A funny thing happened on the way to the gas station...

Holy. Crap.

So Mark and I were on our way to the Volkswagon dealership today because he is insterested in buying a pre-owned Jetta (we didn't end up getting there because we didn't have time but that's another story). On the way to fill up his tires with air, my sister calls.

"Natalie, what are you doing for the next two weeks?"

What a vague question.

"I don't know...why?"

"Josh Robichaux just called me. St. Thomas More's band really needs a pit instructor for the next two weeks for their band camp. It's at St. Thomas More. You can live with me. You really should do this, they pay well and it'd be a great experience for you."

"Um, Rachelle, I haven't picked up mallets in the past two years."

"It doesn't matter. They really need someone. You can do it; it's easy. Trust me. I'll help you."

"You can't think of ANYONE else?"

"Not really."

After making many phone calls, including Magan who helped me out a LOT and my mom, and Mark's encouraging words although he doesn't really know what the hell I'm in for, I hesitantly agreed.

So if you're looking for me for the next two weeks, I'll be living in Lafayette with my sister and 3 crazy dogs. I'll be working 8-5. Then when I come back, that Sunday the Reveille starts. I have to completely switch gears into newspaper mode. I started out the summer in politics mode, now I'm in music mode, then newspaper mode. It's like, all three professions I've considered in one summer. I am on a roller coaster ride.

Today I'm going to buy a sports watch and some ankle socks. I chopped off all my nails. I may chop off my hair. I need to finish The Da Vinci code. I have about 100 pages left. Things are freakin' NUTS!

I just e-mailed Mr. Tim at E.D. White to see if I can sneak in their bandroom and play an instrument for a while to try and remember SOMETHING. ANYTHING.

EDIT: I just made a hair appointment for today. I called mom and asked, "Do you think I should cut my hair off for band camp??" She said it's up to me. I figured it may be impossible to get an appointment for today or tomorrow, so I said, "I'll call them. If there is no appointment available, I'll consider it fate. If there IS, then that's fate too."

I called. They have me down for an HOUR from now. I'm freaking OUTTTTTTTTTT. The thing that sucks is I have no pics of my sister to show her how I want it done. So I will have to try and describe it. I may chicken out and just get a trim.

ACK.