planning or wish to obliterate social activity. Asocial is the correct term. Learned that from a Senior, G-LO, when we were at the Broadmoor. Okay well I’m gonna socialize now so bai.