Bad Weekend, Busy Monday, and Migraine Tuesday
Gods, I feel like shit right now... I just need to vent, or I'm gonna explode.
Had to go to work on Saturday. That would have been fine, except for the fact that I asked to have the weekend off a month in advance so I could go to Folklife. Then Sarah would do the sale with my mom. Yeah, well, she called on Wednesday to say she was sick and couldn't work then. So, since Lisa had more solid plans than me, and she was having her first day off from all three of her jobs in... forever, I stepped up to fill in. Of course, being Memorial Day weekend, the sale was crappy. But the thing that got me most was when Aviva (Sarah's mom, my viola teacher) came by and said that Sarah was feeling much better, with just a sore throat, and that she went to a rehearsal for her friend's recital that morning. I. Was. Pissed. Yeah, sorry, you're well enough to go do a favor for a friend, but not well enough to go to work?! Grrr... No vomiting, no diarrhea, no fever = get your ass to work, bitch! I am so glad I didn't see her the rest of the weekend, or I would have decked her. By the time I got home, I was so upset I didn't feel like going anywhere.
Sunday was cleaning day. Period. I was not allowed to go anywhere (despite my many protests). For those of you who don't know, my room is a pit. No one remembers the last time I cleaned it. Or if there was a floor underneath anything. Or if it used to smell like anything other than rat. So, needless to say, the actual task of cleaning wasn't a very pleasant one. The rinis were already in another room downstairs (long story), so I didn't have to deal with them reacting to what was about to happen. And it was a good thing, too. Even with the painter's mask I put on my face, I was having severe nasal and lung allergy reactions to all the dust. I pulled out things I haven't seen for at least 7 years. I threw out more things than I knew was possible, going through three garbage bags and a big paper recycling box. That wasn't the worst part, though. About half way through going through all my things, I saw something small and black crawling on one of my things. Soon, I found more in the carpet. GYAHHHHHH!!!!!! INFESTATION!!!!!!! After that, things started flying. Garbage bags got fuller faster, and as soon as I got enough floor, I vacuumed the hell out of it. Then I took a long, hot shower. I'm sleeping in the guest room now. I'm afraid to go back in mine.
Monday, Memorial Day, came and with it the thing that I've been anticipating all month - my belly dance teacher's bhangra fusion workshop. I really couldn't wait to do it - I got there 15 minutes before check-in! It was intense. Truly. Usually after a normal class, I'm happy if I broke a sweat. After this, I was drenched. For the first time ever, I needed to drink water in the middle of a class - and I didn't bring a water bottle! Luckily though, a lady that I go to weekly classes with shared some of hers with me (I totally owe her one). It was so much fun, though! There was so much energy everywhere, the moves were amazing, everyone was getting so into it... two hours seemed way too short! Wow... just wow...
After that, I finally got to go to Folklife. My friend, Austin, picked me up from the workshop, and we went directly to Seattle Center (I had a change of clothes with me). Fun time! First we got something to eat (dancing makes you hungry!). Then, we caught the tail-end of a small show that a circus school put on (I couldn't see much, though ;.; ). Then, after a little bit of perusing through the vendors, we went to see a drum group (their set was... strange... I went around the corner to see the people who were hula hooping instead), then a marimba band (which I liked much better - and got to watch a bunch of the audience dance like fools ^^). Then, sugary snacks, watching street performances, and running into a whole lot of people.
Then finally, the part I was most looking forward to, the belly dance performances! Austin was right on this one - it was a better view sitting in the bleachers. We stuck around for three out of the four acts. I didn't like the first one so much... Bren and Kahla told me when I ran into them, that they were friends of the dancers in that group, and that they were also in one of my teacher's classes. I guess they were alright, but... I could tell they were still learning. Very much so. I never thought I could feel so strongly about wanting something to be over! The second set of performers were much better. As a dance style, cabaret belly dance is very foreign to me, but I liked these ladies a lot. There were also a lot of costume changes... wow. My favorite out of that set was when one of them came out with two veils attached to her back with batons at the end, to make them look like wings. It was really amazing. The last group, I was particularly looking forward to seeing, mostly because of the name: Raqs Serpentine. Those of you who have driven to my house know why ;) The announcer for the evening said that their style is very theatrical, and he was right. At first I didn't know what to think of it, but it quickly grew on me. At the very beginning, one of the dancers had all of these veils wrapped tightly around her, and after each veil was removed, she started dancing with the body part it covered. First her right arm, then her left, her belly, her hips, and finally, her legs. I'm not sure of the technical aspect of their dance, but I was entertained, which is what counts to me. I'd definitely go to see them again.
After that, we left and walked around a little bit more. Things were wrapping up. We found this awesome old guy with a guitar, though. He called himself "Baby Gramps" and he was a scream! He had groupies, too! We totally loved his stuff, so we got a CD. Austin has it right now, but I'm hoping he lets me have it on Thursday. Then we went into the Center House and got Orange Juliuses - after daring each other to Salsa our way to the shop! LOL. Then, I finally checked my phone - my parents had called me seven times. Oops. I called them back and assured them that I was heading home soon.
Here's where things got bad. Austin parked the cars a few blocks away from the Center to save money. Unfortunately, neither of us had to sense to take note of what street it was, or where it was in relation to the Center. Thus, we ended up getting lost looking for the goddamn vehicle. After about a half hour of that, I was pretty pissy, so I told Austin I was heading back to the Seattle Center and calling my dad. Did that, waited 15 minutes, watched kids get in trouble for being around the fountain, cus someone stuck soap in it, saw Austin looking very embarrassed and apologetic, then my Dad came, and we searched for his car in the minivan. Somehow, that took another half hour, and when we finally found the fucking thing it was in the exact opposite direction of where we thought it was. Guh... At the end of the night, I went to bed with a headache.
Tuesday morning, I woke up with the same headache. Except it turned into a migraine. Sadly, for appearances, I had to go to school. However, I was feeling shitty enough that I skipped Chem. Both lecture and lab. I just couldn't deal with it. Instead I hung out in the PUB, in the side room, and watched blond David play Gunbound. And talked to rhiannonneylana a little bit (though I'm pretty sure she was getting annoyed with my constant ADD). And saw Austin, who was still looking embarrassed and apologetic. Finally, at about 11:00, I was pretty sure I wasn't gonna make it through Circus class, so I called my dad, and he drove me home. I immediately went upstairs and went to bed. I slept till 5:00, when my mom came home. Got up, puttered around, passed out at 6:30. Got up at 8:00 for dinner, passed out again at 9:00, while Mom was watching a thing on Oprah about how we should prepare for a Bird Flu pandemic. Got up at about a quarter to midnight, took my medicine, gave Willow her antibiotics, fed the rinis and got here. I really hope I'm not getting sick. I really, really hope I'm not getting sick.
Shit, it's really late. I'm gonna go to bed. Again.
Had to go to work on Saturday. That would have been fine, except for the fact that I asked to have the weekend off a month in advance so I could go to Folklife. Then Sarah would do the sale with my mom. Yeah, well, she called on Wednesday to say she was sick and couldn't work then. So, since Lisa had more solid plans than me, and she was having her first day off from all three of her jobs in... forever, I stepped up to fill in. Of course, being Memorial Day weekend, the sale was crappy. But the thing that got me most was when Aviva (Sarah's mom, my viola teacher) came by and said that Sarah was feeling much better, with just a sore throat, and that she went to a rehearsal for her friend's recital that morning. I. Was. Pissed. Yeah, sorry, you're well enough to go do a favor for a friend, but not well enough to go to work?! Grrr... No vomiting, no diarrhea, no fever = get your ass to work, bitch! I am so glad I didn't see her the rest of the weekend, or I would have decked her. By the time I got home, I was so upset I didn't feel like going anywhere.
Sunday was cleaning day. Period. I was not allowed to go anywhere (despite my many protests). For those of you who don't know, my room is a pit. No one remembers the last time I cleaned it. Or if there was a floor underneath anything. Or if it used to smell like anything other than rat. So, needless to say, the actual task of cleaning wasn't a very pleasant one. The rinis were already in another room downstairs (long story), so I didn't have to deal with them reacting to what was about to happen. And it was a good thing, too. Even with the painter's mask I put on my face, I was having severe nasal and lung allergy reactions to all the dust. I pulled out things I haven't seen for at least 7 years. I threw out more things than I knew was possible, going through three garbage bags and a big paper recycling box. That wasn't the worst part, though. About half way through going through all my things, I saw something small and black crawling on one of my things. Soon, I found more in the carpet. GYAHHHHHH!!!!!! INFESTATION!!!!!!! After that, things started flying. Garbage bags got fuller faster, and as soon as I got enough floor, I vacuumed the hell out of it. Then I took a long, hot shower. I'm sleeping in the guest room now. I'm afraid to go back in mine.
Monday, Memorial Day, came and with it the thing that I've been anticipating all month - my belly dance teacher's bhangra fusion workshop. I really couldn't wait to do it - I got there 15 minutes before check-in! It was intense. Truly. Usually after a normal class, I'm happy if I broke a sweat. After this, I was drenched. For the first time ever, I needed to drink water in the middle of a class - and I didn't bring a water bottle! Luckily though, a lady that I go to weekly classes with shared some of hers with me (I totally owe her one). It was so much fun, though! There was so much energy everywhere, the moves were amazing, everyone was getting so into it... two hours seemed way too short! Wow... just wow...
After that, I finally got to go to Folklife. My friend, Austin, picked me up from the workshop, and we went directly to Seattle Center (I had a change of clothes with me). Fun time! First we got something to eat (dancing makes you hungry!). Then, we caught the tail-end of a small show that a circus school put on (I couldn't see much, though ;.; ). Then, after a little bit of perusing through the vendors, we went to see a drum group (their set was... strange... I went around the corner to see the people who were hula hooping instead), then a marimba band (which I liked much better - and got to watch a bunch of the audience dance like fools ^^). Then, sugary snacks, watching street performances, and running into a whole lot of people.
Then finally, the part I was most looking forward to, the belly dance performances! Austin was right on this one - it was a better view sitting in the bleachers. We stuck around for three out of the four acts. I didn't like the first one so much... Bren and Kahla told me when I ran into them, that they were friends of the dancers in that group, and that they were also in one of my teacher's classes. I guess they were alright, but... I could tell they were still learning. Very much so. I never thought I could feel so strongly about wanting something to be over! The second set of performers were much better. As a dance style, cabaret belly dance is very foreign to me, but I liked these ladies a lot. There were also a lot of costume changes... wow. My favorite out of that set was when one of them came out with two veils attached to her back with batons at the end, to make them look like wings. It was really amazing. The last group, I was particularly looking forward to seeing, mostly because of the name: Raqs Serpentine. Those of you who have driven to my house know why ;) The announcer for the evening said that their style is very theatrical, and he was right. At first I didn't know what to think of it, but it quickly grew on me. At the very beginning, one of the dancers had all of these veils wrapped tightly around her, and after each veil was removed, she started dancing with the body part it covered. First her right arm, then her left, her belly, her hips, and finally, her legs. I'm not sure of the technical aspect of their dance, but I was entertained, which is what counts to me. I'd definitely go to see them again.
After that, we left and walked around a little bit more. Things were wrapping up. We found this awesome old guy with a guitar, though. He called himself "Baby Gramps" and he was a scream! He had groupies, too! We totally loved his stuff, so we got a CD. Austin has it right now, but I'm hoping he lets me have it on Thursday. Then we went into the Center House and got Orange Juliuses - after daring each other to Salsa our way to the shop! LOL. Then, I finally checked my phone - my parents had called me seven times. Oops. I called them back and assured them that I was heading home soon.
Here's where things got bad. Austin parked the cars a few blocks away from the Center to save money. Unfortunately, neither of us had to sense to take note of what street it was, or where it was in relation to the Center. Thus, we ended up getting lost looking for the goddamn vehicle. After about a half hour of that, I was pretty pissy, so I told Austin I was heading back to the Seattle Center and calling my dad. Did that, waited 15 minutes, watched kids get in trouble for being around the fountain, cus someone stuck soap in it, saw Austin looking very embarrassed and apologetic, then my Dad came, and we searched for his car in the minivan. Somehow, that took another half hour, and when we finally found the fucking thing it was in the exact opposite direction of where we thought it was. Guh... At the end of the night, I went to bed with a headache.
Tuesday morning, I woke up with the same headache. Except it turned into a migraine. Sadly, for appearances, I had to go to school. However, I was feeling shitty enough that I skipped Chem. Both lecture and lab. I just couldn't deal with it. Instead I hung out in the PUB, in the side room, and watched blond David play Gunbound. And talked to rhiannonneylana a little bit (though I'm pretty sure she was getting annoyed with my constant ADD). And saw Austin, who was still looking embarrassed and apologetic. Finally, at about 11:00, I was pretty sure I wasn't gonna make it through Circus class, so I called my dad, and he drove me home. I immediately went upstairs and went to bed. I slept till 5:00, when my mom came home. Got up, puttered around, passed out at 6:30. Got up at 8:00 for dinner, passed out again at 9:00, while Mom was watching a thing on Oprah about how we should prepare for a Bird Flu pandemic. Got up at about a quarter to midnight, took my medicine, gave Willow her antibiotics, fed the rinis and got here. I really hope I'm not getting sick. I really, really hope I'm not getting sick.
Shit, it's really late. I'm gonna go to bed. Again.