checkin in to the funktastic infirmary (don't ask questions, just know i said it...)
Howdy, just checking in on stuff, so that way I can feel accomplished and know that things have been said. It's good for organization, I feel.
I was happy to see you all at my play Saturday. Note the sarcasm, I was slightly upset. I cried backstage. Not really, it's not that important, it was fairly mediocre to tell you the truth. I thought it went well, but the girls playing the Urchins didn't get harmonies that they had been working on since day one. Not to mention that I f-ed up micing again. Though admittedly not as severely as on Thursday, where it was the mic that did the f-ing up. I really liked doing my roles, though I sort of wished that I wasn't the plant. In reality, it would've freed me up a little so that I could play the other roles that the actor's supposed to play, and they could've also found somebody better like, oh I dunno, someone who's actually black? If you don't get me, see the movie Little Shop of Horrors, and it'll make more sense.
My band's got another show, it's at Katie Lucas's civic virtue exhibition thing on June 10th I believe, but since there are a lot of acts, we'll only end up playing a few songs. Come for the show, not us.
I'm having a more hellish week this week mainly because of my English paper due at the end of the week. I'm not a huge English fan this year. Mind you, Ms. Niedbala is an amazing teacher and I've grown a lot under her, but it has been through means of getting my grades f-ed up. I did well in her class second quarter, and that was it, after that it was average. This paper could propel me to the place I want to be propelled to, but I just don't know if that'll happen. Well we'll have to see.
Once again, just to beat a dead horse like a second time, I'M MAD EXCITED TO GO TO PROM!!! Pretty much all the preliminaries are worked out, except for that I...don't...haveatuxBUT...I 1) have a suit that could work and 2) could potentially borrow a tux from Ross. Or his plaid suit. Yeah that'd be awesome. Ross, if you're reading this, I'm looking straight at you, through my comp screen. How that's possible, don't ask, just know it is. Any dudes reading this going (or girls going with dudes), if you could help me work out an outfit situation, the suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
That's about it for now, life's okay. The good and bad are balancing each other out, so I can't complain that much. I'm happy that my sister is back, and that now my evenings are free to do more crap like this.
Peace, I'm gone like a Russian tsar in a peasant revolution (yeah, I am getting better, what now son?!!)
I was happy to see you all at my play Saturday. Note the sarcasm, I was slightly upset. I cried backstage. Not really, it's not that important, it was fairly mediocre to tell you the truth. I thought it went well, but the girls playing the Urchins didn't get harmonies that they had been working on since day one. Not to mention that I f-ed up micing again. Though admittedly not as severely as on Thursday, where it was the mic that did the f-ing up. I really liked doing my roles, though I sort of wished that I wasn't the plant. In reality, it would've freed me up a little so that I could play the other roles that the actor's supposed to play, and they could've also found somebody better like, oh I dunno, someone who's actually black? If you don't get me, see the movie Little Shop of Horrors, and it'll make more sense.
My band's got another show, it's at Katie Lucas's civic virtue exhibition thing on June 10th I believe, but since there are a lot of acts, we'll only end up playing a few songs. Come for the show, not us.
I'm having a more hellish week this week mainly because of my English paper due at the end of the week. I'm not a huge English fan this year. Mind you, Ms. Niedbala is an amazing teacher and I've grown a lot under her, but it has been through means of getting my grades f-ed up. I did well in her class second quarter, and that was it, after that it was average. This paper could propel me to the place I want to be propelled to, but I just don't know if that'll happen. Well we'll have to see.
Once again, just to beat a dead horse like a second time, I'M MAD EXCITED TO GO TO PROM!!! Pretty much all the preliminaries are worked out, except for that I...don't...haveatuxBUT...I 1) have a suit that could work and 2) could potentially borrow a tux from Ross. Or his plaid suit. Yeah that'd be awesome. Ross, if you're reading this, I'm looking straight at you, through my comp screen. How that's possible, don't ask, just know it is. Any dudes reading this going (or girls going with dudes), if you could help me work out an outfit situation, the suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
That's about it for now, life's okay. The good and bad are balancing each other out, so I can't complain that much. I'm happy that my sister is back, and that now my evenings are free to do more crap like this.
Peace, I'm gone like a Russian tsar in a peasant revolution (yeah, I am getting better, what now son?!!)