Thursdays...are normally my good days...
I guess if it wasn't, then today would've SUCKED! ><
Ok, so it wasnt that bad. Just long. And semi-sucky.
English we did a self assesment (I gave myself a B. Whoo?). We had fun in Physics doing a lab and pretending to work, and emailing this one guy (some crazy illusionist) a love letter. That was really hilarious, to be honest. Lunch was...lunchy? Theatre just sorta was, nothing too exciting happened, and then we got to rehersal. After sort of lounging around outside for an hour and a half, we moved into the recital hall at 4, and began to run the show, with a majority of us still doing poorly on lines (myself included. I'm working on it Tammy, I swear!). A note to y'all - you memorize better when well rested, so dont sacrifice hours of sleep for trying to cram lines you wont retain. We ended up not finishing the show in 3 hours (we had to cut the last scene), but RL still hasnt begun screaming yet...*shrug*
Now, the drive home was the fun part. I had a Den Meeting (Cub Scouts, joy!) at 7:30, and rehearsal ended at 7, and this was on the other side of the neighborhood, around Ox road. So I was in a half-rush to get Tammy, Jason (who both live in the same neighborhood) as well as the Jennings brothers (who live on the way down to Ox, so that wasnt a biggie).
First of all, Jason was messing with my MP3 player when we were coming out of the parking lot. Touching a white boy's MP3 player is kidna like touching a Black man's radio: You just dont do it, else you walk home. But, I regained control, so things ended up alright in that regard. Now, the real fun was when I tried to turn into Jason's neighborhood. See, I was trying to get into the left lane, but traffic was kinda heavy, so when I turn on my blinker, there's this frikkin huge BRIGHT YELLOW MONSTER SUV who insisted on not slowing down for me. Jackass. And then, I swear we saw the same guy coming out of Tammie's neighborhood. THAT right there was freaky as hell, I'll tell ya.
Then, as we were turning right, we came up to the stoplight and some stupid retard in a plumbing van tries to pull from his lane into my lane, like right in front of me. We dont hit, dont worry about that, but he stops right in front of me, so I slow down, and start to make my way around him, thinking that he's letting me go. But of course, I was wrong. He keeps pulling out, shoves his way in front of me, and then goes. So, at Mark's incitation, I honk the horn at him and flip him one. He lets a measly honk back, which he had no right to do (bastard), because he was just being a douchebag. It was funny, the way I screamed "F*ck!" again and again at the top of my lungs in the car reminded Mark like RAW. A lot. It's now officially official, I have inherited Robert's soul of the theatre.
Fortunately, I got to the meeting without much more trouble, and that went somewhat smoothly, thank God, and got home from that just fine. I dont have any homework, and dont plan on staying too long up, because sleep = good.
If not a good Thursday, at least it is made of the stuff of telling stories.
Ok, so it wasnt that bad. Just long. And semi-sucky.
English we did a self assesment (I gave myself a B. Whoo?). We had fun in Physics doing a lab and pretending to work, and emailing this one guy (some crazy illusionist) a love letter. That was really hilarious, to be honest. Lunch was...lunchy? Theatre just sorta was, nothing too exciting happened, and then we got to rehersal. After sort of lounging around outside for an hour and a half, we moved into the recital hall at 4, and began to run the show, with a majority of us still doing poorly on lines (myself included. I'm working on it Tammy, I swear!). A note to y'all - you memorize better when well rested, so dont sacrifice hours of sleep for trying to cram lines you wont retain. We ended up not finishing the show in 3 hours (we had to cut the last scene), but RL still hasnt begun screaming yet...*shrug*
Now, the drive home was the fun part. I had a Den Meeting (Cub Scouts, joy!) at 7:30, and rehearsal ended at 7, and this was on the other side of the neighborhood, around Ox road. So I was in a half-rush to get Tammy, Jason (who both live in the same neighborhood) as well as the Jennings brothers (who live on the way down to Ox, so that wasnt a biggie).
First of all, Jason was messing with my MP3 player when we were coming out of the parking lot. Touching a white boy's MP3 player is kidna like touching a Black man's radio: You just dont do it, else you walk home. But, I regained control, so things ended up alright in that regard. Now, the real fun was when I tried to turn into Jason's neighborhood. See, I was trying to get into the left lane, but traffic was kinda heavy, so when I turn on my blinker, there's this frikkin huge BRIGHT YELLOW MONSTER SUV who insisted on not slowing down for me. Jackass. And then, I swear we saw the same guy coming out of Tammie's neighborhood. THAT right there was freaky as hell, I'll tell ya.
Then, as we were turning right, we came up to the stoplight and some stupid retard in a plumbing van tries to pull from his lane into my lane, like right in front of me. We dont hit, dont worry about that, but he stops right in front of me, so I slow down, and start to make my way around him, thinking that he's letting me go. But of course, I was wrong. He keeps pulling out, shoves his way in front of me, and then goes. So, at Mark's incitation, I honk the horn at him and flip him one. He lets a measly honk back, which he had no right to do (bastard), because he was just being a douchebag. It was funny, the way I screamed "F*ck!" again and again at the top of my lungs in the car reminded Mark like RAW. A lot. It's now officially official, I have inherited Robert's soul of the theatre.
Fortunately, I got to the meeting without much more trouble, and that went somewhat smoothly, thank God, and got home from that just fine. I dont have any homework, and dont plan on staying too long up, because sleep = good.
If not a good Thursday, at least it is made of the stuff of telling stories.