Shag Ball!
Ok, I need to post.
I feel like there are tons of things that happened over the weekend... and when they happen I think of posting them here on LJ but if I dont actually do it THAT night, I forget it.
SO we'll just review the whole weekend.
Friday, Rehearsal for contract, than Halloween party. :) Dont have pics yet, but soon to come. The sexual energy was strangely high that night. Everyone wanted to fuck. Was definitely a good night, even though I thought it might be shitty cause I really didnt want to see some of those people at the party.
Saturday, Rehearsal and show ALLL DAY. so that ment work from 1- 10:30, which is funny, cause the show was 8 minutes long! ALOT of waiting for just 8 minutes thats for sure. It was for the Canadian Olympic Committee and supposedly Alexandre Despatie was there. OH my lord he's my husband.
Sunday was chill, than in the evening I had training which was really hard.
Overall good weekend.
Whatever. Im so Ready to go home.
Theres this one bitch at school who's driving me crazy. She thinks shes a princess, talks about herself alot. And makes fun of people in front of their face. LIke for instance today, I was saying something in French and she was making fun of the way I said it (this was morning btw) and then like at the end of the day we were talking and she started making fun of me again! I was like wtf, I said You try speaking in english and than lets see how good you are! OH mais Thomas cest pas mechant tsais! Whatever.
Its just like.... its stupid little critisicms like that that kinda cut into you little and little. Like when people make jokes about me being a fag, I know they are joking, cause they are friends, but at the same time. It hurts, and it really gets to you. It just scratches away until you have had enough and just want to burst. I feel like Im like that alot here in Quebec, Really just ready to burst.
Which is funny because Im sure if I bursted (at someone) they might not even understand cause they dont speak english (since I cant "burst" in french).
Whatever. 1 month 1 month 1 month 1 month.
1 month than italy, than home.
Oh please come quicker.
I feel like there are tons of things that happened over the weekend... and when they happen I think of posting them here on LJ but if I dont actually do it THAT night, I forget it.
SO we'll just review the whole weekend.
Friday, Rehearsal for contract, than Halloween party. :) Dont have pics yet, but soon to come. The sexual energy was strangely high that night. Everyone wanted to fuck. Was definitely a good night, even though I thought it might be shitty cause I really didnt want to see some of those people at the party.
Saturday, Rehearsal and show ALLL DAY. so that ment work from 1- 10:30, which is funny, cause the show was 8 minutes long! ALOT of waiting for just 8 minutes thats for sure. It was for the Canadian Olympic Committee and supposedly Alexandre Despatie was there. OH my lord he's my husband.
Sunday was chill, than in the evening I had training which was really hard.
Overall good weekend.
Whatever. Im so Ready to go home.
Theres this one bitch at school who's driving me crazy. She thinks shes a princess, talks about herself alot. And makes fun of people in front of their face. LIke for instance today, I was saying something in French and she was making fun of the way I said it (this was morning btw) and then like at the end of the day we were talking and she started making fun of me again! I was like wtf, I said You try speaking in english and than lets see how good you are! OH mais Thomas cest pas mechant tsais! Whatever.
Its just like.... its stupid little critisicms like that that kinda cut into you little and little. Like when people make jokes about me being a fag, I know they are joking, cause they are friends, but at the same time. It hurts, and it really gets to you. It just scratches away until you have had enough and just want to burst. I feel like Im like that alot here in Quebec, Really just ready to burst.
Which is funny because Im sure if I bursted (at someone) they might not even understand cause they dont speak english (since I cant "burst" in french).
Whatever. 1 month 1 month 1 month 1 month.
1 month than italy, than home.
Oh please come quicker.