YAAAY!
I'm getting gigs! I have two this month out of the blue. Fantastic! Maybe I can get a substantial crowd out to see me.
I will be brilliant, I will be flawless, I won't let ANYTHING prevent me from enjoying my time on stage!
I will rehearse this time!
I will make people want to come back and see me!
I had a reunion with an old band that I used to Jam with on Sunday. We hadn't practiced and we were all three-sheets to the breeze by the time we hit the stage, but we had a blast! I'll miss those guys. Time for lil' Emilem to spread her wings and jump.
Bonzaiiiiiiii!
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
friggin ouch
man. It's been a while.
It's also three in the AM and I can't sleep. I am so sore. My whole body is numb. But not numb in the "cozy, I just pollished off a bottle of wine" way. Numb in the "I just spent and entire week in the gym getting my ass kicked by a guy in Nikes and and old soccer jersey."
The first day of this 12 week program we did an hour of pushups and pullups. Let me say that again. An HOUR of pushups and pullups. After which my arms swelled to twice their size and people literally stared at them. My friend Michael actually grabbed my arm and said "whoa!" It made me feel like I had accomplished something.
It's a good hurt. I'm not complaining. By the end of this program I'm going to be tight. TIGHT! Then I'm going to turn in to THAT person. You know. The person who goes around telling people "go ahead, hit me as hard as you can, I can take it." But I'll only ask people whom I know won't hit me that hard and I'll make a lot of noise and scare them.
Tomorrow is Friday and it's my first Friday "off". Now, that I'm a badass in my new job I get to take part in my company's 9/80 program where I work 9 hours/day instead of 8 and end up being able to take every other Friday off. It evens out at the end of the year. It's now 3:30 and it looks like I may be sleeping away my free day.
OOoh! Maybe I'll go get that digital camera I've been yearning for! I'll finish writing that new song. May go for a run...But i'm going dancing later...looks like another full day.
I may need a day off soon.
It's also three in the AM and I can't sleep. I am so sore. My whole body is numb. But not numb in the "cozy, I just pollished off a bottle of wine" way. Numb in the "I just spent and entire week in the gym getting my ass kicked by a guy in Nikes and and old soccer jersey."
The first day of this 12 week program we did an hour of pushups and pullups. Let me say that again. An HOUR of pushups and pullups. After which my arms swelled to twice their size and people literally stared at them. My friend Michael actually grabbed my arm and said "whoa!" It made me feel like I had accomplished something.
It's a good hurt. I'm not complaining. By the end of this program I'm going to be tight. TIGHT! Then I'm going to turn in to THAT person. You know. The person who goes around telling people "go ahead, hit me as hard as you can, I can take it." But I'll only ask people whom I know won't hit me that hard and I'll make a lot of noise and scare them.
Tomorrow is Friday and it's my first Friday "off". Now, that I'm a badass in my new job I get to take part in my company's 9/80 program where I work 9 hours/day instead of 8 and end up being able to take every other Friday off. It evens out at the end of the year. It's now 3:30 and it looks like I may be sleeping away my free day.
OOoh! Maybe I'll go get that digital camera I've been yearning for! I'll finish writing that new song. May go for a run...But i'm going dancing later...looks like another full day.
I may need a day off soon.
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