coffeehouse and blah
coffeehouse update:
two mistakes in both hands.
we stayed on key for fraggle rock.
i skinned my knee through my jeans during scotsman.
men was better than during warmups.
i planted a fully-by-surprise fakekiss on nomi at the appropriate moment in our newest song.
brett and stan seemed fully nonplussed. we weren't exactly plussing material, tonight.
crew got twelve dollars in the bucket. it was all paid to chums because we still owed them $30. now rachael and sarah think we won't do a coffeehouse again. i feel like most of this is my fault for not publicizing and maybe not asking around enough? i mean, i asked six or eight groups and the only ones that could were a fraction of my own group and two of the team president's friends. the date, though, was totally NOT me; it was varsitycoxswainscott allllll the way, and this was the one day we told him not to get (because he fucking got this date last year and even I couldn't come last year and ARGH).
workout was also nasty. did not keep my goal split AT ALL and i got new scratches on my inner arm from the knee brace.
currently consoling myself with a little booze and lots of chocolate. i may regret it tomorrow; i may regret it in an hour. but now, GARRRRR.
still have to find another one-fourth of my room that i can put in a suitcase.
this time tomorrow i'll be home. i'm really looking forward to it.
although a good was the quote of tonight:
"Grad 150E7... we have massive breasts." of chicken.
it's almost down to freezing outside. it's supposed to snow tonight and tomorrow. better not delay my plane, biotch.
two mistakes in both hands.
we stayed on key for fraggle rock.
i skinned my knee through my jeans during scotsman.
men was better than during warmups.
i planted a fully-by-surprise fakekiss on nomi at the appropriate moment in our newest song.
brett and stan seemed fully nonplussed. we weren't exactly plussing material, tonight.
crew got twelve dollars in the bucket. it was all paid to chums because we still owed them $30. now rachael and sarah think we won't do a coffeehouse again. i feel like most of this is my fault for not publicizing and maybe not asking around enough? i mean, i asked six or eight groups and the only ones that could were a fraction of my own group and two of the team president's friends. the date, though, was totally NOT me; it was varsitycoxswainscott allllll the way, and this was the one day we told him not to get (because he fucking got this date last year and even I couldn't come last year and ARGH).
workout was also nasty. did not keep my goal split AT ALL and i got new scratches on my inner arm from the knee brace.
currently consoling myself with a little booze and lots of chocolate. i may regret it tomorrow; i may regret it in an hour. but now, GARRRRR.
still have to find another one-fourth of my room that i can put in a suitcase.
this time tomorrow i'll be home. i'm really looking forward to it.
although a good was the quote of tonight:
"Grad 150E7... we have massive breasts." of chicken.
it's almost down to freezing outside. it's supposed to snow tonight and tomorrow. better not delay my plane, biotch.