Le week-end
Apr. 8th, 2005 08:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebratqueenMy mind is all abuzz with the desire to write something. Here's hoping that can pan out for Sunday, which shall once again be my day of leisurely breakfast of some kind had with a proper tea.
Why not tomorrow? you might ask. Good question. Tomorrow I am going to shoot things! The schedule has finally panned out for me to go take those gun lessons I was promised back at Christmas, so tomorrow morning I head a couple of towns over and am apparently locked in a room for 6-7 hours until I get NRA certification. At which point I'm assuming I'll be allowed to take over the world.
Next weekend is Electric Vindaloo, which I am much looking forward to even though it means that I shall yet again be missing the open house at my dance school. The last one was during the Xmas season, and this time I just can't imagine getting from the city to the school in any kind of timely manner (and nevermind the low odds of me getting any sleep the night before). I'm disappointed b/c the open houses are like unto an informal recital where we show off our skills. But nobody needs to see my skill of falling flat on my face because I just passed out, so missing it I shall do. There's always next time, and only one Electric Vindaloo.
Why not tomorrow? you might ask. Good question. Tomorrow I am going to shoot things! The schedule has finally panned out for me to go take those gun lessons I was promised back at Christmas, so tomorrow morning I head a couple of towns over and am apparently locked in a room for 6-7 hours until I get NRA certification. At which point I'm assuming I'll be allowed to take over the world.
Next weekend is Electric Vindaloo, which I am much looking forward to even though it means that I shall yet again be missing the open house at my dance school. The last one was during the Xmas season, and this time I just can't imagine getting from the city to the school in any kind of timely manner (and nevermind the low odds of me getting any sleep the night before). I'm disappointed b/c the open houses are like unto an informal recital where we show off our skills. But nobody needs to see my skill of falling flat on my face because I just passed out, so missing it I shall do. There's always next time, and only one Electric Vindaloo.
