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tabular_rasaHappy All-Saints Day, Day of the Dead Eve, and possibly the last day of Bush's rule in which he is not a lame duck. Possibly.
I get to wake up early at about 5:00 am to get to the polls by 5:45-6:00 am, because I AM WORKING THEM. Go vote randomly at the CAPS building on West Hively Avenue, lol . . . because you'll see me there . . . and otherwise I won't know anyone, lol ^_^
Hell . . . Liz is pissed, but as long as Kasa liked it, I don't care so much about anyone else. I've learned not to judge myself by my classmate's opinions. That's terrible, but it's true.
The play . . . well . . . it's not as bad as I thought it would be. We've still got two days, and we do the most improving on the Hell Week nights. I need to get another costume-- and repair one I have. I ripped it taking it off real fast for my "pretty" change at the end, but that's okay, because it needs to be more ripped anyway . . . it needs to be UGLY.
Scary thing. So, for the whole play, I have my hair up in a tight bun and have my glasses on, and I wear this ugly purple thing, and this ripped-up blue thing that is a parody of my pretty dress, and I will have one more thing. Yet my pretty dress . . . it has like a low collar and an umpire waist and these little bunches for the bust-- and I was wearing my padded bra-- and the material's this thin, silky pale blue stuff that you can completely see my entire outline in . . . and so I dashed into the little side prop room to put this on (and rip my other thing, lol) and took out my bun and combed it out nicely, and took off my glasses, and then I came out to the people on my side of the stage and I was like, "So, am I dead sexy?" and Erik says something about my "rack" increasing tenfold and then he kept waving his violin bow somewhere around my chest region while I was trying to talk to Sydney about whether it looked fine or not. So I sort of glared at him and covered myself. Dan laughed when he left and asked me if that made me feel awkward. Then at the end when we were sitting out on stage to get yelled at about what sucked, lol, Andrew like patted his leg like he wanted me to sit on his lap-- he was kidding, of course; he's done that before (and to everyone, lol, horny boy), but, lol, I still felt like I had turned into some D-cupped femme fatale in this dress, which is not what one is supposed to feel like as a committed histrionic at the end of a play written in the '50s.
Dude, it's like Sandy at the end of Grease. Apparently the whole cast acted differently around her when she was in that leather suit.
I don't want to be Sandy! Lol, I want to keep my prudish image! ^_^
Anyway.
Laura gave me the movie, finally ^_^ Tiffany, you have to watch it. It's Mr. Black-- in Laura form . . . lol . . .
THANK GOD I HAVE NO HOMEWORK.
. . . or, at least, I have all tomorrow to work on it ^_^
Hmm, there was supposed to be a chat in my *remaining* (continues to be bitter) roleplay, but no one seems to be on, and I have to be in bed and get some sleep . . .
I get to wake up early at about 5:00 am to get to the polls by 5:45-6:00 am, because I AM WORKING THEM. Go vote randomly at the CAPS building on West Hively Avenue, lol . . . because you'll see me there . . . and otherwise I won't know anyone, lol ^_^
Hell . . . Liz is pissed, but as long as Kasa liked it, I don't care so much about anyone else. I've learned not to judge myself by my classmate's opinions. That's terrible, but it's true.
The play . . . well . . . it's not as bad as I thought it would be. We've still got two days, and we do the most improving on the Hell Week nights. I need to get another costume-- and repair one I have. I ripped it taking it off real fast for my "pretty" change at the end, but that's okay, because it needs to be more ripped anyway . . . it needs to be UGLY.
Scary thing. So, for the whole play, I have my hair up in a tight bun and have my glasses on, and I wear this ugly purple thing, and this ripped-up blue thing that is a parody of my pretty dress, and I will have one more thing. Yet my pretty dress . . . it has like a low collar and an umpire waist and these little bunches for the bust-- and I was wearing my padded bra-- and the material's this thin, silky pale blue stuff that you can completely see my entire outline in . . . and so I dashed into the little side prop room to put this on (and rip my other thing, lol) and took out my bun and combed it out nicely, and took off my glasses, and then I came out to the people on my side of the stage and I was like, "So, am I dead sexy?" and Erik says something about my "rack" increasing tenfold and then he kept waving his violin bow somewhere around my chest region while I was trying to talk to Sydney about whether it looked fine or not. So I sort of glared at him and covered myself. Dan laughed when he left and asked me if that made me feel awkward. Then at the end when we were sitting out on stage to get yelled at about what sucked, lol, Andrew like patted his leg like he wanted me to sit on his lap-- he was kidding, of course; he's done that before (and to everyone, lol, horny boy), but, lol, I still felt like I had turned into some D-cupped femme fatale in this dress, which is not what one is supposed to feel like as a committed histrionic at the end of a play written in the '50s.
Dude, it's like Sandy at the end of Grease. Apparently the whole cast acted differently around her when she was in that leather suit.
I don't want to be Sandy! Lol, I want to keep my prudish image! ^_^
Anyway.
Laura gave me the movie, finally ^_^ Tiffany, you have to watch it. It's Mr. Black-- in Laura form . . . lol . . .
THANK GOD I HAVE NO HOMEWORK.
. . . or, at least, I have all tomorrow to work on it ^_^
Hmm, there was supposed to be a chat in my *remaining* (continues to be bitter) roleplay, but no one seems to be on, and I have to be in bed and get some sleep . . .
