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So the final show was tonight. I felt guilty for not crying my eyes out like everyone else. But honestly, I had fun, so it's a lot less messy to just take the good with you and leave the tears at the door. Everyone was bawling because all the seniors are leaving and blahblahblaaahh. I just don't identify with that. Like I told Schaef, "We all have to go sometime". Sure next year will be different without Pat and Alex and Bridgitte. But what can I say. Oh-bla-dee oh-bla-dah, life goes on, whoa...
Why do I always end up with vodka in my system?? Cass came by the auditorium after the performance... obviously completely trashed. And with an entire thermos full of SCREWDRIVER in her purse. Naturally, Vanessa and Megs and I took it into the nearest bathroom and split it. I was only tipsy for a little while, though, so I behaved. I mean, I'm sure I was gyrating like a lunatic on the dance floor at the cast party, but ohh well. You only live once. Might as well dance like a cheap stripper while I can.
I want to watch a movie. It's late. Poop. (...My train of thought is so sporadic)
Tomorrow's Mothers Day. Did I get my mom a token of my appreciation for her matronly efforts?? Naaahh.
I can't believe the show is done. This means *gasp* I can hypothetically have a life. Sexcellent. Having a life means more alcohol and random sexual encounters and of course more priceless conversations with Brent. My life has such wholesome foundations.
Why do I always end up with vodka in my system?? Cass came by the auditorium after the performance... obviously completely trashed. And with an entire thermos full of SCREWDRIVER in her purse. Naturally, Vanessa and Megs and I took it into the nearest bathroom and split it. I was only tipsy for a little while, though, so I behaved. I mean, I'm sure I was gyrating like a lunatic on the dance floor at the cast party, but ohh well. You only live once. Might as well dance like a cheap stripper while I can.
I want to watch a movie. It's late. Poop. (...My train of thought is so sporadic)
Tomorrow's Mothers Day. Did I get my mom a token of my appreciation for her matronly efforts?? Naaahh.
I can't believe the show is done. This means *gasp* I can hypothetically have a life. Sexcellent. Having a life means more alcohol and random sexual encounters and of course more priceless conversations with Brent. My life has such wholesome foundations.