postal service
just got back from dance (meh, 45 minutes ago... but still) some sappy soap opera is on tv behind me... no one is watching it though.... perhaps a change of channels would fix this?
well, i put in postal service instead- it's been awhile. listening to number 4... it's my life with a twist... or maybe my life in the near future (me being the pretty girl singer) and that makes me really really sad. *sigh*
if you know not postal service, i'm sorry.
anyway. area competition was last night. we didn't advance:( thomas got hm allstar cast, marc got allstar cast and i got best actress:) but we didnt advance:( :( it was actually really hard to see why, too. it's the best we'd ever done and the alternate was a school i didn't even think would be in the running. oh well. this is a competition with one judge. cest la vie (or however the heck you spell that). it was fuse's last show. he's the best director with whom i've *ever* worked. he's great. and he's leaving. he said before the show that we'd made it the best possible last show-- i just wish there could have been another round of competition for him. and us. but he *deserved* it. meh. i'm beginning to sound annoying (...imagine that? heehee)
the ride home was so wierd and so amazingly perfect and so devastatingly horrible at the same time. but that's another story altogether.
my cd has a scratch on it i just discovered:( but number 7 works:) (the clark gable song is screwed over now, though!!)
**and i'm not coming out until this is all over**
bler. well, today should be great. so far, i've danced:) seen my grandparents:) (the ones i never see) and updated:) hehe. and later= sarah:) tracy:) starbucks:) and thriftstores:) then, later... stargazing with some of the posse at xaviers house. sound grand? i believe so.
well, i put in postal service instead- it's been awhile. listening to number 4... it's my life with a twist... or maybe my life in the near future (me being the pretty girl singer) and that makes me really really sad. *sigh*
if you know not postal service, i'm sorry.
anyway. area competition was last night. we didn't advance:( thomas got hm allstar cast, marc got allstar cast and i got best actress:) but we didnt advance:( :( it was actually really hard to see why, too. it's the best we'd ever done and the alternate was a school i didn't even think would be in the running. oh well. this is a competition with one judge. cest la vie (or however the heck you spell that). it was fuse's last show. he's the best director with whom i've *ever* worked. he's great. and he's leaving. he said before the show that we'd made it the best possible last show-- i just wish there could have been another round of competition for him. and us. but he *deserved* it. meh. i'm beginning to sound annoying (...imagine that? heehee)
the ride home was so wierd and so amazingly perfect and so devastatingly horrible at the same time. but that's another story altogether.
my cd has a scratch on it i just discovered:( but number 7 works:) (the clark gable song is screwed over now, though!!)
**and i'm not coming out until this is all over**
bler. well, today should be great. so far, i've danced:) seen my grandparents:) (the ones i never see) and updated:) hehe. and later= sarah:) tracy:) starbucks:) and thriftstores:) then, later... stargazing with some of the posse at xaviers house. sound grand? i believe so.