Jack London is weeping
I played Scrabble with Astrea and Cindy today. I lost- it was humiliating. Scrabble is MY game. I love playing it. Of course, I spell a lot of words but they don't gather very many points. It sucks. Jess and I picked out a shirt for my date with Mike tomorrow. :)
Jess and I went up to Cindy's room before we went to see the National Players production of 'The Call of the Wild'. We talked about different stuff; mainly, Annie. Jess has been tired of Annie lately. Well, vice versa? Annie dumbs herself down when she talks to guys. When Dave Arnold or Mike Pfeiffer or Tom Rouleau hang out, she acts a bit childish and silly. She also eggs the boys on whenever they decide to tease Jess. I, of course, am never around when this happens. Whatever.
So Jess is lost and she doesn't know where she stands. She's tried talking to Annie but Miss New Jersey has given her a lame-o, bullshit excuse. Jess broke down crying. She said she wasn't even sure that she'd come back to McDaniel next year because her home (Oregon) is a 5 hour plane ride and it's too far from home. I felt like such a wimp; I bitch all through high school about how I'm going out of state, far, far away from home and...I go almost less than an hour from my house.
So, Cindy and I tried to comfort her. I think it's just a phase. We went to see the 'The Call of the Wild'.
IT WAS AWFUL! Jack London died all over again when this show was put together. The concept was different, but seriously? It was poorly done and what Jess told me was that when she helped the actors set up the stage this afternoon, she went out back of the theater and smoked a joint with a few of the actors and had a brownie.
That's how the actors have to do the show.
High.
Stoned.
Because it sucks so bad.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!
Sammie Jo is gone tonight and Jess and I are going to plug away at the Guinness.
Jess and I went up to Cindy's room before we went to see the National Players production of 'The Call of the Wild'. We talked about different stuff; mainly, Annie. Jess has been tired of Annie lately. Well, vice versa? Annie dumbs herself down when she talks to guys. When Dave Arnold or Mike Pfeiffer or Tom Rouleau hang out, she acts a bit childish and silly. She also eggs the boys on whenever they decide to tease Jess. I, of course, am never around when this happens. Whatever.
So Jess is lost and she doesn't know where she stands. She's tried talking to Annie but Miss New Jersey has given her a lame-o, bullshit excuse. Jess broke down crying. She said she wasn't even sure that she'd come back to McDaniel next year because her home (Oregon) is a 5 hour plane ride and it's too far from home. I felt like such a wimp; I bitch all through high school about how I'm going out of state, far, far away from home and...I go almost less than an hour from my house.
So, Cindy and I tried to comfort her. I think it's just a phase. We went to see the 'The Call of the Wild'.
IT WAS AWFUL! Jack London died all over again when this show was put together. The concept was different, but seriously? It was poorly done and what Jess told me was that when she helped the actors set up the stage this afternoon, she went out back of the theater and smoked a joint with a few of the actors and had a brownie.
That's how the actors have to do the show.
High.
Stoned.
Because it sucks so bad.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!
Sammie Jo is gone tonight and Jess and I are going to plug away at the Guinness.