yeah. my violin recital is over. though i had a horrible experience that night. ate something wrong at dinner. felt like puking only when it was too late to go to the toilet. it was ok during the first piece, then when we shuffled around for the next piece, i felt the sour-ish shit in my throat. halfway unfortunately, some of the hydrochloricated pasta came up, but noo way did i puked it on stage. no. i did the o-so-noble thing and swallowed it back. eeeeewwwwwww. but the rest went well. luckily i managed to hold it in till the end. yuke. no more pasta for me for a lonng time. then i went home and dreamt of projectile vomit the whole night, then (in my dream) i was sent away to work at some oil rig and i was soooo sad, because i was not allowed to go home and then i had to man some cash register. then i got made even more depressed because the cash register kept adding things wrongly, so i had to add stuff mentally. BUT i kept adding things wrongly too. that was way too much for me. i became morbidly depressed after that. then i woke at 11 on friday and i missed school that morning. so i turned to 5 hours of Mr Darcy to cheer me up. honestly, watching pride and prejudice works wonders! they should use this instead of, what's that drug called? prozac? ah whatever..
~bigSis