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Friday is a wonderful day... sing with me
Jun. 19th, 2009 06:22 pmI have found the end of the world and it is here. At least, it feels like it. This week, I've spent most of my time at Gramma's house because I've had skit practice every night from 7-9. Instead of wasting time driving home, I just stay in town with her. Now that I'm online more (or, really, all the time... or so my mom says but she doesn't even KNOW what MOST OF THE TIME is yet), it's harder to be away for so long.
Tuesday I went to the public library and used their internet.
Thursday I tried out the Community Campus but they don't allow Networking sites, including this one.
Today I sat in the parking lot of the library and used their internet while they were closed but it wasn't very comfortable so I thought I would just come early to practice and sit around or something. BUT THEY HAVE A WIFI CONNECTION. I don't know why I didn't think they would. Hallelujah! I can update!
If I have to hear one more question or ponderance about the wedding, I am liable to hurt someone. I love my sister. I wish her all the happiness in the world. I love my future brother-in-law. I think he's great. I love my parents. They shelter and feed me. But I just can't listen to wedding talk all evening long. And I just can't bring myself to get involved. To get involved with all the little stuff that keeps cropping up would mean that I am willing to listen to wedding talk. I'm not. But I really should get over this. I have committed to helping with some things closer to the wedding. A lot of things I'm not fit to help with right now. I don't sew and I don't cut things out well. I am helping tie things on favors and I even said I would stitch things IF NEED BE. I really don't think they want my help on that.
And the dress. Pure torture. I'm a big girl with a big bust line. I would think designers would get that already and not put size B cups on a large size dress. SERIOUSLY! Mom to the rescue, though. She thinks she can put some more material on it so I don't scandalize the entire guest list.
Almost time to start practice. I really hope I remember the line "It's a challenge for special occasions like this one" because if I don't I'm going to tattoo it to my inner arm! I'm big on hand motions helping me remember lines and there's nothing I can do that will help with that one. Not like my next line... "The four of you will have to work together (four fingers out) to solve the clues (point out) to get from checkpoint (palm slice) to checkpoint (palm slice a little further away) to complete the challenge (one last emphatic palm slice) and return home (thumb over my shoulder)." That line was a bugger to learn!
I think they wanted me in the skit because I'm loud. And I don't get quieter when I get flustered. If anything... I get louder. Yep. I'm that girl. You can call me loud but it would just be a compliment.
Tuesday I went to the public library and used their internet.
Thursday I tried out the Community Campus but they don't allow Networking sites, including this one.
Today I sat in the parking lot of the library and used their internet while they were closed but it wasn't very comfortable so I thought I would just come early to practice and sit around or something. BUT THEY HAVE A WIFI CONNECTION. I don't know why I didn't think they would. Hallelujah! I can update!
If I have to hear one more question or ponderance about the wedding, I am liable to hurt someone. I love my sister. I wish her all the happiness in the world. I love my future brother-in-law. I think he's great. I love my parents. They shelter and feed me. But I just can't listen to wedding talk all evening long. And I just can't bring myself to get involved. To get involved with all the little stuff that keeps cropping up would mean that I am willing to listen to wedding talk. I'm not. But I really should get over this. I have committed to helping with some things closer to the wedding. A lot of things I'm not fit to help with right now. I don't sew and I don't cut things out well. I am helping tie things on favors and I even said I would stitch things IF NEED BE. I really don't think they want my help on that.
And the dress. Pure torture. I'm a big girl with a big bust line. I would think designers would get that already and not put size B cups on a large size dress. SERIOUSLY! Mom to the rescue, though. She thinks she can put some more material on it so I don't scandalize the entire guest list.
Almost time to start practice. I really hope I remember the line "It's a challenge for special occasions like this one" because if I don't I'm going to tattoo it to my inner arm! I'm big on hand motions helping me remember lines and there's nothing I can do that will help with that one. Not like my next line... "The four of you will have to work together (four fingers out) to solve the clues (point out) to get from checkpoint (palm slice) to checkpoint (palm slice a little further away) to complete the challenge (one last emphatic palm slice) and return home (thumb over my shoulder)." That line was a bugger to learn!
I think they wanted me in the skit because I'm loud. And I don't get quieter when I get flustered. If anything... I get louder. Yep. I'm that girl. You can call me loud but it would just be a compliment.
