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this is good. like may fat and sassy cat, i have no worries. a wave of shit/stress/hanging out with annoying bitches just passed and life is finally content, like that of a cat.
wtf. okay, so worst three days of my life. on the choir tour, our prof made us do a set of fucking 17 songs, and one was When David Heard which is the length of 3 songs, so a set of 20. everyone was so pissed off, even the diehard singers. i mean, she should have been thinking not only about the vocal/physical health of her students, but the audience having to sit through that shit. i'm so glad i didn't faint, i almost did at the last performance on the final song! and apparently two people left the stage. haha, i should have. but it's over. i'm done forever. weird. :/
the only good things on that trip were being on the west side, going to a sonic, and making conversational haikus in spokane.
A- "hey! what did ya get?"
N- "i got sweet and sour chicken"
N- "with a side of rice."
A- "how much did it cost?"
N- "i'm not telling you that...stuff."
A- "oh, so it's private?"
N- "most private, in fact."
A- "nicole, the bus is coming."
N- "that is cool...andrew."
it made more sense when we were standing in the cold waiting for the bus.
2 more weeks! bears, beats, battlestar galactica.