I was hoping the train was my big number
I know.
I know you won't believe me.
I know it doesn't sound possible.
But I swear. I swear to god. Monday was good.
Shocking, but utterly true.
Today, Monday, was niceniceniceniceLOVELY to the max times 4.
That is, assuming we start "today" at 8am, instead of 3. Because at three this morning I was very much up, and in excruciating pain, throwing up that "peanut-free" Vietnamese lunch from fucking Kitchener yesterday.
It was agony.
I don't want to talk about it.
Fucking Kitchener.
BUT, with the benefit of a whole lot of gravol and a few hours sleep, I was granted a fresh start. I came in time for my Timothy Findley seminar second period, and darling Esther Yermus who I love more than I can possibly say, let me go first so I could leave and get some rest. Have you ever given a 15%-of-your-grade seminar when you've had 4 hours sleep and still feel like your body is turning inside out? I have now. I hadn't really done much prep, but somehow in my feverish brilliance I managed to give a rather engaging speech. Something to do with "Timothy Findley's novels negate the self-hatred of Canadian readers..." I have no idea. But Yermus loved it, and I went and learned some Vagina Monolgue lines downstairs. I did this very quietly, so as not to have any repeat episodes of last time I worked on those lines in public. But just for my daily dose of awkwardness, I did force Carlyn to help me with my cues. Example of a cue from the Vagina Monolgues: "Oh baby. Rock me!".
Drama majors are icky.
I have no more eloquent words to express it than that. I feel that "icky" depicts my class better than any longer, more mature term. Simply because my drama class lacks the maturity or attention span to read any words longer than that. In the midst of trying to brainstorm our Artifact skit, I found I couldn't take the egos and the dirty looks, so I walked out.
In the outside world, ie. NORMAL PEOPLE, I found:
-Erika
-Aria
-Ayesha
-Elyse
-Lauren Weisz
-Levin
-Tara
-Michelle
-Sangita
-Popscicles
-...LOTS of popscicles!
-Spiders
-Magazines
-Centers for Kids Who Can't Read Good
-...expertly made of poscicle sticks my Tara et moi
-Rubber cement
-Aqua
-(Aria is cool. Aqua is less cool, but Aria listens to them. What can I say?)
Neta Rice would like to thank the members of the board for the best skipped 5th period in a good long time.
I feel that this deserves an emo heart or two, in order express the popscicle-filled goodness of this afternoon
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
And fuck it, I AM A BARBIE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know you won't believe me.
I know it doesn't sound possible.
But I swear. I swear to god. Monday was good.
Shocking, but utterly true.
Today, Monday, was niceniceniceniceLOVELY to the max times 4.
That is, assuming we start "today" at 8am, instead of 3. Because at three this morning I was very much up, and in excruciating pain, throwing up that "peanut-free" Vietnamese lunch from fucking Kitchener yesterday.
It was agony.
I don't want to talk about it.
Fucking Kitchener.
BUT, with the benefit of a whole lot of gravol and a few hours sleep, I was granted a fresh start. I came in time for my Timothy Findley seminar second period, and darling Esther Yermus who I love more than I can possibly say, let me go first so I could leave and get some rest. Have you ever given a 15%-of-your-grade seminar when you've had 4 hours sleep and still feel like your body is turning inside out? I have now. I hadn't really done much prep, but somehow in my feverish brilliance I managed to give a rather engaging speech. Something to do with "Timothy Findley's novels negate the self-hatred of Canadian readers..." I have no idea. But Yermus loved it, and I went and learned some Vagina Monolgue lines downstairs. I did this very quietly, so as not to have any repeat episodes of last time I worked on those lines in public. But just for my daily dose of awkwardness, I did force Carlyn to help me with my cues. Example of a cue from the Vagina Monolgues: "Oh baby. Rock me!".
Drama majors are icky.
I have no more eloquent words to express it than that. I feel that "icky" depicts my class better than any longer, more mature term. Simply because my drama class lacks the maturity or attention span to read any words longer than that. In the midst of trying to brainstorm our Artifact skit, I found I couldn't take the egos and the dirty looks, so I walked out.
In the outside world, ie. NORMAL PEOPLE, I found:
-Erika
-Aria
-Ayesha
-Elyse
-Lauren Weisz
-Levin
-Tara
-Michelle
-Sangita
-Popscicles
-...LOTS of popscicles!
-Spiders
-Magazines
-Centers for Kids Who Can't Read Good
-...expertly made of poscicle sticks my Tara et moi
-Rubber cement
-Aqua
-(Aria is cool. Aqua is less cool, but Aria listens to them. What can I say?)
Neta Rice would like to thank the members of the board for the best skipped 5th period in a good long time.
I feel that this deserves an emo heart or two, in order express the popscicle-filled goodness of this afternoon
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
And fuck it, I AM A BARBIE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!