it restates the negativeness of the universe
Ok well today was really good. It started off with a test in history, which was evil and uncalled for, but I think I did alright considering how wiped out I was. Then it was writer's craft and Kristin threw her marbles all over the floor. After that I finished some pressing work, ate lunch, and acted with Evan as the sound and lighting prompters for the tech run through. Went to drama, went home, tried to pump myself up, failed, drank alot of coffee and cut myself shaving several times. I am so bad at shaving. I usually don't bother because I hate it and I cut myself way more then half the time. Then I danced around to Elvis Costello and my dad's weird Brazillian dance records in my basement while I had a grilled cheese. That is like my favorite passtime in the world. There is nowhere I would rather be then alone in my basement, making grilled cheese, and dancing spastically. It is the ultimate stress reliever.
Went back to school to prep for ROUND I of Play it Again, Sam. I didn't have much to do except get myself ready and get pumped with the rest of the class, so that was fun. I was not actually nervous, though I did feel rather ill for unrelated reasons. I was slightly afraid I would forget how to freestyle dance onstage, so I just chilled. it was nice. We preformed the play, I think it went pretty well, I was very happy with my own part, though methinks my dancing could have been a bit better. Tomorrow.
Now, I am pumped and eating pasta. I reheated it in my new space age microwave that converses with me and does all the re-heating work. WTF, it is like living at Julia's house. I am never going near our ghetto microwave again. Then George sat there waiting for me and followed me upstairs. Now he lies on my floor.
(sorry, I had to do it) OMFG CUTE.
Actually, in retelling it, the day did start kinda shit. But it got better and I feel good now. But I am too pumped to sleep. I am still pumped from preforming. I am pumped for doing it again even better tomorrow. I am pumped for partying afterwards.
Went back to school to prep for ROUND I of Play it Again, Sam. I didn't have much to do except get myself ready and get pumped with the rest of the class, so that was fun. I was not actually nervous, though I did feel rather ill for unrelated reasons. I was slightly afraid I would forget how to freestyle dance onstage, so I just chilled. it was nice. We preformed the play, I think it went pretty well, I was very happy with my own part, though methinks my dancing could have been a bit better. Tomorrow.
Now, I am pumped and eating pasta. I reheated it in my new space age microwave that converses with me and does all the re-heating work. WTF, it is like living at Julia's house. I am never going near our ghetto microwave again. Then George sat there waiting for me and followed me upstairs. Now he lies on my floor.
(sorry, I had to do it) OMFG CUTE.
Actually, in retelling it, the day did start kinda shit. But it got better and I feel good now. But I am too pumped to sleep. I am still pumped from preforming. I am pumped for doing it again even better tomorrow. I am pumped for partying afterwards.