'teenage dirtbag.'

admittingly, I've been feeling a bit overworked in the last couple of weeks. (blame the vaginas.) also, with karaoke becoming a regular part of the week, maybe it's lost all of its glitz, all of its glamour. I had a long rehearsal yesterday. ('tvm' is going to be really good, even if there is a girl in the cast who can't pronounce the 'v' sound. instead, she uses a 'wa' sound. she's a really nice girl and does a really good job, but it is a bit distracting to hear 'wagina.') whatever the reasons, karaoke wednesday was not invigorating, as it usually is. maybe harry and I have hit a slump. we're no longer newbies. we're not yet seasoned veterans. being in some horrible transition state of precariousness is never pleasant. and not that the wheatus bit didn't go off. it just didn't go off as well as I would have liked it too. (do I really have to be so serious about EVERYTHING you ask? I try not to be.)

anyway, karaoke, in all, was lovely. however, I am looking to chill out a bit, have fun, and remember that I'm not hoping to be 'discovered.'

in other karaoke news, big shout to marci and her crew o' drunken sailors last saturday. a-maz-ing marisol. maybe we should plan on a duet?