Location: Die Schreibtisch
Listening to: Hootie and the Blowfish playing in the background of an episode of Cold Case (because, honestly, I'm too lazy to find the remote or get up and change the channel, and besides, I think Family Guy comes on next anyway)
Days til Graduation: 57
TS Hendrik: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE HILLS WEREN'T ACTUALLY ALIVE?!?!??!!!!? Just kidding. I knew that. I was actually in a stage production of Sound of Music my freshman year. It was more or less the most boring show I've ever been in (but I got to learn how to waltz, so I really can't complain).
I worked a 7.5 hour shift today and I'm suuuppppeeerrrr pooped out now. I can barely keep my eyes open. I was going to go shower and stuff, but I was afraid if I did that before I wrote on here, I wouldn't get a post in today. And I didn't want to disappoint anyone. So, this is probably gonna be a seriously inadequate post (as I'm half-tired/half-dead/half-wishing-I-were-in-the-shower).
Deal with it.
I'm in a funky mood. A bunch of my friends came in while I was working and it was cool to see them, but seeing them reminded me that they were all hanging out and doing something fun and I was stuck at work Which is incredibly lame when you're 18 and live for the weekends because they're pretty much the only chance you get to a.) sleep b.) see your friends and c.) do laundry.
Anyway, it was cool to see them. It brightened up my night a little bit. They tried to sneak in to surprise me, but Melissa (she'll probably show up in here a lot, so remember her. She's a year younger than all of us, has some weird/rare disease and is miraculously recovering from it, even though the doctors thought she never would, and is constantly bouncing off the walls) yelled my name when she saw me. Then Steve decided to come flirt with me, and I told them to go rent Twilight-themed porn (it's called This Isn't Twilight and This Isn't New Moon. I find the fact that there's actually Twilight-themed porn hilarious, because it just shows how big of a cult that series has become. It's not like there's Harry Potter porn or anything. And Harry Potter is waaayyyy cooler than Twilight). They did. It made me smile.
Tomorrow is my last high school chorus concert. I'm so glad, because I'm not a fan of standing on risers on the stage under the grotesquely hot lights and singing songs I've sung every day for the past forever (several of which I don't even enjoy singing) for ten minutes and then sitting and watching the other choirs sing their songs. Plus, I have a love/hate relationship with my choir's uniform.
I'm in the advanced all-women's choir. Prior to this year, our uniforms made us look like librarians. They consisted of floor length maroon skirts (that had no shape, they just went straight from your hips to the ground and had a slit halfway up to your ass in the back so you could walk), baggy maroon sleeveless tops, and sheer black cover up things that didn't close with swooshy sleeves. Thankfully, the fashion gods smiled upon us and we managed to scrape together enough money to order new dresses. They're classy black numbers with elbow-length sleeves and a flattering cut and a bow that ties in the back to make them more universally-fit. However, black + stage lights = freakishly hot. Which means freakishly sweaty. Which means freakishly GROSS. And that's not cool. Because I'm also in the chamber choir (which is the advanced combined choir) with White Chocolate. And I do not want him to see me in my freakishly gross state. That would just not be nice.
Siiiiggghhhh. I can't really think of anything else to say. Today wasn't that interesting. I played Bejeweled for about 80 hours and listened to the Once soundtrack on repeat (because I am in love with Glen Hansard's voice/guitar skills.) Which reminds me! White Chocolate and I are going to do Falling Slowly (by Glen Hansard -- look it up!) for our variety show in May. He's gonna play guitar and sing back up, I'm gonna sing lead vocals. YAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!!
Alright. Done for real now.