signs
OK... so the past two days have been kinda awesome... less the bad stuff
So since i had a 20 hour stretch of time free from weds into thursday... i decided to go down to williamsburg to visit my boy. also got to see my best friend and joanne... we were all going to go bowling, but got to the alley 2 min after it closed (thank you historic town)... so john, chris and i went back and just watched a movie... and by watched a movie, i mean john passed the fuck out about 20 min into it, as per the norm. then at dawn, and only about an hour after we went to sleep, we had to get up to move my car from one parking lot to another... again... thank you williamsburg, and instead of leaving when i was supposed to (at 9 in order to get back in time for my afternoon class) i decided i had my priorities and slept in till 1, at which point we got up, and i was on the road by two. but i got an amazing phone call saying that the class i was skipping was canceled anyway. see?! this is a fucking sign that this is meant to be (or maybe im just turning it into one, but none the less!)
anyway...now.. those of you who know me, know that the one man in my life who i love above any other, is seth. seth got sick on the way home. 4 times, seth decided that my pressing down on the gas pedal ment nothing to him, and he just stopped accelerating. but he was nice enough to coast for long enough for me to pull over. seth tried it.
so because of the extra time it took to get from WAM to middleburg, where im doing lights for a dance concert, i didnt have time to eat. so after i got home, jess, lauren and i, went to dennys. now im sick.
SHIT! i forgot, this one is good! so weds morning, singers did a concert for about... oh... lets say 15 middle schoolers. wow... that was worth putting on a suit at 8 AM... no wait.. im lieing. so were doing our set, and im singing like a good little boy, and then in the middle of about the 4th song, i can hear my voice start to go away. very very far away. to the point that i was no longer making sound. not a big deal i thought... at least were not doing the song in which i have a solo. 10 min later... "OK, we have some more time," said darla handley, "why dont we do 'the night we called it a day', featuring soloists casey and adam."... shit... yes ladies and gentlemen... an actual frog emerged from my throat as i sang the first word. and with a silent glance, dr handley looked at me and said "im so sorry."... this is why you tell a bitch youre going to do a song before you actually do it.
so im tweeking out, because i have a five page book review for a novel ive yet to start reading, a lab report, the startings of a research project, a memorized scene, a transcription of a sonnet, and last but not least, my directing notebook (at least a 60 page endeavor) all due next week.
i. am. so. fucked.
but... at least i have things in my life that somehow have the ability to bring me back to center. im happy kids. very fucking happy. like my face hurts from smiling sometimes. ok.. ill stop... i think you get the hint.
ok, im spent... just thought id update, cuz i was told i needed to.
later days and much love,
adam tiny
So since i had a 20 hour stretch of time free from weds into thursday... i decided to go down to williamsburg to visit my boy. also got to see my best friend and joanne... we were all going to go bowling, but got to the alley 2 min after it closed (thank you historic town)... so john, chris and i went back and just watched a movie... and by watched a movie, i mean john passed the fuck out about 20 min into it, as per the norm. then at dawn, and only about an hour after we went to sleep, we had to get up to move my car from one parking lot to another... again... thank you williamsburg, and instead of leaving when i was supposed to (at 9 in order to get back in time for my afternoon class) i decided i had my priorities and slept in till 1, at which point we got up, and i was on the road by two. but i got an amazing phone call saying that the class i was skipping was canceled anyway. see?! this is a fucking sign that this is meant to be (or maybe im just turning it into one, but none the less!)
anyway...now.. those of you who know me, know that the one man in my life who i love above any other, is seth. seth got sick on the way home. 4 times, seth decided that my pressing down on the gas pedal ment nothing to him, and he just stopped accelerating. but he was nice enough to coast for long enough for me to pull over. seth tried it.
so because of the extra time it took to get from WAM to middleburg, where im doing lights for a dance concert, i didnt have time to eat. so after i got home, jess, lauren and i, went to dennys. now im sick.
SHIT! i forgot, this one is good! so weds morning, singers did a concert for about... oh... lets say 15 middle schoolers. wow... that was worth putting on a suit at 8 AM... no wait.. im lieing. so were doing our set, and im singing like a good little boy, and then in the middle of about the 4th song, i can hear my voice start to go away. very very far away. to the point that i was no longer making sound. not a big deal i thought... at least were not doing the song in which i have a solo. 10 min later... "OK, we have some more time," said darla handley, "why dont we do 'the night we called it a day', featuring soloists casey and adam."... shit... yes ladies and gentlemen... an actual frog emerged from my throat as i sang the first word. and with a silent glance, dr handley looked at me and said "im so sorry."... this is why you tell a bitch youre going to do a song before you actually do it.
so im tweeking out, because i have a five page book review for a novel ive yet to start reading, a lab report, the startings of a research project, a memorized scene, a transcription of a sonnet, and last but not least, my directing notebook (at least a 60 page endeavor) all due next week.
i. am. so. fucked.
but... at least i have things in my life that somehow have the ability to bring me back to center. im happy kids. very fucking happy. like my face hurts from smiling sometimes. ok.. ill stop... i think you get the hint.
ok, im spent... just thought id update, cuz i was told i needed to.
later days and much love,
adam tiny