Wake Up Call

Band got 3rd place for marching for sports day. Staying under the tent was just.
Hot.
Smelly.
Hot.
Smelly.
Hot & Smelly.
Smelly & Hot.

Distress seems to be influencing me, half the time I'm easily irritated. I've got no means to release this distress other than *cough* "expressing myself forcefully". Don't ask, even I have no idea.

Yala, you know, life is so pointless right now. We have mid-terms coming up, band members have band competition and everyone has a load of other stuff in our little lives. Sum of them all?

"Forty Two"
(Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, priceless quote)

So I'm not perfect. Do correct me if I speak out of turn, do something awful or plain insult someone. I'd hate to miss my lesson.