Numb3rs

Exercise:I really did not want to go outside.
Voice:Making up a really cheesy love song.
Reading:I didn't. I've been bad this week.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Alyssa visited! Yay! The improv stuff was cool. Alyssa does well with conducting classes. She's got control.

Numb3rs is an awesome show. Honestly, too many of the crimes have dead bodies involved, to the point of extraneous blood, but I like how the directors and writers work. Especially the last moment of the episode my mom and I just watched.

Throughout the episode, Charlie Epps finds clues that his mother was a composer. 'Twas a subplot, but a cool one. Right near the end, his brother, the FBI agent, picks up one of the bits of sheet music. Cut to Charlie and the dad. Small scene, and the last moment is Don, the brother, starting to plunk out this Etude in G Minor, which then blends with an orchestrated version, leading to the credits.

It was rather heartwarming.

Meowmeowmeowmeow

Exercise:15 minutes of sprinting practice. That' 25 minutes spent running, not includin breaks. Biznatches.
Voice:Caling up n' down.
Reading:Workin' some on me Midsomer.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, I painted, and didn't get in anyone's way. So yeah.

Well, I have an idea for a play, but I shouldn't write it. I mean, share it. I SHould write it, just not here. Here's a poem instead.

Lustrous sheen 5 feet above
the classic concrete ground
Tight blue jeans and leather jacket
Best you'll see around

The pants help me reach higher notes
To woo absurdly thin girls
Two gangs, affairs, and bleachers
Grease is the word.

AOC

Exercise:Right.
Voice:Drone Practice
Reading:Screw that. SOrry. Overloaded. I just...no.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Um, AOC?

Jeez. al dapkfp[;oasjhf;oawiheb[so'gsuidtg I'm incredibly tired right now. And angry at myself. For being scared. Of something that's completely irrelevant and unlikely. I don't like being scared. Or sad. And it all makes me tired. Hell, even being happy makes me tired. ;/O"UEFgoqwugefoqefn;lavmnaslnvasdkvnsa;ldknvp;khn/lzkjvn/:LSEdjfmnls

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Oh my.

Exercise:I did some biking. Not a lot, but a bit.
Voice:I'm working how to put in the words into the lullaby for the faeries.
Reading::\
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, I reorg'd the cabinet, played a dead body for KP, and then did some tablework myself. Not bad, eh?

So, it's possible I'm developing allergies. Said allergies could be to a very prominent thing in my life. Cats. Sheist. I'm really tired, either way. May be cause/effect.

Disney-themed sex toys.

Exercise:I am a pitiful bastard
Voice:Going over Luz Aurumque again. Trying to sing all of the parts for Audacity. It did not end well.
Reading:Midsummer. What else/
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, the lovers were the stars today. I'm still not sure what animal Lysander is, though.

Oy. I dunno. I'm just generally stressing, and being emotionally retarded. Geez. I feel so stupid even thinking about these things. And they're triggered by the most mundane things. Gah. I dunno...Oy.

WRAAAHHHVERDIIIIIIIIWRAHHHH

Exercise:None.
Voice:None.
Reading:None.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Okay, did tablework with Fiona, identified a problem that needs working on, and designed the school crest. APU all the way!

Okay, so angry classical music is seriously awesome. Like, really. It's how I deal with frustration. I mean, it's not my ideal, but I don't listen to heavy metal or anything like that when I'm angry. I listen to stuff like this:



But in reality, I want to punch someone. No one in particular, just someone. Or rather, wanted. I got really angry, but was not in a situation where dealing with said anger would have been socially acceptable. So instead it evolved into smoldering depression. SO I listened to angry classical music.

Sick Suck

Exercise:ugh
Voice:ugh
Reading:Ugh
Participation:N/A
Description(if above 89):

I hate being sick. It sucks. It sucks loose phone cables. It sucks....other stuff, too. sfgrsdgfg

Achoo

Exercise:None...
Voice:Scales and breathing practice
Reading:*wrist slap*
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, I had math team, but ehat I was there for, I did perfectly fine.

So, what do you wish to happen in the next 24 hours? I think that's a priority question. What are mine?

Quem Vidistises

Exercise:Okay, so no, it wasn't intentional, but I had to do some serious sprinting after school today. Since I left my cell and wallet in the gym. And the bus was here.
Voice:Philo. 'Nuff said.
Reading:Glengarry Glen Ross
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Did plenty o' tablework. I don't think there's much more to it.

Okay, so today's acting widget was, like, totally not weird for me. I dunno. *shrug* Am I the only one who felt this way? I dunno. Seems like everyone else had a massive giggle-fit. I dunno.

So, I've figured out that I need to try to stop being so director-y *during* tablework. That will come later. Probably. So yeah, sorry Casey, just trying (way too hard) to help. :D

Luuuuuuuuuuuux

Exercise:I did not have time for such petty things as exercise. :P
Voice: AMAZING Philo rehearsal. 2.5 hours hardcore songstuffs.
Reading:All In the TIming
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):I did each part of the packet thrice. That's right, thrice.

Well, Today's Philo rehearsal was BANGIN'. Seriously, the sopranos on the solo part in Lux Aurumque are beasts. I literally could not not smile throughout rehearsal. Sure, I still have a coupla things to work on, but I really don't care. Today was epic. After school ended, that is.