Big Hair
Today I have really big hair, b/c when I woke up I was like, Whoa! and so I took a shower. Then I watched Best Week Ever and ENDURANCE, because that is possibly the best show ever. So then I looked in the mirror and it was like, Ka-bang! My hair is big and curly! Tee hee, I like curly hair. But after it's dry for a while, it turns wavy-ish like it always is. Then it turns straight and boring.
Fame rehearsel today, my throat is all mucus-y and I have to clear it a lot. I was practically croaking when I woke up. But now it's a lot better. I'm mad b/c I was singing yesterday, and my voice was croaky, and I got confused b/c I hear Mabel sing the 'I Pray I Make P.A.' part all the time but I sing it different. So then I screwed it up yesterday b/c I started to sing it my way, then I sang it Mabel's way, so the 'I' part was way too long and then 'Make' wasn't long enough. But now it's cool, I'm getting it down.
Yesterday we went out for dinner (which we do about every night, at least 5 times a week- Mommy isn't exactly Martha Stewart) and we parked the car and then we were walking like a block to Tratoria. Then Kevin McCollow, James Quinan, and Henry Thomas run by and push each other into the snow, acting like drunk morons. Then one of their dads, who really was drunk, was like "Get over here!" I noticed them and waited for them to ralize it was me, but they didn't until they were a little less than a block away. So then we were seated at our table, and Kevin comes up to the window and pressed his face against it. Weird.
Oh, Mommy's buying me new Pumas and stuff tomorrow at this one shoe place in Mequon. Sigh, I love shoes.
I got together all my Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants books yesterday, right after I got the new one. I love those books. But they're all beat up, scratched, and drawn on b/c I've read them so much. Ooh, on Thursday my friend Abby Kohlenbery and I are going to a book signing by her, also in Mequon.
La la, nyech I am bored. Talking w/ Lydie on IM. Lydia is very cool.
Sophie
Fame rehearsel today, my throat is all mucus-y and I have to clear it a lot. I was practically croaking when I woke up. But now it's a lot better. I'm mad b/c I was singing yesterday, and my voice was croaky, and I got confused b/c I hear Mabel sing the 'I Pray I Make P.A.' part all the time but I sing it different. So then I screwed it up yesterday b/c I started to sing it my way, then I sang it Mabel's way, so the 'I' part was way too long and then 'Make' wasn't long enough. But now it's cool, I'm getting it down.
Yesterday we went out for dinner (which we do about every night, at least 5 times a week- Mommy isn't exactly Martha Stewart) and we parked the car and then we were walking like a block to Tratoria. Then Kevin McCollow, James Quinan, and Henry Thomas run by and push each other into the snow, acting like drunk morons. Then one of their dads, who really was drunk, was like "Get over here!" I noticed them and waited for them to ralize it was me, but they didn't until they were a little less than a block away. So then we were seated at our table, and Kevin comes up to the window and pressed his face against it. Weird.
Oh, Mommy's buying me new Pumas and stuff tomorrow at this one shoe place in Mequon. Sigh, I love shoes.
I got together all my Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants books yesterday, right after I got the new one. I love those books. But they're all beat up, scratched, and drawn on b/c I've read them so much. Ooh, on Thursday my friend Abby Kohlenbery and I are going to a book signing by her, also in Mequon.
La la, nyech I am bored. Talking w/ Lydie on IM. Lydia is very cool.
Sophie