And here's the OC cake that I spent my night's creative juices on....
It looks a lot better out of the intimidating and scrutinous flash of a camera... DAMN the paparazzi.
Today I went to the YWCA to tutor again. It's really so so so much fun. They had the biggest ass pickles for snack today. Holy shit. My hands are too small to fathom grasping them. This is turning phalic, so I will stop.
Play practice was cancelled AGAIN. Well, this time because our leading man's (my character's husband) mother just died. Ouch. I'll be more sensitive than that... that's very unfortunate and sad. But he's pretty old himself. I'm a trophy wife apparently.
So I have a Latin test to study for. Who am I kidding? But I really don't want to let her down again... in FACT, I really want to shove in her face my astounding intellect by blowing her ass out of the water on this test. Okay, I've got a mission!!!! Let's DO THIS!
Vergil, you just wait.
Oh, and a forensics tournament. Gotta get my Acty McActorson on.
AND THE FORMAL! Holy shit, so much to do, no time at all. So much for wasting time.
Katherine