Why do I do this, again? (Because I love it?)
Yesterday was the definition of exhausting. Seriously.
As one of my friend's boyfriend said, our concert was longer than Conan O'Brien's run on The Tonight Show. Almost literally. We started at 7.30 PM, and we left the stage at 10.15 PM. I'm not even kidding. So much for the schedule saying we'd be back here at 11.00 PM.
We left here at 1.30 PM, got to Copperas at around 3.00, rehearsed from about 3.15 to about 6.15, ate and changed and warmed up in about 45 minutes. If there's one thing (well, two) that I'm thankful to marching band for, it's teaching me how to eat fast, and change fast.
It wasn't a bad concert. Our part, personally, went spectacularly, and we were actually more in tune than usual. Tomorrow night is our second time playing this set, and it should be even better, what with playing on out home stage and having had the Copperas run through.
The Super Bowl is tonight, and I have no party to go to, unlike all of my friends. I wish I did, I'd like to get out of this stupid dorm room, but the only place I can think to go to is Common Grounds, and I've spent way too much money there recently. I know I'm just feeling sorry for myself, but I do. I'm so tired of being holed up in this stupid little room, by myself. I hate it.
This week is TMEA, the beginning of the Olympics, and an auction to help various charities that I'm participating in, plus a concert, a convocation, and the dreaded Sunday I'll be wearing all black on. It's a little insane. I haven't even looked beyond that. I have no clue what is going on after that.
Well, I'm going to watch the Super Bowl now that Ace of Cakes is over.
-k-
As one of my friend's boyfriend said, our concert was longer than Conan O'Brien's run on The Tonight Show. Almost literally. We started at 7.30 PM, and we left the stage at 10.15 PM. I'm not even kidding. So much for the schedule saying we'd be back here at 11.00 PM.
We left here at 1.30 PM, got to Copperas at around 3.00, rehearsed from about 3.15 to about 6.15, ate and changed and warmed up in about 45 minutes. If there's one thing (well, two) that I'm thankful to marching band for, it's teaching me how to eat fast, and change fast.
It wasn't a bad concert. Our part, personally, went spectacularly, and we were actually more in tune than usual. Tomorrow night is our second time playing this set, and it should be even better, what with playing on out home stage and having had the Copperas run through.
The Super Bowl is tonight, and I have no party to go to, unlike all of my friends. I wish I did, I'd like to get out of this stupid dorm room, but the only place I can think to go to is Common Grounds, and I've spent way too much money there recently. I know I'm just feeling sorry for myself, but I do. I'm so tired of being holed up in this stupid little room, by myself. I hate it.
This week is TMEA, the beginning of the Olympics, and an auction to help various charities that I'm participating in, plus a concert, a convocation, and the dreaded Sunday I'll be wearing all black on. It's a little insane. I haven't even looked beyond that. I have no clue what is going on after that.
Well, I'm going to watch the Super Bowl now that Ace of Cakes is over.
-k-