"In the beginning..."
The play ended tonight!!! In spirit of the show I put the title of the last song as the subject. I was thinking about some of the things in the play and they don't make sense at all. Like in the song "Generations" it says "Oh Noah, you go-ah all the way back to the protazoa.," but in reality Noah doesn't because if God created Adam and Eve then there was no need for a protazoa and Noah sure as hell didn't come from one like the song says. Also in the song that God sings "Fathers Day," he says something about passing along genes to your children. How can God pass along genes? He's not human...or is he? There's also a bunch of other weird stuff like that but I can't remember it all. Anyway, surprisingly enough I am going to miss the musical, but it is going to make life a lot less stressful and I'm sick of singing about god, spencer dammit! Spencer was one great God. I loved when he made his disgruntled old man face after burning the tree. Speaking of God. I saw soap that was called "Pope on a rope" yesterday. You know how there's soap on a roap. Well, the soap was shaped like the pope.
The cast party was much fun. Carla came alog and hung out for a bit and Steven and Kevin and I jumped on the trampolene and hung out. I love my band guys. They are so cute. Steven is my squid. He makes the funniest noise for a squid., "Squeee!" I gave Kevin a ride home and he came with me to the gas station then I drove him home. He lives far away, but it was worth it because we had a nice talk about music and such. Man, he is one dedicated musician. It was actually a very laid back cast party. Usually there is dancing and stripping and a lot of sexual crap going on, but tonight i was very laid back. It was nice because it was just everyone hanging out and bonding instead of bondage.
My Daddy sent me this cute chain letter and I like the message, so I'm gunna share it wqith ya'll.
*NAIL IN THE FENCE*
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. " A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us."
Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole.
The cast party was much fun. Carla came alog and hung out for a bit and Steven and Kevin and I jumped on the trampolene and hung out. I love my band guys. They are so cute. Steven is my squid. He makes the funniest noise for a squid., "Squeee!" I gave Kevin a ride home and he came with me to the gas station then I drove him home. He lives far away, but it was worth it because we had a nice talk about music and such. Man, he is one dedicated musician. It was actually a very laid back cast party. Usually there is dancing and stripping and a lot of sexual crap going on, but tonight i was very laid back. It was nice because it was just everyone hanging out and bonding instead of bondage.
My Daddy sent me this cute chain letter and I like the message, so I'm gunna share it wqith ya'll.
*NAIL IN THE FENCE*
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. " A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us."
Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole.