Remember when I said that I didn't want to go home because I didn't want to have to deal with siblings and chores and stupid parents? Yeah. Guess what I have to do? Today I had to go out and finish my mom's Christmas shopping (and I can sense that I'll be doing all the wrapping while she's at work tomorrow). I've got to chaperone Kirsten's school Christmas party because Ma can't be there. And the thing that tops it all: I had to put up the Christmas tree alone. Now, and don't know if anyone is aware of this, but throwing a Christmas tree by youself is the most depressing act known to man. And why did she leave putting it up to the last minute, anyway? Normally it's up the week after Thanksgiving. I dunno. This isn't really all that bad, I'm just feeling cranky. Poo. Oh, well. "Mona Lisa Smile" at the employee screening tonight. Woot woot. Something to look forward to, at least.

Well, I don't really have anything to say, I just haven't updated in a few days, so I thought I'd let everyone know that finals haven't killed me, and that I am still very much alive. I totally rocked at History and Stage Movement, but Math in Society totally ran me over with a dump-truck. Hate that blasted class. One of the best things about being a theatre major is that I only need 1 semester of Math. Woot woot! Watching "My Fair Lady" with Audrey right now. I'll be leaving for home tomorrow around 1:30 or so, hopefully. I can't wait to go home. Actually, I kind of can. That sounds really horrible, but it's kinda true. I'm going to miss the independence that I've got here. Not having to look after little siblings, or doing chores. Or worrying about checking in with parents. Meh. Oh, well. I don't know how much I'llbe updating over the holidays. Only got 1 computer at home, and the Old Wise Ones aren't aware that I have an online journal that they could potentially peruse at will, and I intend to keep it that way. So, Happy Holidays to all. Go see "Peter Pan", "Love, Actually", and "Big Fish". Eat, drink, and be merry. And most of all, have fun over the break. Love everyone lots.

"The French don't care what they do, actually, as long as they pronounce it right."

I shouldn't be writing this right now. I need to be studying for my finals. What am I doing instead? Watching "Charlie Brown Christmas" with Audrey. I should have studied earlier today, too. What did I do instead? Watched "The Santa Clause" and "Little Women" with Audrey. I should have studied last night, too. What did I do instead? Watched "Center Stage", "Where the Heart Is", "The Breakfast Club", and "Edward Scissorhands" with Audrey. My weekend has been incredibly productive thus far, don't you think so? In all fairness, I did crack the books for about 2.5 hours today, but nothing near what I should have done. I'd better watch it, or I'll lose that Hermione thing I had goin' for a while. I wonder what would have happened if Charlie Brown had director a show at our school. It would be like the anti-Cummons. Man, that Snoopy is a real Olivier in wolf's clothing.

"I know nobody likes me. Why do we have to have a holiday season to emphasize it?"

I just had the WTF moment of my LIFE. This girl named Janet calls and asks me about my relationship with James. She is apparently James's girlfriend. I tell her the whole story about James following me around like a lost puppy and about me doing everything short of entering the Witness Protection Program in attempt to give him the brush. She informs me that James told her something completely different, and that I'd better stay away from him (as if I'm this wanton seductress who's been lusting after him in a black skin-tight dress). I try and convince her that I had no intention of becoming involved with him. Next she tells me "hands off" and then hangs up. She then has proceeded to call me every 10 seconds and hang up. Thank you, Captain Maturity. Hang on.

Okay, she just called again, and actually talked to me. Wow, what a concept. She tried to reiterate that I'd better steer clear of James, throwing in some "back off, slutmonger" type comments. She hung up to talk to James who's on the other line. I fear for his life.

Audrey just got back from dinner, and answered the phone. She's dutifully defending me from Janet's accusations and telling her that I'm not a whore, and whatnot. Friends rock my socks. Hang on.

Okay. I'd just like to take this opportunity to say: I've been had. Who is the "Janet" person I've been talking to? Jacque. Who called and hung up 837 times? Audrey. Man, I....................Man. I cannot even describe the roller-coaster of emotions that I have been on during the last 15 minutes. Holy crap. I have to give them props, though - that was one good prank. Dude, I feel kinda funny. That was so weird.

"I think what you're not aware of could fill an entire book...."

Okay, so my friend Chris K. told me that the answer to me situation with James lies in "The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers". As the wise Aragorn said to Arwen, "I am human, you are elf-kind; it would never work." I think I'll go with that, next time I see James. Chris told me that if that doesn't work, I could always say those three little words: I am gay.

Well, that was my plan until about a half an hour ago. James called, and asked if I wanted to do anything sometime, like a movie. I tried to divert the conversation by telling him that I work at AMC. He asked me why I like it so much there, and I told him that told him that I like free movies, have lots of friends.....and my boyfriend Aaron works there (what happened to Egan Finley, you ask? I figured that a lie that comes from a small truth is better than a straight-out lie. I'm sorry, Aaron, drastic measures were necessary). Damn. It's certifiable: I am a terrible person. I feel so bad. Actually, no, no I don't. I don't feel bad at all, and that's why I am a terrible person.

Audrey's dog died. I feel really bad. I don't do well with this kind of thing. I'm not much of a comforting, supportive type person. Bit of an ice-queen, come to that. I know that sounds harsh, but I just don't do feelings. Audrey, if you're reading this, I want you to know that I'm there for you, I just have a weird way of showing it. Maybe I'll try and ammuse you by falling down a few extra times. I hope you feel better.

"Santa went crazy. He grabbed the elf and tore his lungs out."

Okay, I've been debating whether or not to post about this guy James. I don't know if he knows that I have a blog, but he could find out, see this, and get all ahgoobwah on me. But, I figured if he does read my blog, I've already mentioned little things about him here and there, so I might as well spill the beans. That and I want to appease Chris the walrus. So, by popular demand: The Adventures of James and His Conquests

Let me just explain something first: I have a thing for smart, dorky guys. I am aware that it sounds really weird, but intelligence really does it for me. I had a crush on David Hyde Pierce for the longest time. There's something about a guy with a big vocabulary that I love. Don't make any jokes; I've heard them all. I'll now explain something else. Ever since I got here, I haven't been attracted to a single guy. There are all these intelligent, funny, nice, attractive guys around, and I feel.......nothin'. Zilch, zero, goose egg. I have absolutely no interest in guys right now. But another thing is that I didn't realize it until just a while ago. I've just never thought about it. Now we've got that out of the way. When I saw "The Increased Difficulty of Concentration" (our first show), I saw James for the first time. He played Karel Kreibel, this computer tech guy. I was all "Dude, flex those brain muscles!", but not in any serious way. Never gave him a second thought after that. Moving on. During "Pericles" James was the weapons handler, so I saw him a lot around backstage. He would always talk to me about random stuff like homestarrunner.com and whatnot. Anyway, during strike, he randomly asked me, "So what do you do when you're not a princess?" (my character was a princess). I didn't find it insinuating, or anything, just a normal question (now I know better). I mentioned how my back hurt, and he offered to rub my shoulders. It was the worst massage of my life. What made it worse is that it was also the longest. He then proceeded to follow me around everywhere and made sure that we were always working on the same stuff, and dragging me around to Gel Hell and whatnot. By now the slight intrigue of him being the brainy nerd from "IDoC" had worn off. Anywhoodle. He keeps telling me about this magic trick and how I should come over to his aprtment to see it, instead of going to the cast party. I explained about the situation of going to breakfast w/ Mom and Adam. He persisted in inviting me to all sorts of other things like improv meetings, which I found ways of avoiding. Well, over break, I get an online homestarrunner.com card, in which he tried to say something witty and just came off stupid. Get back from break. He calls and asks me if I'm doing anything. I'm all, "I'm going to the library to work on a project! Couldd be there for a really REALLY long time! Don't know when I'll be done!". He proceeds to inquire about my plans for the weekend, and I tell him I'm going hime to decorate the Christmas tree. Then he says we should go eat dinner on Sunday night. I get back from the library and Audrey says that he has called 5 MORE TIMES. Can you say desperate and clingy? I know I can. I avoid his calls for the next few days. Finally, I just decide to answer. I talk to him, giving excuses why I can't go to Flashbacks with him that night. And then there were random 2 minute silences here and there in which I would try to steer into the direction of saying "Bye". No go. Finally, Audrey calls me cell phone as an escape route for me , and I say "hey! my mom's on the phone, I gotta go!". He just called 2 seconds ago and left me THE LONGEST ANSWERING MACHINE MESSAGE EVER reminding that he's going to call me on Sunday about dinner. AAARRRGGG. I have a feeling that I'm going to be screening my calls for a while. But..........Audrey and I have devosed a plan! Muahaha. I now have a boyfriend. One Egan Finley, to be exact. I ment him when I was a student amassador to Britain, the summer of my sophomore year. We just started dating. He's a senior at Dulles H.S. and play Varsity soccer. If I'm ever around James, I'll call Audrey and ask her if she remembered to lock the door. 5 minutes later, she'll call my cell back, and I'll squeal appropriately "It's Egan! I haven't talked to hime in, like, ever! Oh, I miss my honey bunch so much!". That's the plan. I don't even want to think about the amount of lies that I have told James. I'm going straight to hell. Well. That's it. See, wasn't that exciting. I kinda hope that he does read this, so that I don't have to continue with this damn charade.

"Start at the beginning, and when you come to the end, stop."

Guess what just happened. Starts with ans "F"......ends with an "-ire Alarm". Holy Mother of God. It's 11:15. I have no words.

It is now 4:18. We just had another fire alarm. Ramen Noodles. How is it possible that..........nevermind. I'm not even going to go there. I am seriously beginning to doubt the intelligence of the human race.

WTF of the Day:
It is 5:35 a.m. and I am awake. Would anyone like to know why? Well, I'll tell you. Some genius set off the fire alarm (people need to learn to friggin make popcorn without the microwave breaking out in hellfire), and made so much smoke that the entire hall was left outside in the feakin' freezing cold for half an hour. And who makes popcorn at 5 in the morning, anyway? WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

There's no way I'm going to be able to go back to sleep. I have a feakin' 8 a.m. Math class. I would just skip it, but I have that paper due, and I've already missed too many in there. I can't even describe my anger right now. There is no reason for me to have a "WTF of the Day" this early in the morning. I have nothing else to say. Still debating whether or not to post stuff about James.

I am so screwed. SO screwed. I skipped my Math in Society class last Tuesday so that I could go home for Thanksgiving on Monday. Bad judgement call. Dr. McCune gave out an essay that is due on Thursday one of the ways statistics and probability apply to society. Rats. I shouldn't even be writing - I need to do this blasted paper. Oh, well. I guess having an essay in a math class is a good thing; you can B.S. your way through it and still make a good grade. You can't do that on a test. Better get crackin.


"There you go, Harry! You weren't being thick after all - you were showing moral fiber!"

Okay, I tried putting the "Pericles" pictures up here, but I can't do the tag the right way (or Blogger is being retarded). So, you guys can see them at my Yahoo photo album....hopefully....
superfly

Oh, and um...I'm a blonde in one of them...kinda scary......

Today's entry is entitled: My Random Stream of Consciousness or Picture Frames of Leaking Toads

It feels so weird to not have rehearsals. Don't know what to do with all this free time. Registration for spring classes started today, except I can't register yet because the stupid registrar lost my H.S. transcript. Bastards. Audrey's grandma made new curtains for our room. Excellent. Mom called and said that she wants me to come home the weekend after next to decorate the Christmas tree. Okay, I'm SO all about the holiday spirit, but finals are the Monday after that. I'm thinkin' no. Read Aaron's blog, and he was talking about the Christmas spirit and how he's losing it, and I'm thinking that that's happening to me, too. Blast. I realy don't want to umpack my bags from my trip home. Made a 93 on my Play Analysis paper and a 90 on my Vietnam War paper for English. Superfly. Totally kicked butt today in Stage Movement - tap dancing rocks my world (haven't done it in about a year, but I can still get my Fred Astaire on). Read "The Good Person of Setzuan" by Brecht. Dude, I'd forgotten how much I love him. In Play Analysis, Neilson was talking about alienation theatre and the whole "this is a play; we are acting." thing, and I was all "yeah, we've got Natella from 'The Caucasian Chalk Circle' over here." It made me happy. Audrey and I are watching "White Christmas". Good times. I need to talk about my situation with James next time. Remind me later. I can't wait to go back to work in a few weeks. I need money. I have "How Bizarre" by OMC stuck in my head. Still working on getting those pictures up.

"Terrible is the temptation to do good."