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a lot of things are wrong with my life today. i accidently took two vicodin because Katrina didn't tell me they weren't just regular pain killers.i almost died. miquela didnt pick up her phone. i almost died again. my sty is fucking killing me. i'm failing and im not going to get into humboldt.
lets start when things get interesting, shall we?
so chris and i decided to be dumbasses and go up on the roof after rehearsal... because we'd never been up there. we climbed the three (four) fifty foot ladders, to the catwalk above the backstage area. the thing i hate about this catwalk is the fact that its not solid ground we were walking on.I was walking two hundred feet above the ground. when i looked down, I fucking looked DOWN and I think my heart stopped for a sec... either that or my soul died a little bit inside. we went up to the roof, and i was smoking a cigarette. chris walked to the other side and was looking at stuff, and i walked over to the edge because i wanted to see how fucking far down it actually was.
so i walk over there, and fuckin TRIP ON MY SHOELACE AND WAS EXTREMELY FUCKING CLOSE TO FALLING ABOUT TWO HUNDRED FEET TO MY DEATH!!!! so then we went back down the first ladder, and walked along the top catwalk towards the four other ones. i looked down, and froze. dan K. (musical director) was walking right below us. we were about two hundred feet above him so he didnt notice us, but i swear... when i saw him my heart fucking stopped. we had to stay up on the catwalk for fifteen minutes before he finally left.
oh... and then!
so i get home at around eight fourty five (would have been sooner if i didnt miss my bus.) i go immediately into my room, and plop down on my couch. i glance over at the tv, and my heart stops. again. there are thousands upon thousands of ants swarming all over the tv table. i look down at my feet and legs, and they are covered with ants. the only phobia i have is of ants by the way. i jump up, and notice that there are ants on my shoulders and upper arms too. i feel them on my neck and back... i start fucking screaming, and then crying, and then hyperventilating and shaking. i can't go back in my room tonight, or i'll start doing that again.
god... i can still feel them crawling all over me...
excuse me while i throw up now.
lets start when things get interesting, shall we?
so chris and i decided to be dumbasses and go up on the roof after rehearsal... because we'd never been up there. we climbed the three (four) fifty foot ladders, to the catwalk above the backstage area. the thing i hate about this catwalk is the fact that its not solid ground we were walking on.I was walking two hundred feet above the ground. when i looked down, I fucking looked DOWN and I think my heart stopped for a sec... either that or my soul died a little bit inside. we went up to the roof, and i was smoking a cigarette. chris walked to the other side and was looking at stuff, and i walked over to the edge because i wanted to see how fucking far down it actually was.
so i walk over there, and fuckin TRIP ON MY SHOELACE AND WAS EXTREMELY FUCKING CLOSE TO FALLING ABOUT TWO HUNDRED FEET TO MY DEATH!!!! so then we went back down the first ladder, and walked along the top catwalk towards the four other ones. i looked down, and froze. dan K. (musical director) was walking right below us. we were about two hundred feet above him so he didnt notice us, but i swear... when i saw him my heart fucking stopped. we had to stay up on the catwalk for fifteen minutes before he finally left.
oh... and then!
so i get home at around eight fourty five (would have been sooner if i didnt miss my bus.) i go immediately into my room, and plop down on my couch. i glance over at the tv, and my heart stops. again. there are thousands upon thousands of ants swarming all over the tv table. i look down at my feet and legs, and they are covered with ants. the only phobia i have is of ants by the way. i jump up, and notice that there are ants on my shoulders and upper arms too. i feel them on my neck and back... i start fucking screaming, and then crying, and then hyperventilating and shaking. i can't go back in my room tonight, or i'll start doing that again.
god... i can still feel them crawling all over me...
excuse me while i throw up now.