You know, sitting in a dark, dirty pit for four hours, getting shocked by my guitar, living off of stolen Chinese food and cookies from the band closet, listening to the drama kids be instructed to do the same thing five times in a row without actually being able to see them...
Why do I like pit? I do like it, but it doesn't make any sense. Maybe this is what we call masochism.
Yeah, I actually sit under part of the stage. It's supported by metal stilts. I can hear people dancing over my head. I think it's also the reason I'm getting shocked - Rob says there are "grounding issues." I don't exactly know what that means, but I know that when he asked Adam about it, ("Hey, techie! Question:") Adam said, "Oh yeah, that'll happen. These metal things weren't meant to be up when there's this much electrical equiptment down here." Lovely.
Well, I did do well yesterday. Or, that is, I did well on most songs and horrendously on one song, as opposed to pretty badly on everything. Mr. Thomas complimented me a lot, except for that one time when he yelled at me severely. (Solo. Failed to come in and then played in the wrong key.)
Got no homework done, of course. I'm probably not going to for the rest of the week. Maybe I'll do a little at lunch. Or maybe not. Maybe I'll just be a slacker from now on. The idea is appealing. As always.
Over the weekend I discovered some sci-fi that I wrote when I was in eighth grade and then abandoned and forgot about. I think I am going to rewrite it, because even though the writing is pretty terrible (I was in the eighth grade) it is a pretty kick-ass idea. I will probably tell you about it later.
I have come to the realization that I stare at Nora in Odyssey. I have no idea why I do this or what it means. I think she knows I do it though. She may or may not be severely creeped out.
I guess I am going to a shrink again. The parents insisted this time. I have an appointment Monday. Maybe I need it. I have been feeling rather unstable lately.
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