The wrathful God one.
There's been a recent trend of disappointment in my life lately.
Not particularly in people, but in events that have taken place.
Today, as you can probably tell, I'm not in Disneyland.
My school went and I ended up on the waiting list.
The first three on the list ended up being able to go.
But I guess I accidently spat in God's face or something in my sleep.
I was fourth on the waiting list.
I wasn't too bitter until I could practically taste Disneyland.
Sorry, God, for whatever I did.
On the bright and sunny side, however (hehe it was pouring in Anaheim), I went two for two on having seen good shows this weekend.
The 1940s Radio Hour was delightful. So much was going on, but you felt like a part of everything in it. The casting was perfect and hilarious, the set living up to its PT quality, and the directing a feat.
Felix and Oscar was likewise fun and fresh. The odd couple of Jon Gentry and Bob Sorenson melded perfectly and it kept in great pace. There's only one more show, so yeah.
God might hate you too.
Not particularly in people, but in events that have taken place.
Today, as you can probably tell, I'm not in Disneyland.
My school went and I ended up on the waiting list.
The first three on the list ended up being able to go.
But I guess I accidently spat in God's face or something in my sleep.
I was fourth on the waiting list.
I wasn't too bitter until I could practically taste Disneyland.
Sorry, God, for whatever I did.
On the bright and sunny side, however (hehe it was pouring in Anaheim), I went two for two on having seen good shows this weekend.
The 1940s Radio Hour was delightful. So much was going on, but you felt like a part of everything in it. The casting was perfect and hilarious, the set living up to its PT quality, and the directing a feat.
Felix and Oscar was likewise fun and fresh. The odd couple of Jon Gentry and Bob Sorenson melded perfectly and it kept in great pace. There's only one more show, so yeah.
God might hate you too.