You guys suck, 'cause you didn't come! ('cept Lizzies)
I think I'm suffering from a post Fright Night hangover. Have you ever gotten that feeling where you put 110% of yourself into something, and then just have it end? And your just sitting there thinking that's it?
The only feeling that's really anything like it is that feeling you get christmas afternoon. All the presants have been opened, you had your dinner, everyone is getting ready to leave... Anyway, that's sort of how I feel now. Fright Night was last night, we spent all day practicing. We preformed, it was great. We finished, congradulated eachother, cleaned up, and left. It was over, just like that.
So, to make myself feel better, I'm going to do a bit of remnicing.
For me, practice is the best part. All the stupid and silly things that happen, which I'm going to write about now, but you guys will probably not get.
Ready, here we go!
A few little disjointed nugets of stupid.
Mr. Curran: Captain Barbossa, you sexy beast!
Mr. Curran: Captain Barbossa, you beast!
Mr. Thomas (aka Barbossa): Yes, I'm a sexy beast.
Hannah: Did you know adding "If you know what I mean" to any sentance makes it dirty?
Me: OMFG FOOD PARTY!
Mrs. Curran: But honey, we don't play karate!
Michael: Oh, boxboxbox, help me box!
My dad: This is the first candie I ever gave you, you ate it, and then said, numnumnum.
Chelsea: We have the stigma! Jenova is calling the reunion!
Me (again): Have YOU had your 24 ounces of milk yet today?
Kenny: Ah, servant C, have you gotten Mr. Watkin's his strawberry daquery yet?
Well, I can't think of any more now, but there were many more of these sorts of things.
Oh, and on a final note, if anyone buys me the Sims 2 pets, I will love them forever.
The only feeling that's really anything like it is that feeling you get christmas afternoon. All the presants have been opened, you had your dinner, everyone is getting ready to leave... Anyway, that's sort of how I feel now. Fright Night was last night, we spent all day practicing. We preformed, it was great. We finished, congradulated eachother, cleaned up, and left. It was over, just like that.
So, to make myself feel better, I'm going to do a bit of remnicing.
For me, practice is the best part. All the stupid and silly things that happen, which I'm going to write about now, but you guys will probably not get.
Ready, here we go!
A few little disjointed nugets of stupid.
Mr. Curran: Captain Barbossa, you sexy beast!
Mr. Curran: Captain Barbossa, you beast!
Mr. Thomas (aka Barbossa): Yes, I'm a sexy beast.
Hannah: Did you know adding "If you know what I mean" to any sentance makes it dirty?
Me: OMFG FOOD PARTY!
Mrs. Curran: But honey, we don't play karate!
Michael: Oh, boxboxbox, help me box!
My dad: This is the first candie I ever gave you, you ate it, and then said, numnumnum.
Chelsea: We have the stigma! Jenova is calling the reunion!
Me (again): Have YOU had your 24 ounces of milk yet today?
Kenny: Ah, servant C, have you gotten Mr. Watkin's his strawberry daquery yet?
Well, I can't think of any more now, but there were many more of these sorts of things.
Oh, and on a final note, if anyone buys me the Sims 2 pets, I will love them forever.