Just from wanting her memories in writing, a feeling she's getting too old, a person can develop a bad, bad, cold

Title today is from Adelaide's Lament from Guys And Dolls.

I REEEALLY wanted Adelaide. Jessica did a good job though. So I can't complain.

Also, Brannigan is not a fun role. But that's okay. I learned something from playing a one sided douche bag cop character. sort of.

This was last november. I am over it. MOVING ON.

I have laryngitis. It sucks. I wanted to watch Avatar: The Last Airbender, but Max wanted me to look at pokemon that was only released in japan with him on the mac.

It look me 5 post-it notes to tell him

a) I do not care about chinchilla type pokemon, as adorable as it may be,

b) I want to watch my avatar and obsess over Zukos ridiculous teen angst,

c) It hurts my throat to laugh,

and d) watchin avatar trumps watching Max read japanese descriptions for imaginary animals. And he is 15. Its not adorable. At all.

Not being able to talk is kind of a pain in the ass. Just saying.

So I've been lazying around, which is nice for a change, drinking rootbeer and praying I'm recovered by the time the show opens.

I've also been editing a lot of photos via picnik, which is always fun. I've had my laptop for a while now and just now figured out iphoto has an editor.

blah de blah. This is a boring subject. moving on.

I'm thinking of starting up a sort of fashion-y blog for thrift finds, DIY jewelry, and threadbanger madness plus whatever deals I find around when I shop. Thats how much of a jew I am. Mhmm.

I'm too angsty to write any more. Hasta for now!

this is how you remind me of what I really am

Nickleback. Yup. I'm that angsty at the moment.

Two more weeks until the show is over. A lot is getting done, but lets face it, the drama is just stirring about.

Its very deja vu of the kind I had in 7th grade. I said something stupid once and then people got mad, then it got bigger, and then people started making stuff up, and then they just kept fueling the enormous pit of flame that is my big mouth.

Well, basically. Except in this case it has the aid of the internet and gossip and misinterpretation. I am too angsty right now to be able to write out everything exactly, but I'm trying to change because of it and looking at it as positively as a realist can.

Of course, the people involved don't believe anything I say. Karma sucks. But thats aight.

I'm learning from it. Sort of. At any rate, clearly people have warped what I have said and turned it into something majorly offensive. We're supposed to get pulled aside tomorrow morning and fixing it. Face to face. Thank god.

Gossip is stupid. So is my big fat potty mouth. Thankfully, we open next weekend and it'll be over. I think the real point I'll be satisfied is when we're moved into the theater and people that hate me aren't out there, watching me, glaring, and pulling me out of the scene and back into the garbage truck that is reality.

All this drama kind of makes me realize who my real friends are. Ones that understand that I have a big mouth, but am not actually a horrible person. Most of them have known me since before middle school, which just so happens to be a mosh pit of angst, confusion, and melodrama. Go figure.

In other news,

Emma is leaving me for Washington state. I hate her so very much for it.

Three different guys, all not going to central, are flirting with me. all of them were kind of rude to me all through middle school. Cootie shots, anyone? Seriously though, no one decent has ever asked me out or told me they liked me. Well, one pretty nice guy liked me but never told until waay later.

Why are males so afraid of me? I'm not exactly intimidating, am I?

At any rate, I'm hoping my social life will alter itself a little bit after school starts. I'm not going to craigslist for a boyfriend or anything stupid. Nonetheless, I kind of pictured my high school self to have a significant other. If not, then maybe I'll have the courage to ask someone out by the time I'm at Grenell or AI. Who cares? Love tends to weigh a person down, I think.

Also, the D&D group is composed of some of the coolest people I have ever met but we NEVER get to meet up. We haven't gamed since late May. THIS IS SAD YOU GUYS.

Everyone is so busy with camps or drivers ed or traveling. grr.

My throat is being gross and I can't sing full voice right now. This is a problem, seeing as I have a solo song in the show. That starts of act 2. HALP. I can barely talk sometimes. Its not strep, but its still a pain in the ass when I'm in a freakin musical here.

GAAAAAAAAH. FML. ALL OF IT. ARGHHH.

Anyway, I'm going to go punch something. Namely, my little brother.

Well, okay, probably just a pillow or something.

Also, I want that nickle back. What a waste of five cents.

Hasta.