Why have I been gone so long? Insomnia by stephen king, and a broken computer, that's why! Well, anyways, I rehearsed for my high school musical, "Babes In Arms."
I hated the dancing (more later) loved the reading (again) and...the singing *sigh* I'll make a new post eventually just for this.
Anyways, I got a lead part, pretty much the narrator. Awesome! So, This is just a quick update because I felt bad about leaving people so high and dry lately. Script reading starts at 6 (4:25 now) and ends at 9. So I'll write later. See ya.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Caught Up
Been forever since I've written in this. Sorry, 2 people following me. I'll try harder. Oh well. I can't breathe. My asthma is killing me. *sigh* I kind of wish I didn't go on that Tulsa trip. I got diagnosed with Asthma on our over-night trip there. But still. If I didn't go, there's that small chance I wouldn't've been diagnosed since, oh I don't know...probably last year? That'd be neat. To suffer with breathing problems and never know why. But alas, I know I have it. And my spring and fall breathing killers? Well, I guess I'll just have to deal.
Lunch. It's so annoying. The lunch ladies were preparing 3 different lunches, all with pretty much the same ingredients. Nachos, soft tacos, and crunchy tacos. I decided what I wanted, and asked for a crunchy taco. They went about their business, and I kept asking for one, until eventually, one lunch lady pointed to me, and said something. Promptly, the other lady prepared me a soft taco.
Gym. Always so awkward. First, because of Monday's incident, I had to take that shirt home. Thus, I had to BORROW a shirt. Much less, a sleeveless one. Oh well. We did our usual stretching routine, then we ran 5 laps. Because of my frickin' asthma, I lost track towards the end. Blah. So next, we played ultimate football inside. What a game! So fun! Every time I play some kind of football, I think I don't understand the rules, yet I do. I got to stand in the end zone, and actually made a couple decent catches! YEAH! Hopefully, by the end of the year, I'll be someone they throw to often. Well. After gym, a group of about 6 guys started brutally crushing each other's ..*heh-ehm*...special deliveries. After the coach gave them a stern talking to, gym was over. Another gym day survive'd.
After gym, we had to go to study hall. Study hall is about half an hour of solid time for homework, or reading. Anything else? Against the rules. I don't have any homework right now, so I'm writing this. I've got nothing to write about, after that...wait! One more thing!
About halfway through study hall, my nose starts to bleed. I get up, and ask the teacher in there. And suddenly, I'm frightened. It's my gym teacher. I know he's hard on me, and I don't know if he likes me or not. I tell him my nose is starting to bleed, and he says to get outta there. I do, and proceed to the bathroom closest to where I was. I see it's closed, due to reconstruction, and after walking around, quite flustered a bit, I decide that my nose is starting to dry up, so I agree with myself to go back to study hall. I do, and as SOON as I sit down, my nose starts to flood. Blood comes out faster than I thought it could. I have to look away from the coach, and hold my head up so as not to draw his attention. 16 minutes later, I've got blood on my pants, and all over my hands. School is finally over. I can go to an OPEN bathroom, wash my hands, and change back into my gym shorts. Oxi-Clean? Prepare to get use'd.
Oh well. Day....11. Complete.
Lunch. It's so annoying. The lunch ladies were preparing 3 different lunches, all with pretty much the same ingredients. Nachos, soft tacos, and crunchy tacos. I decided what I wanted, and asked for a crunchy taco. They went about their business, and I kept asking for one, until eventually, one lunch lady pointed to me, and said something. Promptly, the other lady prepared me a soft taco.
Gym. Always so awkward. First, because of Monday's incident, I had to take that shirt home. Thus, I had to BORROW a shirt. Much less, a sleeveless one. Oh well. We did our usual stretching routine, then we ran 5 laps. Because of my frickin' asthma, I lost track towards the end. Blah. So next, we played ultimate football inside. What a game! So fun! Every time I play some kind of football, I think I don't understand the rules, yet I do. I got to stand in the end zone, and actually made a couple decent catches! YEAH! Hopefully, by the end of the year, I'll be someone they throw to often. Well. After gym, a group of about 6 guys started brutally crushing each other's ..*heh-ehm*...special deliveries. After the coach gave them a stern talking to, gym was over. Another gym day survive'd.
After gym, we had to go to study hall. Study hall is about half an hour of solid time for homework, or reading. Anything else? Against the rules. I don't have any homework right now, so I'm writing this. I've got nothing to write about, after that...wait! One more thing!
About halfway through study hall, my nose starts to bleed. I get up, and ask the teacher in there. And suddenly, I'm frightened. It's my gym teacher. I know he's hard on me, and I don't know if he likes me or not. I tell him my nose is starting to bleed, and he says to get outta there. I do, and proceed to the bathroom closest to where I was. I see it's closed, due to reconstruction, and after walking around, quite flustered a bit, I decide that my nose is starting to dry up, so I agree with myself to go back to study hall. I do, and as SOON as I sit down, my nose starts to flood. Blood comes out faster than I thought it could. I have to look away from the coach, and hold my head up so as not to draw his attention. 16 minutes later, I've got blood on my pants, and all over my hands. School is finally over. I can go to an OPEN bathroom, wash my hands, and change back into my gym shorts. Oxi-Clean? Prepare to get use'd.
Oh well. Day....11. Complete.
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