If my titles are so lame, why do you love me?
16 days 'til Harry Potter (according to mugglenet.com). And I am super pissed because, according to the internet, Harry Potter will not even be playing at the Esquire, which sucks because that is by far the best place to see it. It's only playing at the Creve Coeur 12. Oh well. I already got my tickets, so... (By the way, if you are still going, you don't have to be weird like me and get it way in advance. You can get it like a week or less before it opens. Tickets will still be around. Of course, it will be showing in several different theaters like Star Wars was at the Esquire, meaning we might not even be in the same theater, which would not be good. Goddamn, I am babbling.)
I figured out an ending to the play Joe and I are writing for drama! I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner. The two rough draft plays we tried out today were just that: rough drafts. They were insane and seriously need to be proofread, but were actually decent.
Gosh, I had so many things to say for this entry, and every idea I had has just blown away. Like Robby's hair blowing in the wind.
It was fun acting like a child with Lauren, and chasing Simon all around the school. Who knew skipping ('cause you know, people skip when they are IN LOVE) could take so much out of a person? We skipped from the lunchroom upstairs and could barely move by the time we got up there.
I so aced that Latin quiz. And I wish Mr. Trapp had listened to us and actually had an outside lesson. It was an absolutely gorgeous day.
Did you think this entry was boring? I hope not. It seems boring to me, but that's...just me. And I have something to show Abby and Yan tomorrow that is totally awesome. I got Star Wars yesterday and watched the lava "You were the chosen one! It was said you would destroy the sith, not join them! Bring balance to the force, not leave it in darkness!" scene.
Fandiddlyastic.