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May i start by politefully requesting that if any of you see me fall in the halls of our fine public school that you roll me on my side so that i do not choke to death on my own vomit. That being said, i am moderately certain that most of you are tired of hearing my voice by this point. I cannot say that i blame you as i too am growing tired of other people in general. In fact i can't even hide my malice anymore. I'm really not trying to antagonize anyone, but the lack of sleep and broken-record-mediocre-play have driven me to a place where i did not want to go. So for those of you who are still reading i will outline my week.
Monday: Sick, miserable, went home right after school.
Tuesday: Previews, Parker threatened not to use the balcony, i had a minor stroke.
Wednesday: final previews; ehh, i was tired.
Thursday: (this is where it takes off) two hour early dismissal, i had to run home after school to get clothes and such. Rode the bus to ocean city, a ride which was long and bumpy. (thats what she said) Settled into our clown car of a hotel room which held 14 males (hands off ladies) I scared the ever living dhit out of some girls on the elevator then again in the resteraunt[sp?] and in the parking lot. xanga users: See Grant's entry for more details. We set up and then played at a large award ceremony for the Maryland association of student councils. Later that evening Grant, Chris and I played some improv with some guitarists, which wasn't bad until some bitch nearly tuned my pan. Either way, we got back to the room where i tried to go to bed, (after conquering the galaxy in battlefront 2) but was unable to do so, as paul Kim, who was sleeping next to me, rolled over and touched my ass in his sleep, then proceeded to scream odd things about sausage in his sleep. So needless to sleep, i didn't get a plethora of sleep.
Friday: So then, we had to get up early to watch a painstakingly long lecture by Lt. Governer steele, then a baptist preacher-esque black guy who really didn't have much to say, and finally a complete moron talking about world peace. So then we waited what seemed to be days for pizza then rode the hours home. After unloading the bus, i stumbled home and showered. Then i proceeded to drag my ass back to the school for opening night of the play. The first thing Ms. Parker says to me as i walk in is, "i need you to do running crew tonight." I replied with, "I didn't get a second of sleep last night, i physically do not have the strength. Not to mention that its not my responsibility and i was promised that i wouldn't have to." this did not go over well, parker hates me because i'm not a blind slave and i have a fucking backbone. she offered a retort, "Thats not my problem." I promptly walked out and snubbed her. In hindsight, this may have not been such a great idea. But nevertheless, i left and wet to the booth and did my damndest to avoid her, which i did successfully for two nights. After the show i went to the cast party. I pantsted and underpantsted Dan lonsbury down to his ankles in front of half a dozen Girls and I played lindsay's brother's drums, which was good for a spell. The party got old and quick. There were far too many people and far too little space. So i hitched a ride with Nicole and went home at roughly 3 o'clock in the A.M. much to my surprise my secret break-in window was locked, which essentually makes my house a fortress. So after trying to no avail for 15 minutes to gain entry i finally called my mother, who wasn't thrilled.
Saturday: Another show, not too bad. Except for when the actors, BROKE THE FUCKING DOOR BY PULLING ON IT WHEN THE WERE SUPPOSED TO PUSH AFTER BEING TOLD AT LEAST A DOZEN TIMES OVER THE COURSE OF A WEEK!!!! they deserve all caps for that kind of stupidity. I went home and watched "The beach" with leo dicaprio, which wasn't bad, then went to sleep.
Today: My mother made me get up for fucking church, to which i protested. The show wasn't too bad except for the general malaise that fell upon both cast and crew. No one wanted to be there.
Tomorrow: is a day off
Tuesday: Deconstruction until 5. Then I have panfest 06 until 9. joy.
Wednesday: more decon.
Then i get a much much needed break. They call it hell week for a reason.
Monday: Sick, miserable, went home right after school.
Tuesday: Previews, Parker threatened not to use the balcony, i had a minor stroke.
Wednesday: final previews; ehh, i was tired.
Thursday: (this is where it takes off) two hour early dismissal, i had to run home after school to get clothes and such. Rode the bus to ocean city, a ride which was long and bumpy. (thats what she said) Settled into our clown car of a hotel room which held 14 males (hands off ladies) I scared the ever living dhit out of some girls on the elevator then again in the resteraunt[sp?] and in the parking lot. xanga users: See Grant's entry for more details. We set up and then played at a large award ceremony for the Maryland association of student councils. Later that evening Grant, Chris and I played some improv with some guitarists, which wasn't bad until some bitch nearly tuned my pan. Either way, we got back to the room where i tried to go to bed, (after conquering the galaxy in battlefront 2) but was unable to do so, as paul Kim, who was sleeping next to me, rolled over and touched my ass in his sleep, then proceeded to scream odd things about sausage in his sleep. So needless to sleep, i didn't get a plethora of sleep.
Friday: So then, we had to get up early to watch a painstakingly long lecture by Lt. Governer steele, then a baptist preacher-esque black guy who really didn't have much to say, and finally a complete moron talking about world peace. So then we waited what seemed to be days for pizza then rode the hours home. After unloading the bus, i stumbled home and showered. Then i proceeded to drag my ass back to the school for opening night of the play. The first thing Ms. Parker says to me as i walk in is, "i need you to do running crew tonight." I replied with, "I didn't get a second of sleep last night, i physically do not have the strength. Not to mention that its not my responsibility and i was promised that i wouldn't have to." this did not go over well, parker hates me because i'm not a blind slave and i have a fucking backbone. she offered a retort, "Thats not my problem." I promptly walked out and snubbed her. In hindsight, this may have not been such a great idea. But nevertheless, i left and wet to the booth and did my damndest to avoid her, which i did successfully for two nights. After the show i went to the cast party. I pantsted and underpantsted Dan lonsbury down to his ankles in front of half a dozen Girls and I played lindsay's brother's drums, which was good for a spell. The party got old and quick. There were far too many people and far too little space. So i hitched a ride with Nicole and went home at roughly 3 o'clock in the A.M. much to my surprise my secret break-in window was locked, which essentually makes my house a fortress. So after trying to no avail for 15 minutes to gain entry i finally called my mother, who wasn't thrilled.
Saturday: Another show, not too bad. Except for when the actors, BROKE THE FUCKING DOOR BY PULLING ON IT WHEN THE WERE SUPPOSED TO PUSH AFTER BEING TOLD AT LEAST A DOZEN TIMES OVER THE COURSE OF A WEEK!!!! they deserve all caps for that kind of stupidity. I went home and watched "The beach" with leo dicaprio, which wasn't bad, then went to sleep.
Today: My mother made me get up for fucking church, to which i protested. The show wasn't too bad except for the general malaise that fell upon both cast and crew. No one wanted to be there.
Tomorrow: is a day off
Tuesday: Deconstruction until 5. Then I have panfest 06 until 9. joy.
Wednesday: more decon.
Then i get a much much needed break. They call it hell week for a reason.