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| You all know that I am not normally one to change...I am a pretty routine person...
But I decided it was time to get rid of this Xanga and move to a new.
You can find my posts at KarmaCommie
Later.
~Zechariah~ | | |
| Wow...So much stuff going on.
I've been playing bass for Batboy for the past few days. That is going awesome. Everyday the pit improves 100%. Our conductor is damn good at what he does, and he's hillarious as fuck. Opening night is this evening. We're gonna kick ass. Big thanks to Matt Morey for getting my spirits up about this event...let me explain: After the first rehearsal I was talking with Matt and I said that the music was too hard and how I had considered not doing it for fear of fucking everything up. He laughed at me. Then he explained how that was not the attitude he had come to know from me. That really meant a lot and I need to thank him. Plus his role as the Preacher is awesome.
Playing at Connxtions this weekend. Yes, after Batboy I'm heading to Connxtions to play even more music. Thankfully, though, I'm making money off of all this since I have not worked at Blockbuster in close to a week.
Been staying at Allison's this week. I saw my dad at the high school on Tuesday night because he was there for Community Singers rehearsal and I was there for Batboy. He misses me. He keeps calling me every night when I'm at Batboy rehearsal. I'm glad I have parents who care.
OK, break time in my history class is almost over. Later.
~Zechariah~ | | |
| If nothing were wrong in Lansing tonight, then I wouldn't be here. Then I wouldn't be here. If nothing we wrong in the world tonight, then we wouldn't be here. Then we wouldn't be here. If nothing were wrong with society, then they wouldn't be here. Then they wouldn't be here. If nothing were wrong in Lansing tonight, then I wouldn't be here. Then I wouldn't be here. And I know that it's not perfect. But what's the fun in never getting things wrong? When all we have is time to work; then why stop and lay down here?
p.s. I just wrote a three page paper on modern American daycare services in less then two hours...go me for procrastination. | | |
| Thanks for all the comments on my last post, people. Really appreciate it.
Had to get up pretty early today and go back to my doctor. If you didn't know, I had to have part of my toenail removed because it was ingrown and causing serious pain. It's fine now but she needed to do a check up on it a couple days after the procedure was done.
Meeting with the President of Lansing Community College at noon today. I'm on the committee that sits down and asked her a lot of, "What the fuck?!" questions. Atleast that's what I like to say we do. We actually are a very well organized group. Proud to be part of it.
I was suppose to go tie shopping today for homecoming (yes, I'm going to homecoming again...fuck anyone who thinks I'm a loser) but apparently I have to work at 7:00. I could go between my choir class and work...that would be fine.
Well, time to slam a pot of coffee to keep myself from drifting off in this chair. Later.
~Zechariah~
"Three humble shoemakers brainstorming will make a great statesman. " | | |
| - Long and Winding Road Fat test in about 20minutes. I've been studying for a while. Stayed up until 12:30 (not that late, but when you have to get up early, it feels late) studying and then got up early to study more. I've got some Apple Flautas, some coffee, and a triple espresso in me. I think I'm ready.
It's good to be friends with people who work at Beaner's. Last night I was putting up fliers for our show on Thursday at The Machine Shop and I stopped by there because I saw Aaron Hardy's car there. I couldn't put up any fliers because they follow coporate rules just like Blockbuster does, but he gave me an awesome potion consisting of Irish Cream, Caramel, and four shots of espresso. That helped with the studying...then Andy Tumosa hooked me up with an extra shot of espresso this morning. 
OK, I'm off. Later kids.
~Zechariah~
Edit: Had a nifty little moment today. Went to my Vocal Performance class today and our accompanist walked in. I walked up to him and showed him the music to "The Long and Winding Road." We sat down and I sang the first three words and he stopped, turned, and looked up at me and said, "Damn! You've got alot of voice! Try out for my choir next semester." Then we continued and the last thing he said was, "Beautiful..."
Sorry for "bragging" if you will, but it meant alot because this guy is good. Awesome jazz artist. That's all. | | |
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