So yeah, you can call all this written in this Blog drivel, schmutzig, kvetch, or any other inadequate description. I think it myself. Anyways, I had an interesting day. It was the first time all year that I missed Technique class and I didn't feel as guilty about it as I probably should have. I actually felt worse about Ian missing his class, even though it ended up out of both our hands in the end anyways. So we roamed the campus as BYU, (what a hellish place), and I had a little abstract synthesis with the boyrfriend in a bathroom in some building on their campus. I enjoyed it really, though my neck kinda hurts and I know he would have preffered it by himself, and probably just invited me in because I looked like I felt left out. Anyways, I liked doing it and what is done is done and we must all move on. Now the adventure is over and I am glad to be home(?) and back on schedule. Oh and I really don't want to go to rehearsal for Holly's piece. I'd actually rather eat paint chips and clean the sink with my tongue. And while we are discussing sore subjects, I didn't make it into PDC. So I really suck. So what.
Sweet dreams to Mien Liebling.