My Vagina Is Pissed Off...verypissedoff.
So, the last few days have been consumed with Vagina Talk. Even for reasons that have nothing to do with The Vagina Monologues. Right now I can't decide if I'm in awe of vaginae of I hate them so much that I want to go straight.
Overview of the last couple days:
Friday was a school day. After school, I had rehearsals. They were fun. Choice conversation snippet:
Freda: So, Sam, what are you going to wear?
Me: Uhm...something like this, except in black.
Freda: Okay, so what are you gonna do with your hair?
Me: Uhm...(feels hair) I'm gonna wear it like this...
Freda: Yeah, except for fresh, right?
Me: Uhm...it IS fresh.
Freda: Oh, well, just be yourself.
Then, Freda made up for that by giving me a really nice compliment. It was too nice to even disclose here.
Saturday I woke up at 7:30 to get ready for rehearsals. I couldn't turn the water on to take a shower because my hand is all gimpy and it's REALLY hard. I almost cried. Another example of how badly inanimate objects can upset me.
We had rehearsals at 9 that went on until 12:30 or so. They were very tedious, but still fun in their own little way.
After rehearsals Layla and I hung out all day. I showed her Leeland. She seemed very impressed and maybe a little scared, which she should have been. Leeland is a delicate creature, but he has an amazing will with the right motives. We also tried and failed to watch Pulp Fiction. 10,000 people called me...seriously. We laughed at the words pie and photogapher a lot. Layla involuntarily clapped a lot of times, which always made us laugh harder. There's a lot more to tell, but I just can't right now. My vagina is too angry.
Layla dropped me off at Jetta Girl's house, where we drank beer and talked for about an hour about WHY my vagina is so angry, then Dave got there, so we didn't talk about that anymore. I tried not to fall asleep on the couch. Jetta girl drove me home around 2, and my Dad was on my computer...and stayed on it til about 3. That was okay, though, I really didn't mind.
Today, I woke up, and tried to take a shower again. I couldn't turn the water on...again, but this time I didn't let it upset me quite as much. I hit the knob with a hammer some...and then gave up. So, I talked to Layla on aim while I waited for someone to get back and turn it on for me, so I wouldn't have to smell bad any more. She fell asleep while talking to me. Who does that? It would have been a blow to my self-esteem if not for my overly large ego. To make up for it she came and got me to take me to rehearsal, and also took me out to Quiznos, which was delicious. Thanks again!
Rehearsal went fine. I had to sit on the stage floor. My ass hurts.
After, Layla gave me a ride home. We listened to The Smashing Pumpkins, which was nice, but weird because I haven't listened to them in a long time. She asked me to tell her about working on the movie. I tried, but it was hard because I have kind of phased that story out of my repertoire, seeing as how it was a long time ago. All I talk about now is vaginas.
That's about the extent of my weekend. Fraught with excitement, right?
P.S. : I spell checked this entry. So who here knew that the plural of vagina is vaginae? I didn't, and I'm still not sure I believe it. I think you can use either, but livejournal doesn't seem to think so.
Overview of the last couple days:
Friday was a school day. After school, I had rehearsals. They were fun. Choice conversation snippet:
Freda: So, Sam, what are you going to wear?
Me: Uhm...something like this, except in black.
Freda: Okay, so what are you gonna do with your hair?
Me: Uhm...(feels hair) I'm gonna wear it like this...
Freda: Yeah, except for fresh, right?
Me: Uhm...it IS fresh.
Freda: Oh, well, just be yourself.
Then, Freda made up for that by giving me a really nice compliment. It was too nice to even disclose here.
Saturday I woke up at 7:30 to get ready for rehearsals. I couldn't turn the water on to take a shower because my hand is all gimpy and it's REALLY hard. I almost cried. Another example of how badly inanimate objects can upset me.
We had rehearsals at 9 that went on until 12:30 or so. They were very tedious, but still fun in their own little way.
After rehearsals Layla and I hung out all day. I showed her Leeland. She seemed very impressed and maybe a little scared, which she should have been. Leeland is a delicate creature, but he has an amazing will with the right motives. We also tried and failed to watch Pulp Fiction. 10,000 people called me...seriously. We laughed at the words pie and photogapher a lot. Layla involuntarily clapped a lot of times, which always made us laugh harder. There's a lot more to tell, but I just can't right now. My vagina is too angry.
Layla dropped me off at Jetta Girl's house, where we drank beer and talked for about an hour about WHY my vagina is so angry, then Dave got there, so we didn't talk about that anymore. I tried not to fall asleep on the couch. Jetta girl drove me home around 2, and my Dad was on my computer...and stayed on it til about 3. That was okay, though, I really didn't mind.
Today, I woke up, and tried to take a shower again. I couldn't turn the water on...again, but this time I didn't let it upset me quite as much. I hit the knob with a hammer some...and then gave up. So, I talked to Layla on aim while I waited for someone to get back and turn it on for me, so I wouldn't have to smell bad any more. She fell asleep while talking to me. Who does that? It would have been a blow to my self-esteem if not for my overly large ego. To make up for it she came and got me to take me to rehearsal, and also took me out to Quiznos, which was delicious. Thanks again!
Rehearsal went fine. I had to sit on the stage floor. My ass hurts.
After, Layla gave me a ride home. We listened to The Smashing Pumpkins, which was nice, but weird because I haven't listened to them in a long time. She asked me to tell her about working on the movie. I tried, but it was hard because I have kind of phased that story out of my repertoire, seeing as how it was a long time ago. All I talk about now is vaginas.
That's about the extent of my weekend. Fraught with excitement, right?
P.S. : I spell checked this entry. So who here knew that the plural of vagina is vaginae? I didn't, and I'm still not sure I believe it. I think you can use either, but livejournal doesn't seem to think so.