Bunch of us between the high school and industry shows. I am so much awkward.
Mah shtuff on the runway.
First 30 seconds is basically nothing (technical difficulties with the production team) and I’m awkward as fuck at the end, but STUFF.
Found out earlier that my collection is opening the show.
0.0” Holy tits.
I do not like going first for anything. And I had zero saw/choice in this decision. Fuuuuuuuckity fuck fuck balls WHY ME?! (first world problems) Been kinda in and out of general awareness of anything around me for hours now.
The faculty fucking loves our year.
They spent most of last semester complaining about everything that went wrong last year and warning us about them being hardasses if we made a repeat of it, and now that it’s two days from the end they’re all praising the shit out of us. Malcolm told us earlier how fucking proud and happy he is with all of us and how professional we’ve been throughout this clusterfuck of a semester. Ahmad was fucking thrilled with me having everything done on Thursday and helping a few people out this morning with finishing their stuff. And now Zita’s saying how well things have been going thanks to us busting our asses.
FUCK YES CLASS OF 2012!
Less than 48 hours until the first of three shows in one day.
Watching 90s Spider-Man (for the first time; I’m used to the 60s one) and slowly sipping on whiskey. Just took Maila for a walk (and now my arm wants to die) and fully enjoying the calm before the storm.
Setup at the venue tomorrow at noon. So close.
