I look stupid, yay.
--I sitting here wearing my costume for the upcoming school play Deadwood Dick or the Game of Gold. Hah, it's great, I've got on a brown almost bowler hat, suspenders, brown slacks, and a brown, black, grey plaid shirt. Heh, it's great. I'm wearing it because it needs to be stretched out a bit. The hat reminds me a lot of Clockwork Orange, except it's brown of course, but in any case it makes me look devious :-) I picked it up yesterday at the thrift store. valdorgassel was there, he said hi to me, which I found kinda surprising since the last thing he said to me was basically "Fuck you I hope you die". But that's cool, it was great because I got everything I needed in one stop for less than 20 dollars (my mom picked some stuff up too so it was actually probably less than 15). Later (Friday) my mom and I went to go watch E.T. and some assholes kept running in and out of the theatre (nosily). I thought for awhile that they were going to get thrown about, but the manager, or whoever, only gave them a warning and they kept being assholes.
--On Thursday I went to play practice (after finding a ride). I didn't really have to go, but one of the principals got really sick and I told Camphor I would go read for her. Wow, I messed up a lot. Heh, oh well, it was kind of fun. Then GnomeDad picked me up and I went to his house and got dressed for the awards Banquet for the writing contest I entered in O'Gorman's class. We got there, ate some food, luckily they had a tofu dish. My mom won a door prize for a massage. I only got honorable mention for Youth Fiction, but whatever. The winner's story, from the small bit that I heard, was not very good, but if they want to give $25 to a person who wrote about hunting and fishing, then that's their perogative. Whatever. It sucks, but I guess I'll deal with it.
--On Thursday I went to play practice (after finding a ride). I didn't really have to go, but one of the principals got really sick and I told Camphor I would go read for her. Wow, I messed up a lot. Heh, oh well, it was kind of fun. Then GnomeDad picked me up and I went to his house and got dressed for the awards Banquet for the writing contest I entered in O'Gorman's class. We got there, ate some food, luckily they had a tofu dish. My mom won a door prize for a massage. I only got honorable mention for Youth Fiction, but whatever. The winner's story, from the small bit that I heard, was not very good, but if they want to give $25 to a person who wrote about hunting and fishing, then that's their perogative. Whatever. It sucks, but I guess I'll deal with it.