Writer's Craft. As usual. It's beginning to sink into my puny little head that I need to start my writer's craft assignment. See, I have to write 22 pages, or something to that effect, by next friday. Typed. Bah ram ewe. Really.
Anyways, I'm in a good mood today. Excellency. And as I intend to do nothing tonight all will be well. Nothing, nothing, nothing. I'll write in here though. Bye for now.,
So I just wanted to write a little post about yesterday's depressing experience. Bathing suit shooping. Yuck. I think they should go back to bathing suits 60s style. I'd wear 'em, I'm sure there are other people who would too! Anyways, not exceptionally important.
So, I haven't done any work since monday, and there's a history test tomorrow. Thankfullu\y, it's after lunch, which means that for me to mass minimally I probably don't have to study 'til lunchtime. Thank the lord for that! Right, well I'm in a good mood today. WaaHoo!!
The end, until later that is,
Cat,
Well, I was going to answer the questions of Lauren's random quizzie here, but I realized I can't. I'm completly incapable. Not stupid, just really wouldn't know what to write. I find that rather sad. I'll justify it with the fact that that quiz is semi-directed at people who are plugged in to what's happening around them (sort of). I, as you know, am most certainly not that.
So no space filler, just the image of me, grinning in despair.
I'm angry. I hate the fact that someone can be mad at me based entirely on things they've heard from other people. Especially when it was probably something someone told her to shift the blame from themselves. Not that there's any blame involved, actually, if she's mad for the reason I think she is. But it doesn't matter. Why would I care about losing a friend. Here's one thing I'll say though. No matter how this turns out, even if she doesn't stay mad, she isn't getting a page in my sketchbook. So damn the whole situation to hell. Damn it I say!
Wishing the whole world (with the exception of a few) would curl up and die,
Cat,
Sadly, only one post today. See! I'm not as much of a fanatic as you all think I am. Right. So I've had some interesting conversations tonight. ICQ is a brilliant invention. MSN, less so (except for the fact that multiple messages are SO much easier). Anyways, that's all I have to say. The end, goodbye. La la la la la.,
So this afternoon rocked. First of all, Canada is the champion of hockey. (I would sing the appropriate song, but I've screamed out my voice). I saw the game at Cherry's, with Vikki, Mini-Van, Cherry and Jane. It was fun. Secondly, It's only once every... well... 50 years that a number of torontonians as big as the one today go out on Yonge street with Canadian flags, dressed in red and white, screaming at the top of their lungs. My voice will never be the same. I swear. I was hanging out one side of the car, holding the super-cool canada flag windsock on a hockey stick, and Jane was on the other side with the flag. Liz was in the middle, she yelled and stuck her hand out the window for high fives. All three of us, dressed in red and white, being driven around by my dad with Rob in the front seat in bits of his hockey gear. We saw Nick Butler, jumped in and out of the car, ran down the middle of the road, gave mad high fives to the people with this guy, who was playing the bagpipes. Maybe I'm not making sense, but It's 'cause it was great. I'm so happy Cherry had to work and I came home for dinner. So, so happy. Congrats to the canadian men and women's hockey teams. You've brought our sport home.
Okay, alors tristement pour quelques personnes, aujourd’hui c’est la journée du français. Comme ça je peut au moins écrire de mes idées sans que tout-le-monde comprenne.
Alors plus tard c’est la finale du hockey. Je me rends compte comment triste je serais si on perd. C’est plus ou moins ce que j’attends, mais j’espère au moins que la compétition sera plus ou moins égale. Et si le Canada est gagnant, vous en entendrez jamais la fin. Ou au moins pas jusqu’a demain.
Au moment, j’ai des problèmes. Rien de trop sérieux, juste une ou deux petites chose qui limitent ce que j’écris ici. Pas horrible, mais pour moi, qui aimerais tout écrire… De temps en temps je me demande pourquoi j’ai changé de blogs. Ou, pas pouquoi j’ai changé, vraiment, parce que celui à Diaryland me donnait des problèmes, et je n’aimais vraiment pas l’idée que chaque entré avait sa propre page. Celui de blogger est meilleur, mais peut être je n’aurai pas du donné le link a mes amis. Ou au moins, j’aurais du seulement le donné à Claire, et Cherry, et leur faire promettre de ne le pas passer aux autres. Je ne crois pas que ça aurait fonctionné comme ça, parcontre, et j’aime vraiement le commentaire.
Le problème n’est pas vraiement avec mes amis, quand même, comme je leur dit tout éventuellement. C’est plus que certaines personnes peuvent retrouvé la page, donc je ne peut rien écrire sur eux.
En réflèxion, hier avait définitement des aspets de désastre. On avait un plan pour la journée, et la plus bonne part de c’est plans ont tombés à travers des trous. Quelles trous? Je ne le sais vraiment pas.
Assez? Je crois que oui. Si vous avex une question, posez la, mais prennez garde, je répondrais en français.
Oh, et j’ai une question à posé à tout-le-monde. Quelle est l’équivalent de “muah ha ha ha ha” en français? “Gniark gniark gniark”? Idées?
,
I'm going to talk about yesterday, but only briefly, because I really can't go into the funny bits on this blog.
Anyway, we got to the bowling alley yesterday and it was booked until 4:30. Which was completely useless to us, especially as we tried to call the bowling alley on wednesday nd there was no answer. Damn them. So we ended up going to Yonge and Eglinton, but no movies were playing 'til 4 or so. So we went to McDonalds and sat. Then the others (as in not Jane and I) started making other plans, and Jane and I went home. And then we sat at my house, because it was still early. Then the Murrays called, and it was decided they weren't coming for dinner. So we ate the fajitas (and tacos) without them, and Jane left for her plans, and Liz and I watched a bad movie. Not awful, but I wasn't in the mood to deal with the bad acting of Keanu Reeves, especially when he was meant to be holding up the entire show.
So.... philosophical thought of the day?
I s'pose I could make it simple. Ummm....
Breakfast gives you energy. Hah! not philosophical at all! Gonna go eat fore I head to the barn though. Food!
By the way, I'm sorry for the boringness of that blog. Yesterday really wasn't all that interesting. Maybe today will be more impressive. Just maybe.,
Today was good. Taking into consideration the fact that I had only one class, because none of my teachers were there...
Because my art teacher is in Virginia, we watched hockey instead of a replacement. And then I had a spare. So all in all everything rocked. But, I would like to point out that I was disturbed by one thing. Let me outline some little rules of thong wearing:
First, if you're standing up, and your shirt doesn't touch the waist of your pants, the top of your underwear should not show. This applies to all underwear.
Second, rule number one applies doubly if said thong is see through, and red. We don't want to know. This also applies to neon sparkly Olga thongs.
Third, when you sit down, be careful. When the entire triangle bit is above your pants, something is wrong. Someone might even take a picture.
So now you have the idea. This girl, who you wouldn't expect this from, was wearing a see through red thong, and the entire traingle bit was above the waist of her pants. I was looking for Claire everywhere to have her laugh with me but she was in math. So I had to tell Joe and Freddie. Needless to say (because I'm sure you understood), a picture was taken. I think she noticed the flash.
Now, onto other matters of the day. Lobby Hero was good. I would like to congratulate Tristan (through this medium that will never reach him) for being on stage the entire show. Having been a priest in Murder, I know what it's like. If you read this, do not send Tristan the link. The underwear would bother him. Just walk up to him, say "Hey, I heard you were good in the play, congrats!" and walk away. Keep it simple, stupid. Everyone else was really good too. I was surprised by Carlo, he carried off his role really well. Laur and Domi were excellent too. Good show! And congrats to Laur for sticking with it and not giving up!
Next, one of Bill and Ted's Claire, Cherry, Jane and Cat's excellent adventures. We drove Claire home and had a mad spice girls and s club sing along. The way home the music was not half as fun to sing to, but there was some blue weezer, some empire records, some lowest of the low.... We just rock, as a generality. I've realized my voice is much prettier when it's soft, and a little hoarse.
So that's it. My day. Not really exciting, but I think I've discovered some special things.
1. Canada rocks! Go Canada!.
2. Beware of thong.
3. We will never be a successful girl group. Unless it's instrumental. Only I don't play very well.
Happily, no math again. However, I am, at the moment, wasting precious math project time to write this blog. The project has to be in at 9:30. right away after first period. So Lobby Hero is tonight, and I'm gonna go, along with everyone else. It should be okay. I'm hoping I get some fries before hand. Because I really need the oil and fats. Really. I swear. Maybe I should eat some greens, with good old Iron. But maybe not. Where's the fun in being healthy if you can't eat without worrying about it? Right, so I'm down to ten minutes to write my conclusion. Crapity crap.
Oh well. I may as well jump off a cliff. I mean, "10, 000 lemmings cant be wrong", can they? No. You're right. They can't. Man, gotta love those lemmings. Also gotta love B-May. Go read B-May. Yay! Olympics talk!
So now I'm off to never never land. Or not.,
La la la la la! No math class! What could make a not so bright (blonde!) girl happier?!? Waaahooo!
Right, weird, isn't it. When I was about to skip class over my project not being done.... La la la la la.
Claire's friend's questions are doing the rounds. WAHOOOO!
1. What is your favorite guilty pleasure? smarties. mad lots of smarties.
2. What's your favorite line(s) from a song? "The people are nice there, they speak french too, if you don't like it man, you sniff glue." from Oh Canada by Five Iron Frenzy
3. Is it REALLY okay that Apple Jacks don't taste like apples? Why or why not? Never tried 'em, never mean to.
4. Word Association (type the first thing that comes into your little brain as you read these)
Macaroni and Cheese: Tuna
Britney Spears: belly
Bulletproof Marshmallows: MICHELIN!
Sex: erm, are you trying to make me uncomfortable?
Bum: me
Dandy: that song by Herman's Hermits
Otown: liquid dreams
Insanity: la la la la la
Love: ME!
Hate: people who get good grades, and don't go to class... no, no names.
Puke: orange crush
Big: Big green
Little: Yellow. Different.
Christmas: December
Fairies: sparkles
Chikun: bad spelling?
Donuts: Homer
5. True or false?
A. It is okay to steal little things (pens, notebooks, your boss's wallet... etc.) from around the workplace as long as no one catches you.
false
B. Love sucks.
true! SO true
C. Little men live inside your walls and they glow in the dark and come out at night to do glow in the dark dances for you.
You too?!? I thought it was just me! And all the drugs.
6. Why do ephelants (yes, I said EPHELENTS! PROBLEM?) paint their toenails red?
I think it's a sort of ritual. Sort of like me calling Claire on the telemephone to tell her whats on the tevelision
7. Do you feel sorry for the Trix Rabbit?
yes, madly
8. Does your toilet flush clockwise or counterclockwise? (if you aren't sure, go look, you lazy bum!)
It flushes straight down. Sadly.
9. Who have people mistaken you for?
Claire, Liz, Beth (once), my aunts, that model for seventeen, from the august after level one. (Yes, I remember, quite funny, that)
10. What food do you HATE and what does it taste like to you? (be creative and descriptive please)
Liver. And pate. I've never tasted either, but the idea itself is enough to make me ill.
11. If you had to chop off a body part, which one would you prefer and why?
probly a finger. Considering past experience, they seem to be heading that way anyways.
12. REALLY! How many BOYS does it TAKE to put down a FRIGGIN TOILET SEAT?
Better than them not lifting it up, I say.
13. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
I'm really not sure.
14. Have you ever seen a pig fly?
Only on the Simpsons.
15. Wouldn't it be funny if they did? funny ?
Yes, actually. They'd look like bees with their pudgy bodies and little wings. I can't imagine a pig with big, stately wings.
16. What's the absolute worst:
Movie? I could list forever, but that one with Julia Stiles and Freddie Prinze Jr. Telling that damn story with her leaving, and the shampoo drinking.... grrr...
Song? A lot of pukey, angry, kill everyone songs I could think of.
Band/Musical Group? Britney Spears! She's not awful yet, but by the time she's finished getting progressively worse?
Smell? sewage
Relative? scary little cousin, not very little, kind of slutty.
Hairdo? mullet with obvious remnants of rat tails.
Trend? Safety-pin earrings. Cool, but so unsafe.
Actress? Britney
Actor? Britney
Commercial? Life insurance, any life insurance.
Question? how's your love life?
17. What color are your current pair of underwear?
purple.
18. Name three famous people you would like to see nekkid.
Let's not get into that.
19. Name three famous people you hope NEVER to see nekkid.
Manson, you know which one. *shudder*
20. What is your honest opinion of Ramen Noodles?
umm. they're excellent (what!?)
21. Is there anything duct tape CAN'T fix?
It's effectiveness on my car 's mirror leads me to say... no.
22. Do you think small woodland creatures live in Dionne Warwick's nose? If so, do you think she ought to have known because of her Psychic Friends? oh my... Do you think they don't tell her because they think it's funny? Do you think it's funny?
Yes. completely, and as I was saying.... *cough* psychopath *cough*
23. Off the top of your head, what's the funniest part of any movie(s) that you have seen?
the women wearing watches on their ankles in breakfast at Tiffany's . Not really funny, but funny to me.
24. If you were a Siamese twin, where would you want to be joined?
tip of finger. Which I would then cut off. (see question 11)
25. Quote best describing you:
"you weirdo." - most people, upon meeting me.
26. If you could re-draw the boundaries of the state you live in, what shape would it be?
I don't live in a state. Next!
27. If you had to eat one crayon out of a box of 64, which color would it be?
That really ugly green. Gotta save the nice ones!
28. Do you always read the instructions before making a call from a pay phone?
Yes. Always, because I have absolutely NOTHING BETTER TO DO!?! bah.
29. If you had to have one of your ears surgically removed in order to save the world from certain nuclear holocaust, which ear would you choose?
right.
30. Where does lint come from and would you like to go there on vacation?
Under my couch... and hell yes.
31. Have you ever been attacked by an aquatic rabbit?
Haven't you?
32. Is it worse when you try to go up a step that's not there and hit thin air, or when you try to go down a step that's not there and hit the floor?
Up, it leads to the possibility of falling backwards down.
33. Would you be willing to move to a distant country and never return home if you knew that people there would consider your accent "cute"?
"Cute" attractive, or "cute" awwwwww. The attractiveness might tempt me.
34. If God appeared to you in a dream and told you to take accordion lessons, would you do it?
Why not?
35. What breakfast cereal has had the greatest influence in your life?
Marshmallow alphabits.
36. If you could change the order of the alphabet, what order would you put the letters in?
I'd start with "Z-E-B-R-A", and go on from there
37. Do you ever talk to yourself, and if so, do you ever answer?
Talk to myself, yes. Answer, have you met me?
38. Do you have a favorite toe?
no
39. Where does your lap go when you stand up?
It gets eaten by the tiny aliens residing in the air.
40. Have you ever been abducted by aliens? Yes
42. Do aliens scare you?
They were quite nice, really.
43. Would you like to be abducted by aliens?
It was fun! I told you!
44. What would you say to the aliens?
I said something to the effect of: "Why me?"
45. Was sliced bread ever REALLY the best thing?
You dare to question the allmighty lord and master?
46. Do you think cats act so stuck up because they know EVERYTHING and they're just not telling us because they think we're too stupid and they're laughing at us?
Yes.
47. What would be the first thing you would do if you were shrunk to 3 inches tall?
Climb up on people and tickle them.
48. What is the first thing you would do if you were blown up to 40 feet tall?
Step on person who I didn't mention in question 4 and have the entire grade cheer me on.
49. They say you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but is it alright to SOMETIMES pick your friend's nose if they have a really BIG booger?
Sadly? No.
50. What's the weirdest place you've ever been NAKED?
The bathtub? Not weird, but basically only. Of course there was that time... heh heh heh.
Now, if you were to ask me of Patrick...
A new point of interest it about to be revealed...
I've decided to start a list, very complicated of course, of all the things that are wrong with me. So here's the first few. I'm:
- loud
- obnoxious
- French-Canadian
- annoying (to most people)
- guilty of repeating interesting things that happen to me over... and over... (because there aren't many)
If you have more fun things for me to add, e-mail them, and I'll add them regularly. A nice little list at the end of blogs. When I've decided it's quite lengthy enough, I'll stop adding them. Just click on the "send me harrasing notes here, please" link. It works.,
I had a post here that was very amusing, but was written with evil intensions, and may have been taken the wrong way. Thus, it was deleted. Sad, isn't it.
oh. And by the way...
What's Your Style? Find out @ She's Crafty
So I've come to the realization that more people are reading my blog than I had thought.
Silly friends, sending the link to other people. God knows why!
Right. So that was rather nonsensical, wasn't it. Yes, it was, if I do say so myself.
Muah ha ha ha ha. Multiple personalities disorder. I am a scary monster.
Run for your lives, little children!
Yum. Juice.
"Juice of what?" you ask.
"Peaches", simply, and obviously.
Well. Not obviously.
Or maybe it IS.
I'm done now.
And just to finish a non-existent thought. Sanford has neon hair. Like Geoff, with neon hair.
Heh heh heh. Scary, isn't it.
Right, well. "I'm a carribean, amphibean".
Maybe this is why people are scared of me. I talk like this all the time. Except sometimes, and then you know it's coming. Frightening, isn't it. Better to run while you can, perhaps.
Love the monstrous, frightening, screaming-at-the-top-of-her-lungs-for-no-apparent-reason,
Cat
P.S.
nkjgt4lkcdwhjbgtmdcwuoijlhyhfjdxwougitvivpoyt by Jane.,
Why, hello. You seem to be reading my blog. Like you, I am also doing something unconventional, perhaps even a little strange. I am at school. "No shit, it's tuesday", you might say to me if you had the chance. "But", I would respond, "I have the day off and have no reason to be here."
Yes, it is science fair day. I am going to judge. And no, I will not take off this silly-looking voyageur headband that I found in my locker (yay kinder canoe!). Just think, I could be at home, working, but instead I'm at school, blogging.
I'm such a joiner.,
I just had a bout with the monster that is self-consciousness. My mum bought me a shirt for our trip to Cancun on march break, a sparkly one, and made me try it on.
Let's just say it was really unattractive. Well, actually, the shirt was nice, I was the problem. Bah! People shouldn't buy me clothes.
Well, that's quite enough of me. Off to bed I go.,
I was looking at my blog, and realized that, after yesterday's momentous event, I didn't post.
Well. Not momentous, really, just funny.
I was riding yesterday morning, and was rather dizzy. About half way through the lesson I remember thinking: "I'm dizzy, I should get off." but the feeling passed. My position was getting progressively worse through the lesson, and I was riding Daquiri (no, not spelt like the drink for some odd reason), bad combo. Second last run over the jumps, I got unbalanced on the first jump, tried to hold my position (Daquiri jumps big... bah!), but I got jumped right out of the tack. And seeing as how we were doing jumps on the left rein, right quarter line, and I fell to the left... there was nowhere for the horse to go but over me. So I landed hard on my left hip, then hit my head on the ground, then had a horse step on the inside of my right leg (nice bruise) and the side of the bottom of my back. That second step was iffy though. Luckily, I was wearing a crash vest so it didn't even bruise.
Yes, it does sound like I'm exaggerating, doesn't it. Well, I'm trying not to because, admittedly, it was entirely my fault. I have quite bad position. But the twinges in my left leg are fading, and I can walk normally. My neck is really stiff though.
Now, you might say "why the hell are you telling me this?".
Here's why. I'm going riding again tonight, and it's bound to be painful. I just want people to understand that if I'm mean to them it's not them. It's me. I'm stiff and hurt-y. I'm sorry.
And isn't that a great story of me making an ass of myself? It wasn't a difficult jump, either. Now one day, looking back, you can say: "I remember, you were such a crappy rider that one day you fell off and got stepped on." And we'll laugh. And my laughter won't be bitter. No. Not at all.,
So although that last post claims it originated at 3:24, it's lying. I wrote it around 11am, but Blogger was angry. So in a way, it's like an older woman lying about when she was born. Heh heh, even my blog is a loser (and yes, I came up with that really bad analogy all by myself.)
Not the issue though. I wanted to say that I talked to my dad, who looked at the mirror and concluded that it couldn't have been anything but intentional. Oh, good. I have enemies.
That, or someone's really stupid, and tried to sit on it or something. Either way, I'm associated with the hateful, or stupid.
An insanely interesting life I lead, isn't it.,
So the semi was okay. I would be more positive, only I can't be. The music kind of sucked, and it really wasn't all that entertaining. Let me just say this: I'm really happy I wasn't planning on going to the afterparty. I mean, I would have been happy, especially becasue the semi put everyone in a bad mood, but now I'm really happy.
Considering this statement, you might ask, "Why?". "Because when I got out of the school my driver's side mirror was no longer attached to the car." I would reply, bitterly.
Yes, bitterly. Because this isn't one of those I'm-a-cool-collapsible-mirror mirrors. This is the mirror that was completely attached to the side of my car. I mean, you had to be trying to detach it. Or really not paying attention. Since it's TFS, I'm not sure which applies. Anyway, I haven't talked to my dad about it yet, he was asleep when I got home.
But, to state the obvious, I have no car tonight. None damn it! And that means Claire has to drive. Poor Claire.,
I'm finding it a little bit strange that, two days in a row, I've been sitting in writer's craft and writting inane blogs. But then, as some of you would hasten to add, I am inane. Right, so I will now continue to be inane, and give you all information that you really don't want.
I didn't eat lunch today. I was working on late English work (for which I though Mr.Wickers was going to rip out my limbs...but he didn't), so I didn't have time. But then, a few minutes ago, Lauren asked me if I had any food. "Why yes!" I had to say, "Food is my middle name!" (It isn't really though). So I pulled out my lunch, and noticed the odd smartie-like noises it was making. "Hmmm" I thought, "smarties..."
I like smarties. They were valentine's day smarties from my mum. I like my mum.
Here Lauren, have a smartie. ,
It's late. Or early. Thursday. I'm a little bit concerned that I may fall asleep in my chair. Hoping that, if I do, I'll wake up as sleeping cross-legged in a computer chair isn't very comfortable. Well. I guess we will see...,
So here's what I've found out. Because of Claire. My illusions have been destroyed. I seem to be...
Coolness Personified You are the Queen or King of All That Is Hip and Slammin'. Gossip? You know it all. Newest dance moves? Hey, you started 'em. When other people are checking around to see what's cool, they look at you first--and you know it too, don't you? (Don't lie to us.) Although you might step on people's feelings sometimes, you are always quick to apologize and squash any conflicts that come up.
I think their personality judgement got screwed up somewhere
Everything is happy. Well. More or less. Today has been lovely, I've gotten loads of late work done, and handed in, and tonight should be another all night typing frenzy. It's not half bad though. The fact that I got to spend this entire day, comfy in my p.j.s, has definitely been positve. Plus, last night I made plans with Geoff, which, in one sense, means I'm going to get my ass kicked at checkers, but what can I say... it's all good fun.
Right, so Haddon's gone completely crazy. Yesterday, horror of horrors, he only harrassed me about my boyfriendless-and-perfectly-happy-with-that state once. I didn't know what to do. I asked him if he was okay, but, to no avail.
And by the way, if you're depending on Cherry to stay up and do work with you, don't. She seems to have a silly habit of falling asleep when it's quite early in the morning. Say, 12:30. Grrr. I spent almost 3 hours all alone on ICQ. Not talking to anyone... But I made 10 pages of graphs for group sciences! Muah ha ha! Who said I wasn't a nerd.
Oh wait, that was me. Damn it. It seems everyone has been right all along.
,
Right, so, anyway... I'm up. It's late. Or early, rather. I'm making a vain attempt to do a good job on this lab. And make it pretty. We'll see if I manage. Right now, I'm bitter about how messy my results are. I'm thinking of recopying them, but that would be a complete waste of time. So let's flush that idea down the toilet. Tomorrow, (or today, rather) is pyjama day. I'm thinking hard about what pyjamas to wear. Hmm...
No ideas? Me neither. I'm gonna go read a book now. Madeleine L'Engle methinks. Then, I will get back to work. I promise!
Aurevoir, mes amis!,
So saturday's (tonight's) show was not bad at all. Everything went pretty well, Aimee was there, and other than the Hallelulia cue being wrong, there were no major tech errors. But then I had to screw it up by eating WAY too much at pickle barrel afterwards. Time to shower, I feel really ill.
Blech,
Cat,
Oh. And I'd like to point out that, for a little known blog of a girl's not so interesting life, I think that number on my counter is pretty impressive...,
Today was really stressful. First, there was the whole "Aimee might not come to the show" thing looming, then there was the "Why won't her mother give us a straight answer" thing. I mean, it was understandable, because Aimee's really sick. But preparing, and then finding it was unnecessary, is a lot easier than not knowing for sure and then preparing.
I hope Aimee gets better fast. It'll be sad if she misses out on the performances. I mean, she didn't get to sing on wednesday.
But congrats to Claire, I say, for her excellent last minute, day of, memorizational skills. We're all in awe.
The show was actually good. The audience was pretty unresponsive, but I still say it went well.
But the negative bit will begin. I'm going to have mad loads of free time when there's no more musical. Withdrawl! Poor me. I'm going to go read Hocus Pocus to make me feel better, then attempt to get this eye makeup off. The sad part is, I actually look presentable in stage makeup.,
I'm a very confused girl, it seems.
Not only do I have major guy issues, I think I just have problems in general. So I think I'll post a memo to all my friends, giving at least some sort of justification for some of my weirder habits:
1. No. I'm not trying to be loud. My voice just comes out that way. It may be because my dad doesn't hear us properly most of the time. Unconscious habit. If you need me to tone down, ask nicely and I'll try to stop.
2. I'm not fishing for compliments. I have no judgement of what is attractive to people. I figure I'm passable, because I don't get booed in the streets and such. But then, I could be painfully ugly and I still wouldn't know. So if I sound down on myself, because I think I'm not attractive, that's it. Don't fight it. I don't think I'm unattractive, just not attractive. It's healthy. I swear.
3. I'm not asking for sympathy when I say I'm a nerd magnet. It's true. Not necessarily a bad thing, but I'd rather have a geek. Much more my type.
4. I'm not tone deaf. But I can't sing. Understood. Ask me to stop if you must.
5. I have no judgement whatsoever of people's opinions of me. If it seems like I'm needling you, it may be because you've said something ambiguous and I don't understand. Little teeny brain. Be clear.
6. No, I don't do drugs. I don't want to go get drunk with you. I will have a beer, singular, if I am not driving. Even then, it's got to be appropriate. At a party, for example. During the school year, don't even try to get me drunk. My head is messed up enough allready. I don't need it.
7. I don't have a boyfriend. Get over it. I don't want one, especially. Why is this such a shock. Take, on one hand, the guys I know best, from school. Now count the good ones on your fingers. How many fingers you got left? Got the idea. When I find a decent guy that's my type and not an ass... We'll see.
8. If you aren't that guy, don't ask me out. And If I provide you with an obvious "easy-way-out", take it. Nothing against you, personally. But, well, there's the "man plan", and the fact that I'd make a crappy girlfriend. Take it from she who knows me best. Or ask Claire.
9. I don't flirt on purpose. I am NOT trying to send a message. Unless, of course... I am... Okay, bad point, but in general, if you're a guy, and I sit on you because you steal my chair, or some similar situation, it's because I'm damn heavy and I want to hurt you.
10. I am trying. I swear. It's not my fault I was made this way.
Right. End list. It may be crappy, but it's sorta the way I feel right now. If it's vague in bits, that isn't on purpose.
By the way. The colour test was completely wrong about me. Ha.,
So... the first performance was last night...
No, don't ask.
I've had quite enough. Really.
And yes. You're right. I didn't smash the lamp on purpose.
No, the first time I dropped it wasn't on purpose either.
I suppose that other than that the show was okay. I mean, except for that one set change, and having my atlas left behind the bar. No worries, really. Oh, and there was that unfortunate incident with the Time Warp cue.
Oh well.
And just for the sake of being me. "It's better to be pissed off than pissed on". Quote of the day from Haddon. ,
Today was a stressful day, what with Mme. Bouchard telling me I was knocking points off my IB, and losing my World Lit 1... etc. etc. It was good other than that though.
Well, I'm off to pick up some necessary make-up for the musical. I'll write more later, in between mad work. And fixing Diana-the-fish. Gotta remember that.,
Rehersal tonight went quite late. 11:20 to be precise. And I got home, all energized, thinking: "I should stay up and edit my essays", when I realized that the versions I'd begun editing were at school. Ha. Lucky me. I also looked at the briefcase, and noticed a big chunk of leather that got torn out. I'm gonna talk to Jane about the suitcase, I think. My dad would be VERY dissapointed if this thing got destroyed. As it is, I'm goint to have to go mad with the polish, and hope it covers the big scrape in the leather in the back. :(
So I'll be skipping art class tomorrow, or most of it, to edit those damn essays. Especially TOK. Seeing as it sucks giant ass. Heh heh, it should suit my teacher just fine...
Off I go then. Sleep will heal me. Or make me sicker. I vote for the first option, personally.,
Oh dear, oh dear. Far from being a world destroying DeathKiddy, you appear to enjoy kittens, bunnies and boybands. Not a cloud enters your sky and all is sweetness and light for you. Fucker. *
I've surfaced from my bed, and my warm nest, to tell you of a band. Now, I just figured out that the guitarist, Scott Kerr, from FIF was no longer in FIF after '99, and has a different band. I actually really like this different band, Yellow Second. Their stuff is pretty, especially A Mirror Dimly. You can also get downloads from rolling stone, which makes me happy. I like things that download.
Oh yes, and we've established that I may be allergic to garlic. Seeing as how I carry garlic around for most of the musical, this sucks. Bah! ,
I'm quite ill. The show is on wednesday, and I've just reached the point where everything is woozy, and it's hard to stand up straight. Tomorrow was meant to be for school work, but I think I will make it for recovery sleep instead. Mmmm... recovery sleep... I'll blog again when I surface. Either from my illness, or my bed.,
You're Lulu. You seem a little insensitive to those who don't know you very well, due to your cynical nature. Your mind is always thinking of things, big and small. You have a tough time of letting go of the past. You also like to bash people with plushies for fun and then fry them up with some tasty magic~! XD
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Hooray! I'm STEVIE NICKS, vocalist and tambourine-ist of Fleetwood Mac! I'm very caring, generous, loving, and sweet. I enjoy twirling and banging away on my tambourine with the occasional wail. I'd give to charity any day of the week and if one person gets hurt, I'd call off everything to aid him. Too damn bad everyone thinks I'm a witch, though :\
I wail/bang away on songs like "Gold Dust Woman," "Sister Of The Moon," and "Edge Of Seventeen."
You are a PROF.MCGONAGALL to Harry! The teacher to everyone, you think you know what you're doing, and you usually do. Calm in crisis', collected when rushed you know exactly what to do all the time. You never panic and you are always in charge. You might want to loosen up and have some fun. People look up to you, remember that.
Name: Cat Home: Edinburgh, United Kingdom About Me: Managed to graduate from Queen's, and am now in Teacher training at Edinburgh.
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