IN T(for tranny) MINUS SIXTEEN HOURS...
...is the 25th Annual Gustavus Drag Show (ok more like 5th). And so far...it's a bit of a mess. Sigh. The past week has been a mix of random problems, plus the performer I hired/a bunch of the acts canceling on me and me begging more people to be in the show. Why do I have to beg gay dance/theatre majors in Queers and Allies to be in a drag show sponsored by Queers and Allies...? YOUR MAJOR INVOLVES DANCING IN FRONT OF PEOPLE AND ACTING LIKE SOMEONE YOU ARE NOT; DO IT BITCH!!! GET YOUR ASS ON-STAGE AND DROP IT LIKE IT'S MOTHERFUCKING HAWTTT!!!1!4u%h!!#!$ I have a nice soundsystem for the caf, I have my emcee/performer I hired for big $$$ back, and I have twice as many acts as I had earlier today. The thunderclouds are parting. But damn; that was hectic.
I'm pretty damn sure I'm gonna be dropping my stupid Modern China history course (which I should never have signed up for in the first place), but at this point I'm on bad terms with my Age of Conquest professor --- let's just say I hope he let's me stay IN his course. Dammit. Sometimes I wish I had a robot companion who would inject me with ritalin or taser me every time I put off writing a paper. It's name would be Shockatron 5000, and it would also have an appendage with a can opener digit, since I am living off canned food these days. It could taser my canned soup and heat it instantly, then inject ritalin into the soup and serve it to me! Genius.
Maybe it's stupid...but I'm pretty anxious about being in drag in front of my boyfriend. Which is funny because I couldn't give a fuck about being in drag in front of basically anyone on the planet. Doing a routine to How Many Licks in front of the pope? I'd grind that mofo! Ok no I wouldn't; he probably smells like old man. My point still stands. It's weird for some reason...probably because I finally found a dude I like who's not like other gay guys and it would kill me if that changed his image of me for the worse.
I am going to smoke SO MUCH this weekend and not feel the least bit guilty. Until Sunday rolls around, at which point I will attempt to homework my ass off.
I'm pretty damn sure I'm gonna be dropping my stupid Modern China history course (which I should never have signed up for in the first place), but at this point I'm on bad terms with my Age of Conquest professor --- let's just say I hope he let's me stay IN his course. Dammit. Sometimes I wish I had a robot companion who would inject me with ritalin or taser me every time I put off writing a paper. It's name would be Shockatron 5000, and it would also have an appendage with a can opener digit, since I am living off canned food these days. It could taser my canned soup and heat it instantly, then inject ritalin into the soup and serve it to me! Genius.
Maybe it's stupid...but I'm pretty anxious about being in drag in front of my boyfriend. Which is funny because I couldn't give a fuck about being in drag in front of basically anyone on the planet. Doing a routine to How Many Licks in front of the pope? I'd grind that mofo! Ok no I wouldn't; he probably smells like old man. My point still stands. It's weird for some reason...probably because I finally found a dude I like who's not like other gay guys and it would kill me if that changed his image of me for the worse.
I am going to smoke SO MUCH this weekend and not feel the least bit guilty. Until Sunday rolls around, at which point I will attempt to homework my ass off.