Monday, 1 June 2009

Happy June.

Today is the first day of June and it went off okay.
It wasn't as great as I thought it would be. I teched for the dance recital today, and my plan was to do nothing, but I ended up being the only stage-hand. While I was freaking out and asking Ms. Dodd and Mrs. McClelland all these questions and taking in their looks when I called something wrong, the other THREE stage-hands went out to get nice, cold drinks. I was sweating my ass off with all the dancers' heavy breathing and the sweat dripping on me. I guess it was partly my fault for choosing to wear my tech sweater tonight. I was FREAKING out. I thought it was going to be a chill night, but NOOO. I was depended on. Whenever something goes bad, I always think it's my fault, even if it wasn't.

On Twitter:
AdriennneR I miss teching I-Dance. The dancers were more professional.
(about 1 hour ago from txt).

I totally miss I-Dance, which brings me to another situation:
Choosing between Mabuhay & Tech.

I really don't like deciding between two thing that I love. I was texting Reyna about this. She's my total inspiration about muti-tasking. She juggled Mabuhay and the grueling practices for IndepenDance. But the thing is, tech is a lot more difficult. I hate missing practices for Mabuhay, but I love teching. I like punching the numbers in for the lighting board. I want to haze the freshies for next year's tech family. But I also want to stay dedicated to Filipino folk-dancing. I was telling Reyna: "It's like choosing between two families, but they don't want me to choose both.". I was sad, but she made me feel slightly better. I believe I could juggle both, but I'm not too strong like Reyna. I don't want to stress myself out in my sophomore year. I want to ask Melvin if there was any way I could be a tech without doing the traditional tech stuff. I just want to be a tech and be with my tech family. But the thing is is that I love my Mabuhay family with great intensity. It sucks even considering to choose only one. I'm stumped. This sucks like a vacuum giving a dust bunny a blowjob.

I need to be cheered up.
I want Bernard's hugs and hands, I want Reyna's reassurance, I want Janine's company, I want Fritz's soothing voice; I'm so blue :(.

Have a whatever evening.
Cheers xo.

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