Hello. I am not dead. Yet.
It’s been quite a week. And it’s ended with the largest shit-ton of snow I’m pretty sure I’ve seen, ever (being as I am from Illinois, that is not entirely surprising).
I also photographed two concert-type events, both of which went very well, and HOT DAMN, I took some good photos. Will post here, soon.
Also had a group project for Eurhythmics, which included interpreting music in a very physical and somewhat dancelike manner. We also spelled out our instructors name with our bodies, BECAUSE WE LOVE HIM. He also happened to catch the entire thing on camera and says he will put it on YouTube. Will post here, soon.
I also managed to do myself an injury (note: I really like saying that I DID myself something, like an injury, instead of having GOTTEN or GIVEN MYSELF an injury) via shoveling those shit-tons of snow out of my driveway while myself and some other girl were in dire need of getting out. Of course, the other girl stands there asking “can I get my car out in this much snow?” and watches after I laugh maniacally and say “heeeell no,” before pretty much shoveling the entire damn driveway by myself. Afterwards, that same dull feeling of tension and mild pain that I remember oh too well shot all through my left arm for parts of the day. Lame. After some icing and ibuprofin and a day of no playing, I’m pretty sure it’s fine and dandy. But man, do I want to like, knock on that girl’s door and demand she clean my apartment or make me dinner or something.
On a similar note, the shoveling of shit-tons of snow is possibly the only thing that renders me this sore, except for maybe that one time I went to a Judo club meeting. Though I’m pretty sure I’ve blocked that from my memory, it was so intense and weird.
Right. I forgot to post something regarding my pretty intense obsession with XTC. Here we go: