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This week has been a little hellish. To be honest I have no idea what I was doing a few weeks ago, nothing really important, two weeks ago I was at rugby provincials, we're sixth in the province, and my travel journal for that will be coming soon, possibly as early as this Sunday. Last week I was on the choir/band trip to Edmonton; that travel journal will be up eventually too.
This week I wrote four tests, three of them math, including my midterm, which was today. Yeah, I know, what the hell were we doing writing midterms the week before the end of semester, and the answer is that Anal sucks. He was playing table tennis today, against Jenny and then Rocky. Mikhael played too, and beat an Asian.
So tonight was my first dance show. Last night was the tech rehearsal; I left early, at about nine, and there were still about twenty numbers to go. I did math homework. Today I did history homework, finished most of it. In the last two days I have had three wardrobe malfunctions. The first was as I was getting ready to perform my solo last night; I was tying my shoes and one of my laces broke, provoking a rather loud swear from me. Mao fixed me. The second was also last night; I was in my group costume and doing my homework, and my fishnets became caught on a table leg and ripped. It's only a small hole, but I wanted to keep these when I was finished with this number, and now they are basically ruined. The third was today, and it also involved fishnets, but this time it was not my fault, but Mao's. She didn't have her fishnets, and so because we had to match, I couldn't wear mine. I was wearing black booty shorts underneath, but without the fishnets they ride up, and so, during the dance I practically mooned the first ten rows half a dozen times. Luckily I had warned my family via Mikhael first, so at least they were prepared. I also wasn't called for my group dance until the number before was dancing; actually, that's not true, I was called, but it was by John over the intercom, and because my changeroom is in the tourism room, I didn't hear it. I came backstage literally twenty seconds before I went onstage. We walked off again. Stupid boys. The finale was kind of screwed up again. Donna changed it a bit this year, and people are used to dancing across the stage and not only halfway, and because I am partially responsible for organizing the finale (the only job I agreed to do), I made sure that everybody on Stage Left knew when to stop. The problems came from Stage Right. I think I'll remind them as well tomorrow.
Two shows tomorrow. I'll be going to bed soon.
This week I wrote four tests, three of them math, including my midterm, which was today. Yeah, I know, what the hell were we doing writing midterms the week before the end of semester, and the answer is that Anal sucks. He was playing table tennis today, against Jenny and then Rocky. Mikhael played too, and beat an Asian.
So tonight was my first dance show. Last night was the tech rehearsal; I left early, at about nine, and there were still about twenty numbers to go. I did math homework. Today I did history homework, finished most of it. In the last two days I have had three wardrobe malfunctions. The first was as I was getting ready to perform my solo last night; I was tying my shoes and one of my laces broke, provoking a rather loud swear from me. Mao fixed me. The second was also last night; I was in my group costume and doing my homework, and my fishnets became caught on a table leg and ripped. It's only a small hole, but I wanted to keep these when I was finished with this number, and now they are basically ruined. The third was today, and it also involved fishnets, but this time it was not my fault, but Mao's. She didn't have her fishnets, and so because we had to match, I couldn't wear mine. I was wearing black booty shorts underneath, but without the fishnets they ride up, and so, during the dance I practically mooned the first ten rows half a dozen times. Luckily I had warned my family via Mikhael first, so at least they were prepared. I also wasn't called for my group dance until the number before was dancing; actually, that's not true, I was called, but it was by John over the intercom, and because my changeroom is in the tourism room, I didn't hear it. I came backstage literally twenty seconds before I went onstage. We walked off again. Stupid boys. The finale was kind of screwed up again. Donna changed it a bit this year, and people are used to dancing across the stage and not only halfway, and because I am partially responsible for organizing the finale (the only job I agreed to do), I made sure that everybody on Stage Left knew when to stop. The problems came from Stage Right. I think I'll remind them as well tomorrow.
Two shows tomorrow. I'll be going to bed soon.
Abby wandered off at 11:48 p.m.
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