Oi! Finally an update. I warn ya it's a long one- but there are pictures!
First order of business: My video report is finished. Hurah! It only took me 3 hours in the editing suite this time because- and this I am astonished at- nothing went wrong.
Next...the Burlesque show I attended. It was pretty good, but I'm not going to lie, I wasn't that impressed. The venue wasn't big enough at all, and the actual troop- not the guest artists, were not that great.
However I do have some amusing pictures and captions to go with them...
The first act; a dancing box of chocolates. I approve.
To this I say "oh my"
and to this I don't know what to say...I know it's blurry but I love the expression...
The night isn't complete until you corrupt Jesus...
To this I say wtf?
Oh and this was our lovely host...the transvestite, not the one with his head in the transvestites crotch.
The Jesus corruptor also has hairy nipples. Go figure...
We then took a break and watched a girl stuff nails in her nose..
This was followed by the most talented girl of the night. I just wish I could remember her name...
Oh and I forgot to say...Meet Chelsea. She is on cocaine (apparently) which she insists does not make you fall down.
More of our lovely and talented guest preformer, this time with fans.
Now I bet you are going to wonder what the fuck this is...
This is me in the reflection of a toilet. That's right, a toilet. My finger was stepped on by a spike heel as a girl ran up to the stage, with no consideration of the photographers, other people on the ground, or even the girl in a wheel chair. She ripped a sizeable chunk of flesh from my middle finger, which had it not hurt so much, I would have promptly shoved somewhere.
Anyway I bled...lots. I had to go to the bathroom out of dizzyness, where I thought in my altered perception that this would be really funny to take. It wasn't.
When I left the bathroom, into the dimly lit bar to go back to the show I passed out...with my $1000 around my neck.
The first thing I said when I came to "Did I break my Camera?"
I didn't.
So...THE END.
Now that this is done, I can go to bed, and worry about other school stuff tommorow.
First order of business: My video report is finished. Hurah! It only took me 3 hours in the editing suite this time because- and this I am astonished at- nothing went wrong.
Next...the Burlesque show I attended. It was pretty good, but I'm not going to lie, I wasn't that impressed. The venue wasn't big enough at all, and the actual troop- not the guest artists, were not that great.
However I do have some amusing pictures and captions to go with them...
The first act; a dancing box of chocolates. I approve.
To this I say "oh my"
and to this I don't know what to say...I know it's blurry but I love the expression...
The night isn't complete until you corrupt Jesus...
To this I say wtf?
Oh and this was our lovely host...the transvestite, not the one with his head in the transvestites crotch.
The Jesus corruptor also has hairy nipples. Go figure...
We then took a break and watched a girl stuff nails in her nose..
This was followed by the most talented girl of the night. I just wish I could remember her name...
Oh and I forgot to say...Meet Chelsea. She is on cocaine (apparently) which she insists does not make you fall down.
More of our lovely and talented guest preformer, this time with fans.
Now I bet you are going to wonder what the fuck this is...
This is me in the reflection of a toilet. That's right, a toilet. My finger was stepped on by a spike heel as a girl ran up to the stage, with no consideration of the photographers, other people on the ground, or even the girl in a wheel chair. She ripped a sizeable chunk of flesh from my middle finger, which had it not hurt so much, I would have promptly shoved somewhere.
Anyway I bled...lots. I had to go to the bathroom out of dizzyness, where I thought in my altered perception that this would be really funny to take. It wasn't.
When I left the bathroom, into the dimly lit bar to go back to the show I passed out...with my $1000 around my neck.
The first thing I said when I came to "Did I break my Camera?"
I didn't.
So...THE END.
Now that this is done, I can go to bed, and worry about other school stuff tommorow.
I once sliced my thumb open fighting my bro for the remote control. The battery cover came off and cut deep into my thumb. I bled a bucket load and my bro and mate escorted me to the docs, and on the way I passed out in the middle of the road in heavy traffic!
Thanks for sharing the pics.
For all of those reading the comments she hasn't even gone to the doctor's about it and won't listen to her mother or I when we say she should