tired as fuuuu-
started my day off waking up late at 705am- was supposed to wake up at 6am.. had a 720am meetup time in flushing for my 845am show time also at flushing- ended up leaving the house at 715am. good one, Ern. made it to the meet up at 730am. luckily the ride just also showed up at that time, too. nice save, mama. performances went well. besides the fact that we went 5-10 minutes over time and also the kids were rowdy as heck. I hate performing for Chinese kids. they never shut up. I don’t know how many times I had to say “I’m waiting,” or “the dancers aren’t
going to come out unless you guys are quiet,” or “show me how to be a good audience,” or “please sit criss, cross, applesauce- on your tushy,” and had to stick up the peace sign. whatever. it was finally over. took the bus home and just chilled. imported new year show music. cut my performance music. fbook’d, booked Cali ticket, watched mindless tv, etc. drank some canned clam chowder, cause someone ate the left over slice of my mom’s birthday cake I was planning on eating.. #upset. left the house again at 2pm to go back to the office. stopped by Duane reade in flushing to finally purchase my own make up lol. shit is expensive.. hopped on the train and continued journey to work. grabbed Starbucks and talked to boss about tomorrow’s press conference’s details. apparently CNN and some big news station from china will be there. whatever. performance is performance- no difference to me who’s watching. rehearsed for said performance on my own from 4-530ish. got attacked by sneezes cause our studio is so dusty. waited for rehearsal to start at 6pm, which didn’t end up starting until 630pm cause certain person decided they needed to eat during rehearsal hours. manage your freaking time better, and don’t allow your problems to effect me. now after you eat you whine cause we have to turn a lot in this dance. like you didn’t know the choreography of this piece already.. then you leave this rehearsal early to start your other one. so everyone has to wait for you to be done to run through the piece. then you go off for another half an hour wasting all of our time again finding your class’ stupid costumes. did it ever occur to you to do your own shit on your own time. no, I don’t want to help you with your stupid costumes.. I’m freaking rehearsing, douche. and then do not fucking boss me around during ribbon rehearsal. good job never scheduling a time to rehearse it, so we have to half ass rehearse out of no where and I already tired as heck and mentally done with dancing for the day. do not fucking put me wherever your dumbass desires. who died and made you in charge? then because of this out of no where rehearsal my mom had to wait for me in the car for half an hour. all cause of your dumbass having the worst time management skills ever. so tired of you. finally home at 10pm thanks to my mama picking me up. feet aching. everything sore. somebody is gonna sleep well tonight. have to wake up at 910am tomorrow. hopefully I’m not late again haha. 1115am at the met for the press conference previously mentioned. honestly excited for it but my clueless boss better not make any snarky comments regarding my
performance. after the press conference I’ll probably go back to the office and wait til 2pm to take my njtransit train to Madison, NJ to go teach my kiddies at 430pm. hopefully they’ll have the mirrors set up this week as they promised. oh yeah it’s movie week woohoo time to watch years and years of recitals :) time to be too lazy to teach lol :p then I’ll finally make it back to the city at 7pm and make another long journey home. hope I don’t forget to bring anything. my brother, his wife, and their baby better stfu tonight so I can sleep.
time for dinner now yay
