and as the spotlights fade away...we were meant for the stage.
So...yes.
Text entry?
Eh. In between.
Enjoy, kids.
Well, there's me. Because I am making the entry, I get to edit my picture to within an inch of its life and put it up first. HAH.
I CAME OUT OF HIS CHEST! BWAHAHAHAHA! It's like ALIEN!
L'Anna and La Kileigh, cropped to remove excessive cleavage inperfections.
If only we had some graham crackers! Lauren's my hero, by the way.
He's throwin' down the signs, y'all.
Amber is unamused lykewhoa. Fun Fact: This is the sixth picture I took, because Anna's eye refused to be photographed. And it's still squinting. That silly bint.
Being...hot? Waiting for damn elevators. I hated waiting for those things, but they had TV. YES, YOU READ CORRECTLY. TV.
In two nights, it was ALL GONE. 24 cans. About 3 people. Love, man, love.
So we all decided to take Power Naps during Session Five (?) We failed.
[/disgruntled]
Like a model who fell out of the frame while wearing AMAZING UNDERWEAR. Look at your screen closely, kiddies. MMMMMazing.
er?
I totally just kicked them. I'm lying, damnit, but it looks like it!
BZUH? Ain't he adorkable?
It's like when Jon Stewart impersonates Bush! "Heheheheheh!" No one? No one? Sigh.
He was so content...
UNTIL WE AWAKENED THE BEAST!
I was TRYING to take a peaceful nap on my gay loverrrrrrr, but THOMAS DESTROYED ALL! RAPE! RAPE! *death*
The horror!
Caught trying to escape being pantless with two studs. My life is so hard.
COMMENCE BATTLE UNITS.
Ignore the idiot expression, and pay attention to just how much goose down was in our room!
DUEL!
Teh TACKLE!
You're looking so makey-outy! (His flesh BURNS.)
He's a DEMON! HE MADE ME DO IT! *cries*
Domninatrix meets Dr. Seuss
ANNA'd!
Forks do not get sexier, my friends.
Pffft, as if they wouldn't know it was her!
Arty AND Emo-y!
It's like he WANTS his tongue cut out! NOOO! IT'S A TRAP!
We're such drunken, 2-D whores. Alas.
Queershots!
Convincing Porter into her pants. Or vice versa, I couldn't tell.
Porter refused her, and Amber turned to the sweet brown medicine to wash the pain away.
OR
Amber was dissatisfied after the matter, and went to the Pain-Go-Bye-Bye Juice to wash the pain away.
Either way, Amber, sigh.
DerangedYetHappy!Heather, VulnerableAndConfused!Nick, and PantlessAndUnaware!Kileigh. Word up, yo.
Alackaday, c'est tout (LOOK BEN, IT'S PROPER FRENCH!)
I heart Thespian Conference.
Everyone who was there? You rock.
Text entry?
Eh. In between.
Enjoy, kids.
Well, there's me. Because I am making the entry, I get to edit my picture to within an inch of its life and put it up first. HAH.
I CAME OUT OF HIS CHEST! BWAHAHAHAHA! It's like ALIEN!
L'Anna and La Kileigh, cropped to remove excessive cleavage inperfections.
If only we had some graham crackers! Lauren's my hero, by the way.
He's throwin' down the signs, y'all.
Amber is unamused lykewhoa. Fun Fact: This is the sixth picture I took, because Anna's eye refused to be photographed. And it's still squinting. That silly bint.
Being...hot? Waiting for damn elevators. I hated waiting for those things, but they had TV. YES, YOU READ CORRECTLY. TV.
In two nights, it was ALL GONE. 24 cans. About 3 people. Love, man, love.
So we all decided to take Power Naps during Session Five (?) We failed.
[/disgruntled]
Like a model who fell out of the frame while wearing AMAZING UNDERWEAR. Look at your screen closely, kiddies. MMMMMazing.
er?
I totally just kicked them. I'm lying, damnit, but it looks like it!
BZUH? Ain't he adorkable?
It's like when Jon Stewart impersonates Bush! "Heheheheheh!" No one? No one? Sigh.
He was so content...
UNTIL WE AWAKENED THE BEAST!
I was TRYING to take a peaceful nap on my gay loverrrrrrr, but THOMAS DESTROYED ALL! RAPE! RAPE! *death*
The horror!
Caught trying to escape being pantless with two studs. My life is so hard.
COMMENCE BATTLE UNITS.
Ignore the idiot expression, and pay attention to just how much goose down was in our room!
DUEL!
Teh TACKLE!
You're looking so makey-outy! (His flesh BURNS.)
He's a DEMON! HE MADE ME DO IT! *cries*
Domninatrix meets Dr. Seuss
ANNA'd!
Forks do not get sexier, my friends.
Pffft, as if they wouldn't know it was her!
Arty AND Emo-y!
It's like he WANTS his tongue cut out! NOOO! IT'S A TRAP!
We're such drunken, 2-D whores. Alas.
Queershots!
Convincing Porter into her pants. Or vice versa, I couldn't tell.
Porter refused her, and Amber turned to the sweet brown medicine to wash the pain away.
OR
Amber was dissatisfied after the matter, and went to the Pain-Go-Bye-Bye Juice to wash the pain away.
Either way, Amber, sigh.
DerangedYetHappy!Heather, VulnerableAndConfused!Nick, and PantlessAndUnaware!Kileigh. Word up, yo.
Alackaday, c'est tout (LOOK BEN, IT'S PROPER FRENCH!)
I heart Thespian Conference.
Everyone who was there? You rock.