Body not obeying me . . .
Okay, so I've been feeling much better emotionally lately. My body on the other hand . . .
Rehearsal was exhausting on Tuesday night, and after that I was up until 2 A.M. writing my James Joyce paper while my body ached (The Moustrap may not seem like a physically trying play, but my character is tensed up for most of her stagetime. It takes a toll on the muscles after three hours). So today I was quite tired. I didn't even do my Humanities reading last night (I tried, but one look at John Locke made me say "Fuck this!") but I was able to BS my way through it by ranting about the government as I always do and Norton continues to love me. She gave back our midterms and I got an A+. After my tiring day, and as I only had a half hour of rehearsal tonight, I decided to reward myself by shopping tonight with the money I've made from tutoring. I got some snack supplies, new Nightiwsh CD and season 8 of The Simpsons! Now I have all the Simpsons I ever need on DVD. Anyway, I wrote a poem while I was out tonight. What do you think of it?
I hate parking lots, I'm cold
I hate parking lots, I'm cold
OH MY GOD, CARS ARE GOING TO KILL ME
I hate parking lots, I'm cold
I think it's my greatest literary work yet.
Rehearsal was exhausting on Tuesday night, and after that I was up until 2 A.M. writing my James Joyce paper while my body ached (The Moustrap may not seem like a physically trying play, but my character is tensed up for most of her stagetime. It takes a toll on the muscles after three hours). So today I was quite tired. I didn't even do my Humanities reading last night (I tried, but one look at John Locke made me say "Fuck this!") but I was able to BS my way through it by ranting about the government as I always do and Norton continues to love me. She gave back our midterms and I got an A+. After my tiring day, and as I only had a half hour of rehearsal tonight, I decided to reward myself by shopping tonight with the money I've made from tutoring. I got some snack supplies, new Nightiwsh CD and season 8 of The Simpsons! Now I have all the Simpsons I ever need on DVD. Anyway, I wrote a poem while I was out tonight. What do you think of it?
I hate parking lots, I'm cold
I hate parking lots, I'm cold
OH MY GOD, CARS ARE GOING TO KILL ME
I hate parking lots, I'm cold
I think it's my greatest literary work yet.