West Side is the best!
Yo' mah, hizzles! The sho is down in the crib, bitches! My ho's are all up like, lovin' the how we playin' foo!
Some one had to do it, I'm sort of glad it was me. West Side Story has finished its first leg. Second leg starts tomorrow, with more energy, more real blood, and more BRONCHITIS!
Goddamnit Brooke
Other than our lead being crippled in the lung by some stupid bacterial infection (Wait, it's a virus, thank you wikipedia The article) the play is going fantastic. Energy is like nothing else, and there's a lot of love. Lots and lots of love.
Except for Sean, you bastard, I swear to god I will cut you back.
You'll rue the day you made me bleed my own blood.
Giordana has seen the play a record number of times, thus far, four out of five. I put forth the motion she be labeled "West Side Story Groupie." I believe it is an acceptable title, and very fitting.
I'm sort of glad she shows up so much, I'd miss her terribly if she did not. (OH GOD SAPPY ALERT SAPPY ALERT! DUCK AND COVER!) Sometimes you need someone to dedicate everything you do to. I'm glad I have someone to strive for. Plus she gives really fucking awesome back scratches. I mean like, Angel good. I swear she could tame a lion with her fingers.
I managed to cheat school today, I had my Sunday taken away by work. I mean it to, I was called in two days in advance, forced to work an eight and a half hour shift. However the sleep in, and dinner and a visit with Giordana more than made up for it...
I'm looking forward to tomorrow, big play night, first back from the break, so we gotta kill the slump, also Giordano is coming. This man scares me, and there are few people I want to impress more, so at least I'll be motivated.
Also, I have come to the conclusion that when I am of legal age, I will always have a flask of Whiskey on me. For three reasons:
1) Fucking Manly
2) In case I need to warm/wake/un-shock myself/someone
3) I'd never be thirsty
That's all for tonight!