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my life is not shit.
godspell is shit.
my dirty house is shit.
physical labor and sunburn and itchy dry oil paint spilled down my right leg is shit (yes, I had to do the whole "L" thing with both hands to see which was was right and left).
my dad's side of the family is shit (some of them anyway).
Ahhhhh relief.
SOOOO funny story. Yesterday I was painting and i finished YES! and Sherry was like, hmmmm the guy who we hired isnt here, wanna scrape the outside and paint it too? and i thought "NO!" but i need money and she said Zach had started doing it.... and the way I am, competitive with a certain kind of people...heh... I had to. So i put on sun screen where I could, took off my shirt *screams for small children frightened* and put on a big "panama canal-looking" hat. So I slave away from 12-3-ish. near the end i put the paint primer on the ladder...the ladder that was unstable....and i caught the bucket as it fell. but a lot poured all down my leg. And of course im wearing my hole-y shorts. and of course im wearing these awesome green-striped undergarments which are one of my favorites and is now permanently white-stained... then i walked in town to pay a water bill....and people looked at me funny. i was covered in paint and all sweaty. YAY
then play rehearsal. Now that I KNOW I look completely stupid doing rock-ballet with Tay Harper of all people... With no breaks. thanks a ton mr. M.
"all right, everyone take a 3 minute water break. Except Tay and....and... uhh... oh yea, Jake *thats his name....*"
15 minutes later, after doing karate kicks, handstands, spins and jumps, and air guitar, cant forget the air guitar and electric shock betwixt me and Mr. Harper. So by this time im exhausted. and i get a call from mom when im home about food and taking care of animals and plants at home. and then i get a call from Marshall about his Papa Jim (man, the southern terminology for grandparents allways get me. papa this, mee-maw that. sigh...why cant we have inventive grand-parent names? Or grandparents that live for that matter.....sigh) who is at Duke about some stomach blood vein burst.... Now he wont walk with me and Rach in the morning cuz he is spending the night there. At elast I still have rachel to see.... YAY! She is very awesome. I just wish everyone could have a good day at the same time!
Alas, I have to be down the street at 7:45....and its almost that time. Good bye for now, dear friends. Enjoy the funny mental image of me doing rock ballet with a tall tan Jesus with white paint spilled down my leg and red ribbons tied to my arms!
-jake
godspell is shit.
my dirty house is shit.
physical labor and sunburn and itchy dry oil paint spilled down my right leg is shit (yes, I had to do the whole "L" thing with both hands to see which was was right and left).
my dad's side of the family is shit (some of them anyway).
Ahhhhh relief.
SOOOO funny story. Yesterday I was painting and i finished YES! and Sherry was like, hmmmm the guy who we hired isnt here, wanna scrape the outside and paint it too? and i thought "NO!" but i need money and she said Zach had started doing it.... and the way I am, competitive with a certain kind of people...heh... I had to. So i put on sun screen where I could, took off my shirt *screams for small children frightened* and put on a big "panama canal-looking" hat. So I slave away from 12-3-ish. near the end i put the paint primer on the ladder...the ladder that was unstable....and i caught the bucket as it fell. but a lot poured all down my leg. And of course im wearing my hole-y shorts. and of course im wearing these awesome green-striped undergarments which are one of my favorites and is now permanently white-stained... then i walked in town to pay a water bill....and people looked at me funny. i was covered in paint and all sweaty. YAY
then play rehearsal. Now that I KNOW I look completely stupid doing rock-ballet with Tay Harper of all people... With no breaks. thanks a ton mr. M.
"all right, everyone take a 3 minute water break. Except Tay and....and... uhh... oh yea, Jake *thats his name....*"
15 minutes later, after doing karate kicks, handstands, spins and jumps, and air guitar, cant forget the air guitar and electric shock betwixt me and Mr. Harper. So by this time im exhausted. and i get a call from mom when im home about food and taking care of animals and plants at home. and then i get a call from Marshall about his Papa Jim (man, the southern terminology for grandparents allways get me. papa this, mee-maw that. sigh...why cant we have inventive grand-parent names? Or grandparents that live for that matter.....sigh) who is at Duke about some stomach blood vein burst.... Now he wont walk with me and Rach in the morning cuz he is spending the night there. At elast I still have rachel to see.... YAY! She is very awesome. I just wish everyone could have a good day at the same time!
Alas, I have to be down the street at 7:45....and its almost that time. Good bye for now, dear friends. Enjoy the funny mental image of me doing rock ballet with a tall tan Jesus with white paint spilled down my leg and red ribbons tied to my arms!
-jake