hand me your keys, i'm dennis rodman!
it's been a long weekend.
two cappies shows, one on friday at notre dame, one saturday at hammond.
notable moment:
there was a glass display at hammond with two or three taxidermied bears (evidently that is their mascot). i turned the corner and almost screamed. then i noticed the sign over the door said "bear cage". i died a little.
i should have taken myspace pictures uhhh!! (a bunch of people asked me if that one photoshopped picture with the bear is real and i want so badly to say yes. in my backyard there are bears. so i cling to a tree.)
went to micasa saturday night, for once my family went to dinner with me! usually i go out to get groceries and i come home and they're gone. sneaky devils.
at mars (supermarket) this cashier told us he could check us out in lane #12 and i (most likely too loudly) said "i'll check you out, OHHHH."
did my reviews at 3 am, submitted at 4:32 am this morning. both on time!
for now, i'm hella exhausted, have a ton of things to do OH YEAH AND IT'S HELL WEEK. (i am secretly excited). i will now take a moment to guilt trip you guys into coming to the show, nov 17 & 18 (this friday/saturday) 7:30 at chs, doors at 7. $8 gen ad(?), $5 for seniors and babies.
come see girls in slinky pajamas onstage! see boys in suits ... hopefully! see dancing and piano playing in a drama not a musical!
it should be good, especially if we bust ass this week. which we need tooooo doooo.
cappies are coming friday. i'm nervous, especially because people were hella brutal in discussions this weekend. the thought of people going "kelly as judith? oh yeah she suckeddd. and damn, it's not 12 it's 2. girrrrl!" makes me anxious.
i got fed up with a few people this weekend, and i really just wanted to shut off and shut out, but it didn't happen. i just kind of got quiet. i also realized i can't vent to my mom without other people finding out. i told her that i feel unappreciated by my dad. basically, i'm a good kid. i haven't done drugs, gotten drunk, had sex, gotten suspended, arrested, expelled, or even a detention. i've had straight a's since what, 3rd grade? i go to nerd camp. i focus all my time on school and extracurriculars and college. i have nice friends. i refuse to drive without my license. i don't break curfew. but i don't think i've ever heard my dad say he's proud of me. which i guess i just realized (again) this weekend. and i mentioned it to my mom, how he guilt trips me for stupid things and makes me feel bad when i should feel pretty damn good about myself.
naturally an hour later my dad comes in my room and asks if i'm mad at him. of course i say no. i want to just let it all out but i'm so used to not. aggravating, certainly, but it's just what i've done for what, almost 17 years? angst angst angst. i'm over it. i'm fine. i've got too much to do to be worried about it. i have no time for emotionsssss!!!
i can legally drive people in 6 days. haaaaa!
two cappies shows, one on friday at notre dame, one saturday at hammond.
notable moment:
there was a glass display at hammond with two or three taxidermied bears (evidently that is their mascot). i turned the corner and almost screamed. then i noticed the sign over the door said "bear cage". i died a little.
i should have taken myspace pictures uhhh!! (a bunch of people asked me if that one photoshopped picture with the bear is real and i want so badly to say yes. in my backyard there are bears. so i cling to a tree.)
went to micasa saturday night, for once my family went to dinner with me! usually i go out to get groceries and i come home and they're gone. sneaky devils.
at mars (supermarket) this cashier told us he could check us out in lane #12 and i (most likely too loudly) said "i'll check you out, OHHHH."
did my reviews at 3 am, submitted at 4:32 am this morning. both on time!
for now, i'm hella exhausted, have a ton of things to do OH YEAH AND IT'S HELL WEEK. (i am secretly excited). i will now take a moment to guilt trip you guys into coming to the show, nov 17 & 18 (this friday/saturday) 7:30 at chs, doors at 7. $8 gen ad(?), $5 for seniors and babies.
come see girls in slinky pajamas onstage! see boys in suits ... hopefully! see dancing and piano playing in a drama not a musical!
it should be good, especially if we bust ass this week. which we need tooooo doooo.
cappies are coming friday. i'm nervous, especially because people were hella brutal in discussions this weekend. the thought of people going "kelly as judith? oh yeah she suckeddd. and damn, it's not 12 it's 2. girrrrl!" makes me anxious.
i got fed up with a few people this weekend, and i really just wanted to shut off and shut out, but it didn't happen. i just kind of got quiet. i also realized i can't vent to my mom without other people finding out. i told her that i feel unappreciated by my dad. basically, i'm a good kid. i haven't done drugs, gotten drunk, had sex, gotten suspended, arrested, expelled, or even a detention. i've had straight a's since what, 3rd grade? i go to nerd camp. i focus all my time on school and extracurriculars and college. i have nice friends. i refuse to drive without my license. i don't break curfew. but i don't think i've ever heard my dad say he's proud of me. which i guess i just realized (again) this weekend. and i mentioned it to my mom, how he guilt trips me for stupid things and makes me feel bad when i should feel pretty damn good about myself.
naturally an hour later my dad comes in my room and asks if i'm mad at him. of course i say no. i want to just let it all out but i'm so used to not. aggravating, certainly, but it's just what i've done for what, almost 17 years? angst angst angst. i'm over it. i'm fine. i've got too much to do to be worried about it. i have no time for emotionsssss!!!
i can legally drive people in 6 days. haaaaa!