Somehow I am going to stay awake until they call a winner for the caucuses, then I am going to go set traps around my bed for the person who tries to wake up me up tomorrow, then pass out.
Sleep deprivation headaches are normally a warning sign. At least I got them and the sciatica kick after the trip and not during :P
In the meantime… I need to be making plans. I go back to campus this Saturday or Sunday, and I need to come up with strategies to kick butt this semester. Because while this band trip was fun, and I loved being around my marching band family (it really does feel like a family in a way), not being out around them was difficult at times. I had to censor myself.
That’s pretty much me on the entire campus - only one of my roommates and his fiance know.
So I need to figure out how to transfer the good streak that I’ve got going here at home to campus. And if that ends up meaning coming out to more people, so be it. Though how to do that without throwing it at people, or getting past the butterflies (I really wish there would come a point where I’d never feel those >.< ), I don’t know.
Though I do know step one - find people you’re comfortable with (what I’ve done back here at home). And be yourself around them.
That, I know, I can do.
(the ironic part? being gay hasn’t changed the core of who I am. and yet… I still feel like I can’t be myself around people. crazy, isn’t it, how having to deny one part of yourself affects the whole like that?)
Beauty and the Beast and Me
I’ve noticed a theme with this show.
When we did this show my sophomore year in high school, I got sick two weeks into practice. Not just “oh I’m sorta sick.” This was “UGH I FEEL AWFUL” sick. I took a day off from school to feel better. Then spent the next month with literally no voice, and constantly trying to hack up a lung. I didn’t get better until 2 weeks before the show, and I felt like I had to relearn how to sing. I was Maurice, and it was incredibly embarrassing when I couldn’t project and the my teacher turned to the pit and said, “That’s Jason. He’s been sick. He’s a lot better.”
One of my better memories is from when the band went to Florida that year. We were standing in line for a ride, and all my friends started singing “Tale As Old As Time.” Eight part harmony. People started clapping. I got to stand and hold their bags, since I was sick.
I loved the three performances we did. But because half the fun of a show is the lead up to it, it’s probably my least favorite show we did in high school. Because I was sick the whole time.
Well, I’m going to see it tonight. First time seeing a professional production.
And I’m getting over being sick. I feel fine. But my vocal folds are still upset due to drainage.
I’m going to want to sing every single song after the show… and I won’t be able to.
In the grand scheme of things, this is nothing. But right now, at this moment, I’m rather annoyed.
Oh well. The show is probably going to be amazing. If I’m still awake later, I’ll post about how awesome it was :)
(also: queuing up two poems for tonight)
I know it’s not fall break yet. But, mentally, I think I’m already there.
I still have a concert tomorrow! And I teach 2nd grade music again. Though it’s the same lesson as last time.
And on a completely different note, I think I’m having cheeseburgers for supper tonight.
Going to sleep in a good mood tonight!
Yay! Just happy tonight!
The poem I wrote today can wait for another time. And the longer post I wrote a while back can wait even longer.
Tonight, I’m just going to smile :)
the phone check 画
I’m a user of this method.
Haha I totally do this!
GOOGLE +!!!
The more I see it, the more I want it.
And as soon as I get one, I’ll be like “now what?”
Well played, Google, well played…
Every. Single. Time.
And the worst part is I’m always like “LOL GUYS LOOK AT THAT IT’S” and then I stop because I know none of my friends are on the interwebs.
I Should Write A Children’s Book
I’ll call it “If You Send a College Student to a Grocery Store in the Rain, He Will Buy Himself a Lunch More Awesome than Yours.”
LOL JK GUYS it’s my autobiography.
Plus: One mozzarella stick is NOT a fair trade for six pizza rolls. Do not become upset when I mock you for suggesting such a ridiculous trade.
