So this summer I’m playing trombone in this summer marching band thing which is terrible and I hate it, and two people in my section thought they would attempt to be clever and have a contest to see who could get the most spit on me which was really cute so now my shoes are covered in spit, which bothers me, and I think that this run-on sentence could go on just a bit longer.

I figure that if this summer continues in this manner, by the time school rolls around I will be just about ready to kill everyone.