WOOT. Ancient Egypt is The Bomb. And I only have to write one essay this week and it's an informative one about the Jewish exile to Babylon, so it requires no thinking at all.
But what the fuck is with my coach subbing me on Friday? I mean, once makes sense because we needed someone fresh to get past that server and I needed to tie my shoe and people were getting confused about if I was setting or not, but then she took me out again for NO FUCKING REASON. ASDFGHJKL GRRRR...
We got an improv/skit/thingy to do in theatre (like always), but my group has to do a "musical break-up." We took the break-up as best friends breaking-up over a guy. We had this lame barbershop quartet thing going on, until I got home and listened to the Wicked soundtrack.... and realized that part of What Is This Feeling? would be PERRRFFFEEECCCCTTT. And one of the chicks in my group is in love with Wicked, too. I'm texting her right now, and she's gonna sing it with me.
Ok, so here's how it's gonna go:
*Guy walks by*
BOTH- *Look at guy*
What is this feeling
So sudden and new?
I felt the moment
I laid eyes on you.
My pulse is rushing
My head is reeling
My face is flushing
What is this feeling?
Fervid as a flame...
Does it have a name?
*Turn and stare at each other*
For your face!
Let's just say...
I loathe it all!
Every little trait, however small,
Makes my very flesh begin to crawl!
With simple utter
There's a strange exhiliration
In such total detestation
It's so pure so strong!
Though I do admit it came on fast,
Still, I do believe that it can last.
And I will be loathing, loathing you
Yes, Because we are just that awesome. The teacher will get it, at least.
Dear Galinda you are much too good
how do you stand her I don't think I could
she's a terror she's a tarter
and we meen this to be honest
but Galinda you're a martyr--
Well, these things are sent to tryyyyyyyy us!
Poor Galinda forced to reside
with someone so disgusticified;
we just want to tell you, we're all on your siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide...