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So it's been a while, like it always has, since I've updated. I usually don't like to update for an extensive period of time because then then I have more to talk about.
First up, Improv's been kicking some ass. I'm getting better every practice. I need to work on not laughing at funny things cuase that leads to breaking character. Tuesday were doing a 30 minute show at MCC for a leadership conference, should be fun as hell.
Second, the combination of madrigals and improv is lethal
last week there wasn't one night when I could go home from school and try to do my homework. Monday night it was madrigals, Tuesday it was improv then a choir concert. Wednesday madrigals right afterschool, Thursday was improv. May not be harsh compared to your busy schedule but for me thats rough.
Next up was friday spent at Bernotas Middle School, or for those of you who don't hable gay school names, North Middle School or North Junior High. I preformed for 7th and 8th graders all day in Mr. Szalaj's class. I played guitar and sang some songs for the little kid's. There were a few kids who didn't give a shit but thats exactly what you suspect from middle school kids. All those kids like shitty music, I would ask them there favorite bands so maybe I could play a song by them and they were all like "Anti-Flag", "The Vandals", "NOFX". A lot of stuff some of my friends listened to in 8th grade. My how time changes things.
Later on that day I talked to some old teachers. I talked to Mrs. Mackenzie and she thought it was awesome that I had joined choir even though I should have in middle school. I talked to Mrs. Campisi for like 3 seconds and walked around the school which brought back tons of memories. Like when Kurt and Nate got ratted out for pissing in the corner of the bathroom by a 6th graders or when Kurt got sent to the box for farting. I almost forgot that I talked to Ms. Fleider, she remembered my right away and asked me If I ever got my door back. In her class in 8th grade I told the class the story of how my door broke cuase Noah pushed me through it. I told her since Noah went off to college I got his room.
Finally, last night I played poker. I was doing exceptionally well. I got some really fucking good hands but also played them good too. I ended up with 19 dollars but had payed off 5 dollars of debt and 10 to Colin for a gram of danks which I plan on smoking tonight.
C'est fini.
Ton ami ( Oh yeah, I'm dropping french, Madame's a bitch)
DANYOLL
First up, Improv's been kicking some ass. I'm getting better every practice. I need to work on not laughing at funny things cuase that leads to breaking character. Tuesday were doing a 30 minute show at MCC for a leadership conference, should be fun as hell.
Second, the combination of madrigals and improv is lethal
last week there wasn't one night when I could go home from school and try to do my homework. Monday night it was madrigals, Tuesday it was improv then a choir concert. Wednesday madrigals right afterschool, Thursday was improv. May not be harsh compared to your busy schedule but for me thats rough.
Next up was friday spent at Bernotas Middle School, or for those of you who don't hable gay school names, North Middle School or North Junior High. I preformed for 7th and 8th graders all day in Mr. Szalaj's class. I played guitar and sang some songs for the little kid's. There were a few kids who didn't give a shit but thats exactly what you suspect from middle school kids. All those kids like shitty music, I would ask them there favorite bands so maybe I could play a song by them and they were all like "Anti-Flag", "The Vandals", "NOFX". A lot of stuff some of my friends listened to in 8th grade. My how time changes things.
Later on that day I talked to some old teachers. I talked to Mrs. Mackenzie and she thought it was awesome that I had joined choir even though I should have in middle school. I talked to Mrs. Campisi for like 3 seconds and walked around the school which brought back tons of memories. Like when Kurt and Nate got ratted out for pissing in the corner of the bathroom by a 6th graders or when Kurt got sent to the box for farting. I almost forgot that I talked to Ms. Fleider, she remembered my right away and asked me If I ever got my door back. In her class in 8th grade I told the class the story of how my door broke cuase Noah pushed me through it. I told her since Noah went off to college I got his room.
Finally, last night I played poker. I was doing exceptionally well. I got some really fucking good hands but also played them good too. I ended up with 19 dollars but had payed off 5 dollars of debt and 10 to Colin for a gram of danks which I plan on smoking tonight.
C'est fini.
Ton ami ( Oh yeah, I'm dropping french, Madame's a bitch)
DANYOLL