I'm at it again. . . .

You would think that my online audition with the worldwide musical television show "Glee" would have turned me way off ever doing an online audition again. . .

WRONG! 


I'm at it once again. . . .Except this time it's not Glee.

It's for a singing contract. Now, I know my voice is not like everyone elses. . . and my Glee audition was not that great. Yet, I need to believe in my self that someone. . . out there. . . in the big bad world will notice i have something. . .


Do I have something?  Or is this just a waste of time. . . we shall see. . . won't we.



here is the site.

http://www.alloytv.com/profile/partyank/

Just like Glee I need followers and star ratings. . . be truthful though. if you don't think it's the best. Don't give it five stars.

I love you all! Have a good day.

Well it is a Wednesday. . . . Chapters 5 -9

“Who ever”. . .Peter

Who ever said that haling a taxi in New York was easy, must have never been in a taxi. It’s 5:15 and eighteen taxies have passed me with no passengers and none have stopped for me even though I look like a crazy man trying to flag one down. I’d walk home, to bad it’s 34 blocks, and it looks like it’s going to rain.

BLAST! Another one just passed by. . .Do I have to be a woman to get one to stop.

Shower Inside & Outside. . .Emma

I didn’t hear Holly bang on the door, telling me they were going and where they were going, so they left a note on the bulletin board that Holly and I placed up there for each other a year ago.  It was mostly notes for her in my handwriting, so it was always a surprise to see something in hers.

Em~

Meet @ Finn’s Grill  

@ 6

Please be there on time and TRY to look nice! J

Great. . . it’s 5:30 and my hair isn’t even dry.

  

Real Workouts. . .Peter

I’ve walked two blocks . . . that counts as exercise right? It’s now 5:45. Why do I keep checking the time? It’s not like I have anywhere to go or anything to do.  It’s only Friday night.

I felt the first few drops of winter rain.

I better start getting a real work out and run.

Community Service . . . Emma

 It’s pouring, it’s 5:50, and the restaurant is 23 blocks away . . . great . . . well on the bright side my hair is wet already.

‘TAXI!!!”

Oh good. One stopped, it’s so good to be a woman.

“Wait”

What the? As soon as I was going to get into my cab a man in a drenched work suit  running from no where comes toward me. Crap. This is why I carried pepper spray. Just slip into my trench coat pocket and I can feel the small cold metal can in my fingers.

“Wait” as this man came closer. .. breathing rather heavy.

“Wait. . . .  I’ve. . . been running. . . for the . . . past.. . 8 blocks. . . .can . . . I share the cab with you?”

Dang. . . this is why I hated going to church. The preacher always tells you to be kind to those around you, and share the love, and give service to your community. . . and then you feel quilt when you don’t. Heck. . . it’s already 5:56. . . what do I have to lose?

Me + Math = No

The relationship I have with Math is best described as the relationship between Benedick and Beatrice  in Shakespeare's "Much Ado About Nothing" (This is my favorite play by the 'Player' Shakespeare, If you didn't know) Benedick and Beatrice both hate each other. They say nasty things to each other and loath the presences of one another even when in a crowded room. 

This is the same with Math and I.

Math will always look up at me at my puzzled face and whisper only loud enough for me to hear. . . 

"You don't get it do you?"

 "You must be dumb if you do not know how to get the answer." 

"8b + 4c x a3 - 25, find the sum for E. . . oh wait, you can't cause you are S-T-U-P-I-D!" 

and after hearing his silent snickers to himself for about 20 minutes, I can't take it. Thus I take the math book and slam it to the ground stabbing it with my pen and protractor telling him that I am going to stab him at a 90 degree angle. . . 

Which he then says I'm actually at 85 degree angle. . . that is when I throw him out the window on I-15 going 80. . . 

SURVIVE NOW SUCKER! WHAT IS THE SUM OF E NOW! WAHAHA HA HA HA

My revenge on math would be bitter sweet. However like Beatrice and Benedick. . . they find that although they spit on the ground the other walks upon, they worship the ground they walk on and find that love can come come from the most hurtful of remarks. . . 

ALTHOUGH, now that I think about, My relationship with math will most likely not be like those of Benedick and Beatrice. . . Four days a week of math at 8 in the morning. . . I believe by December there will be no love. 

Maybe I'll be more like Gandalf with math. . . just won't take any crap from it. 

Can you tell I start school tomorrow? 

It's been a while

So. . .
I haven't been updating this blog. . .
there is no way really around it. . .

Daniel told me today he gets on to see what I've written, turns out I haven't. Sorry. . . my only reader.
However, what do I say? what should I write about?!?! TELL ME!!!!


Okay, I'll keep this blog updated if you people give me ideas to write about?!?! sounds fair. :)


Love and Peace my Silent Reader(s) . . . .