Like, almost a week! And then I’ll be off in sunny sunny Orlando, SUCKAS! Y’all are stuck in sunny sunny Toronto!
And what a good eight days those’ll be! Well, the weekend’s going to own. What with Triple-Mike Downtown Extravaganza on Sunday. Well, I invited four, but one of them’s going to New York, but ONE OF THEM IS FROM QUEEN’S! <33333
And this is the part where I whine about how darn much my fingers hurt from Orlando Jazz rehearsal. I didn’t even play all that much. I’m just a loser.
But yeah. Apparently I’m in Orlando Jazz. Um.. cool. TOO BAD I CAN’T PLAY ELECTRIC.
I’m just an overall tired tired one today. Nothing good happened. I don’t remember Fashion or French aside from an argument, I’m apparently running for an exec position in council, I got sent out of English by a slightly mad substitute teacher.
Orlando Jazz… my first time on electric in like, forever. NOT cool. Kinda fun. I eventually gave up and moved on to “interpretive dance”. Certain bassists have a knack for making me feel small and incompetent. That’s okay. (”I may not be the good bassist. But at least I’m the cute bassist.”)
Brown bakery with RIDICULOUS crowd of people, sat around and ate bread. Bus home. (”Watch out! You’ll catch THE GAY!”)
Here, tired, still practising bass.