I wished for a pony!
Ruby in the Smoke! Wind in the Willows! Dracula! Eiiiiiiii!
Rehearsal, for Roland and Kaylie's play ("The Last of the Darling Brent Girls"-- I don't much love the title, but it's still a great play), today. It was at Kaylie's house, at noon; I found out about it at about 11:20, fortunately. There was another rehersal, at Tully's, on Monday, but I only found out about that one today, too. It was fun. Kaylie was trying to give me direction on how to play my character, Mme Deville-Vaude. "Have you ever been to the Gypsy Caravan place, on 6th?" she asked. I haven't. I think "I should go in," every time that I drive past it, but I haven't been inside of it, since I was about four, IIRC. "Alright," Kaylie said. "You went to Mason, right? Well, play her like Mrs O'Malley." Madame had just been flirting with James, so then he was like "Wait-- I hit on Mrs O'Malley!?"
All in all, a fun time was had by all. And, I have in insane number of quotes. (Dan: *watching "Horton Hears a Who"* Did they just say 'bastardly'?/ Kaylie: *sigh* Dastardly.)
After that, my mom and I went to the mall. Mummy got some stuff that she wanted to get for my father, and then we went to Macy's. My bras haven't been fitting correctly, for the past few monthes (weeks?). I didn't bother to mention this to my mom, for some reason. I mean, I complain about everything-- why didn't I complain about something that could potentially be fixed? At any rate, I was fitted. And... guess what size I am. 34D. I was wearing a 34B, so that explains the discomfort. But... I'm not that big. What the fuck? Anyway, that's probably enough about my figure, for all of you. I got the four 34D bras that Macy's has, and we went home. I have a feeling that the size is so large because of the discrepensy between a small ribcage and something else, or... something. I'm confused, but that's nothing new.
And, because I love you (and also because I stole it from Cleo): Cute Things Falling Asleep. May you die of the cute! Muahahahahaha!
Rehearsal, for Roland and Kaylie's play ("The Last of the Darling Brent Girls"-- I don't much love the title, but it's still a great play), today. It was at Kaylie's house, at noon; I found out about it at about 11:20, fortunately. There was another rehersal, at Tully's, on Monday, but I only found out about that one today, too. It was fun. Kaylie was trying to give me direction on how to play my character, Mme Deville-Vaude. "Have you ever been to the Gypsy Caravan place, on 6th?" she asked. I haven't. I think "I should go in," every time that I drive past it, but I haven't been inside of it, since I was about four, IIRC. "Alright," Kaylie said. "You went to Mason, right? Well, play her like Mrs O'Malley." Madame had just been flirting with James, so then he was like "Wait-- I hit on Mrs O'Malley!?"
All in all, a fun time was had by all. And, I have in insane number of quotes. (Dan: *watching "Horton Hears a Who"* Did they just say 'bastardly'?/ Kaylie: *sigh* Dastardly.)
After that, my mom and I went to the mall. Mummy got some stuff that she wanted to get for my father, and then we went to Macy's. My bras haven't been fitting correctly, for the past few monthes (weeks?). I didn't bother to mention this to my mom, for some reason. I mean, I complain about everything-- why didn't I complain about something that could potentially be fixed? At any rate, I was fitted. And... guess what size I am. 34D. I was wearing a 34B, so that explains the discomfort. But... I'm not that big. What the fuck? Anyway, that's probably enough about my figure, for all of you. I got the four 34D bras that Macy's has, and we went home. I have a feeling that the size is so large because of the discrepensy between a small ribcage and something else, or... something. I'm confused, but that's nothing new.
And, because I love you (and also because I stole it from Cleo): Cute Things Falling Asleep. May you die of the cute! Muahahahahaha!