not bad...
today wasn't so bad. it wasn't as pms-y as the last few days. however, that doesn't mean that this week hasn't been the worst week i've had at nd. shizzle. but anyway, choir was fun today. we learned two new songs and they are so fun. i'm serious. we're learning something's coming and tonight from west side story; and we're learning all that jazz and razzle dazzle from chicago. man i LOVE those songs. we also have another west side story song called one hand, one heart and what i did for love from chorus line and seasons of love from rent. so basically, we have all our songs from musicals. and we also have this fifteen minute medley from les miserables, which i didn't know until last week, is pronounced "lay miserah". it's cool. school was fun today. you know why? cause school is cool.
sleepy...
last night, i went to bed at around ten o'clock. however, i found myself awake at 1:45 because my dad and his friends were drinking until 1:30. i got hella pissed off because i couldn't sleep until 2 or 3. and wouldn't you get hella pissed off? i know i was. shoot.
i remember the time when...
i remember the time when my cousins and i had this club. it was called tiny tots, however after a couple weeks, we decided that maybe "tiny tots" didn't fit our "stature" as mature 7-8-9-10, or however old we were, year old-ness. therefore, we changed it to danger zone, the name was from a league bowling night game at mission lanes. that club lasted, like, how many years? a FRIGGIN LONG TIME. until i was in THIRD grade, and i was in FIRST grade when the club actually started. i remember when we put on a play for the parents. it was the three little pigs and we even raised our own money and everything from the tips they gave us. i think we got, like, $3! oh yeah, that was opulence right there. most definitely. then after awhile, the club just got old. and we stopped playing "danger zone." it eventually changed into :the port and we played that occassionally, intermixing it with "house". yeah...then we all decided to grow up.
