Because I know you're all been waiting with baited breath
Olbigatory Spring Break update:
Took Moira home. Parents less-than-thrilled.
Am completely addicted to the Facebook. God help me. With things like Facebook, Blogger, Livejournal, AIM, Yahoo and Myspace, who actually needs inter-personal communication? I know I don't.
No rehearsals for Shooting Simone all week = forgetting all the lines from Act II. Run-through tomorrow from Dr. Neilson and the designers. Here's to hoping we keep the line-calling to under 15. Researched ad nauseum on Simone de Beauvoir.
Said a grand total of 25 words to my Step-Dad all break.
Got a pool table back home. There's something strangely satisfying about leaving my 9-year-old sister in tears after I totally kicked her ass.
Gross out alert! All those with a Y chromosome, avert your eyes.
Cramps like no other. Good lord. I was writhing around on the floor and moaning like a mad woman. I am about 2 seconds away from ripping out my uterus.
Officially gave up giving up David Hyde Pierce for Lent. He was on the Today Show discussing "Spamalot" on Broadway, and I couldn't resist the pull of my dear beloved. Of course, the interview was conducted by Katie Couric, who I loathe with every fiber of my being. We're not even going to go into my deepset dislike for KC.
Bought new shoes and 2 skirts with money I don't have. Whatev. I haven't bought anything all year.
Watched The Land Before Time for the first time in about 9 years. I cried. Twice. And of course, the velociraptor nightmares will be back. I'll go into the long sad history behind those in a later entry.
Am still boyfriend-less, but Shooting Simone is making my symptoms of wanting one worse. Something about having the Simone de Beauvoir/Jean-Paul Sartre relationship beat into your head for hours every night..... I love it and hate it. Whatev. I'm starting to sound mildly emo again. This must stop. I never want a relationship. I'm the self-professed work-a-holic commitment phob. But at the moment, I may be experiencing a relape.
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