This tower, friends, country-men and serfs, is not a true tower but a metaphorical one. It is comprised of two pillars, eight hours long, One rises out of the second day, and the Second rises from the fourth. And between the two lay a princess, forever trapt in the manual labour of a part-time job.
Kay....... thats pretty much enough of that. Basically that's pretty much a riddlexmetaphor about how I had to work 8 hours on tuesday and thursday, after school. And don't worry I wouldn't compare myself to a princess, that would be silly.
The princess was *drum roll* the IMPROV COMPETITION last night. Oh man it was so fun, but see when you go to school for lots of hours, and then go to work for 8 hours (I was done at 11, I didn't get home until 11:30. Don't ask why, you don't want to know the answer). And go to school for more hours the next day. (I didn't go to school in the morning however, because well I didn't want to be fallign asleep at the improv competition and I didn't have my english homework done, Hah!) And then ppsstt.... I'm changing into first person now I stayed after school and worked on my homework, yay, and did some final practising with the team before the competition.
Holy crap, the competition was awesome. I had my doubts but everyone really pulled together and the team melded really well together after just a few short weeks and I can't wait to see what we do in March.
P.S I work tonight so, don't go to New Hamburg Tim Horton's I want as little customers as possible.
P.P.S. There is a direct co-relation between going to Toronto and being ridiculously tired. It's a fact, and 30 Helens agree.
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