I recently realized how much Glories messes me up. Seriously. I mean, not only mentally and socially, but physically, too. My arm muscles have only begun to stop hurting. Guess I didn't realize it, but half the time I'm onstage I'm either gesturing wildly, or holding my arms up in an attempt to convey my feelings of "Ohshittheykilledjebus" to the audience. My legs, however still hurt. Actually, I really don't know if my schey-ness is caused by a show that ended a week ago, but they have been hurting since, so yeah.
Right now I'm in that depressed-withdrawl-ohno!Ihavenolifeanymore phase that happens right after I finish a show. Christmas rehearsal starts November 10th, and I can already tell it will be the most awesome thing ever.


This morning I woke up waaay late, because Mercedes called me. She had absolutely nothing to say, just something about Shawn not picking up his phone or something. I dunno. But apparantly he had plans today with her brother and the kid with one eye (part of me really really wants to say I'm joking about that. We employ some real winnarz.), which I guess is why he didn't call me.

Anyway, then I had a free burrito and a smoothie, and cleaned my room some more and did fun crap like that. Now my stomach is all achey again. D:

Today is my last free weekend for about a month. Next week I'm going camping, which I'm totally excited for, except for the fact that I didn't go to any of the planning meetings, and neither did Natalie, and we're both supposed to be running some activity or something, and neither of us have any clue what's happening. But as long as I can transfer work onto someone else whilst yelling at small children, I'll be fine. That's like my Girlscout formula for success. Go me!

The weekend after that I'll be in D.C. being a bando. This is going to be the most super-hardcore-awesome trip ever.

Then the following weekend I'm being dragged against my will to Palm Springs for a 24 hour family vacation/dad's buisness trip. ANGST!

But yay! I have a future!