some middle schoolers decided to play a game on the bus today. the game was merely contrived of who could make the best/loudest dinosaur noise without showing their teeth. needless to say, i wanted to strangle each and every one of their tyrannosaurus faces.
i am running for junior class secretary. this was good news, until three other people decided to run. now i am afraid i will lose by a vast margin. therefore, i have decided to wear a low cut shirt and lean forward, then ask guys to vote for me. with this system, i so far already have five votes.
this week in gym class: tennis. tennis and i have a rocky past. lets just say we have a history. i have a knack for swinging so hard that the pure velocity throws my whole body so i go flying in whatever direction that may be. it makes me look legit though. so legit that this random black guy was walking by and witnessed it and said 'you could knock somebody out with that mother f***er'. i was pleased with his approval.
you know a game i hate more than tennis? the game where people try to toss a variety of objects down your shirt. today, i was the victim. and it was orange slices. there were some good shots. and bad. regardless, i have pulp all up in everywhere.
now i am going to make italian doughnuts without a deep fryer.
Wednesday, March 31
Tuesday, March 30
female glittery belt.
continuation again.
george retrieved meg, jessie, eric and i from michaels. there was a quite hysterical convo between eric & george regarding eric's gf. oh im sorry. i mean, eric's "missus".
sometime during this car ride i acquired eric's glasses. i have established that i like how i look with glasses. especially eric's thick rimmed ones. i wore them for the rest of the day. except on occasion when eric would actually need them. psh.
the three of us arrived at meg's, much to pam's suprise. i think she was only expecting her daughter. oh well.
there was some fine dining consisting of fried rice, bite sized pizzas and pineapple mango orange juice. we fell asleep to the glorious sounds of the banter between tina fey and alec baldwin.
falling asleep with glasses on is painful and annoying. sometimes you'll wake up with the frames jammed into your cheek or eyeball or nose.
after removing the glasses i returned to my slumber because the four hours of sleep the night before was taking its toll. meg fell asleep on another chair, and eric ended up snuggling up next to me in a semi spooning position until he disocvered that when i breathe and he has his head on my tummy it sounds like a balloon inflating and deflating and inflating and deflating. so he switched sides. and removed the cushions from the couch to act as a blanket.
meg's mega cool older brother brad came home to the sight of three teenagers sleeping in his living room at 4 in the afternoon. we must have been quite a sight, cause his confused questioning to pam woke us up.
picked up carrington and back to the empire for my second consecutive night of watching full plate collection. meg & carrington's call was an hour before curtain, so eric and i needed something to occupy our time.
we tried to go to the nearby coffee shop named lift but that was closed. so we went back to the empire and asked the cop where the nearest starbucks was located. she said about six blocks.
she was wrong. it was more like twelve blocks. we insisted on finding somewhere, so we walked those 12 blocks until we got to the vcu barnes and noble. yes, we walked from the empire to vcu barnes and noble. which was closed. tropical smoothie was the next best thing.
i got jetty juice which is strawberry and super green bananas. eric got chocolate chimp which is peanut butter and chocolate. mine was way better.
we both got kids smoothies so technically they should have taken less time to blend. that is apparently not the case. it was 7:45 before we got our frozen delights. that meant we had 15mins to get back to the empire.
so a dead sprint was ensued. it was dark. and it was broad street. and it was frightening.
eric spotted a female belt on the sidewalk. i saw in his eyes the mental struggle. get the belt or dont get the belt. he ran past. then stopped suddenly, turned around, and retrieved the belt. and after all that trouble, when he saw that it had glitter he threw it on the ground again with disdain.
we arrived at the empire with 2mins to spare and no one kidnapped.
watched full plate again. equally hilarious. there was one lighting mishap, and i could feel meg freaking out in the booth. it remedied itself. then i could feel meg breathe again.
carringtons daddy drove us home. he was the one who figured out the mystery of the name of the guy who wears the trucker hats on 30rock. its frank.
meg and i stayed up eating samoas and watching true life: my boyfriend is addicted to technology, the new 16 and pregnant, and the soup. quality television.
next morning. back to empire for strike. meg and i moved heavy chairs up the stairs only to discover they belonged downstairs. i found a magnet that said 'tom mcgranahan has a posse' in the prop closet. i wanted to steal it so badly.
moved to sparc to finish unloading. it was there that wendy explained the story behind tom's posse. i am now a member. end of weekend.
for the first weekend i have had to do with as i please since grapes ended, it went pretty darn good.
george retrieved meg, jessie, eric and i from michaels. there was a quite hysterical convo between eric & george regarding eric's gf. oh im sorry. i mean, eric's "missus".
sometime during this car ride i acquired eric's glasses. i have established that i like how i look with glasses. especially eric's thick rimmed ones. i wore them for the rest of the day. except on occasion when eric would actually need them. psh.
the three of us arrived at meg's, much to pam's suprise. i think she was only expecting her daughter. oh well.
there was some fine dining consisting of fried rice, bite sized pizzas and pineapple mango orange juice. we fell asleep to the glorious sounds of the banter between tina fey and alec baldwin.
falling asleep with glasses on is painful and annoying. sometimes you'll wake up with the frames jammed into your cheek or eyeball or nose.
after removing the glasses i returned to my slumber because the four hours of sleep the night before was taking its toll. meg fell asleep on another chair, and eric ended up snuggling up next to me in a semi spooning position until he disocvered that when i breathe and he has his head on my tummy it sounds like a balloon inflating and deflating and inflating and deflating. so he switched sides. and removed the cushions from the couch to act as a blanket.
meg's mega cool older brother brad came home to the sight of three teenagers sleeping in his living room at 4 in the afternoon. we must have been quite a sight, cause his confused questioning to pam woke us up.
picked up carrington and back to the empire for my second consecutive night of watching full plate collection. meg & carrington's call was an hour before curtain, so eric and i needed something to occupy our time.
we tried to go to the nearby coffee shop named lift but that was closed. so we went back to the empire and asked the cop where the nearest starbucks was located. she said about six blocks.
she was wrong. it was more like twelve blocks. we insisted on finding somewhere, so we walked those 12 blocks until we got to the vcu barnes and noble. yes, we walked from the empire to vcu barnes and noble. which was closed. tropical smoothie was the next best thing.
i got jetty juice which is strawberry and super green bananas. eric got chocolate chimp which is peanut butter and chocolate. mine was way better.
we both got kids smoothies so technically they should have taken less time to blend. that is apparently not the case. it was 7:45 before we got our frozen delights. that meant we had 15mins to get back to the empire.
so a dead sprint was ensued. it was dark. and it was broad street. and it was frightening.
eric spotted a female belt on the sidewalk. i saw in his eyes the mental struggle. get the belt or dont get the belt. he ran past. then stopped suddenly, turned around, and retrieved the belt. and after all that trouble, when he saw that it had glitter he threw it on the ground again with disdain.
we arrived at the empire with 2mins to spare and no one kidnapped.
watched full plate again. equally hilarious. there was one lighting mishap, and i could feel meg freaking out in the booth. it remedied itself. then i could feel meg breathe again.
carringtons daddy drove us home. he was the one who figured out the mystery of the name of the guy who wears the trucker hats on 30rock. its frank.
meg and i stayed up eating samoas and watching true life: my boyfriend is addicted to technology, the new 16 and pregnant, and the soup. quality television.
next morning. back to empire for strike. meg and i moved heavy chairs up the stairs only to discover they belonged downstairs. i found a magnet that said 'tom mcgranahan has a posse' in the prop closet. i wanted to steal it so badly.
moved to sparc to finish unloading. it was there that wendy explained the story behind tom's posse. i am now a member. end of weekend.
for the first weekend i have had to do with as i please since grapes ended, it went pretty darn good.
Monday, March 29
poser rock bands.
continuation.
after jessie's many failed attempts to awaken me, i arose from my deep slumber to the sounds of meg and jessie happily chatting as if it were midday. punks.
it was 8am. four and a half hours of sleep and a long day to go.
10k time. we got dressed. then we got re-dressed because we remembered how cold it was. our final get ups were spandex, sweatpants, sports bra, long sleeve tshirt, sweatshirt and a shirt graciously donated by george that had cow spots and said 'the herd' on it. we were running for his leukemia surivor friend named ferd. so we were the herd for ferd.
i made the mistake of bringing keds to run in. well actually it wasnt a mistake per se because i have not owned an actual pair of tennis shoes since i played sports and lord knows that day has come and gone. i was given a pair of green nike shox. they now belong to me. and i love them.
got numbers. got smoothies. got raybans. got in the car.
george gave us the DL on the way there. apparently 37,000 people run this thing. impressed. we were in the UC wave. that wasnt good enough for us, so we promoted ourselves to the UA wave. muuuuch better. there we met a man in a wedding dress. photo opp. we also saw audra and met her momma.
the run began. or shall i say, the walk began. for we were in no hurry. our first mile went slowly. we meandered along broad street, taking it all in. when we arrived at the first mile marker and discovered how long that took us and did some calculations on how much we had left, we discovered that at this rate we would not finish until well after 1pm. not acceptable considereing how michael's party began at noon. oops. speed increased to a fast gander.
george is tall. therefore, his steps are large. quite the trick keeping up with him. we established a system. see the mile marker in the distance. run to it. simple enough. we gave ourselves 17 minutes per mile. perfect pace if you ask me. it also makes you look really spiffy when you sprint past the people. even though they pass you again later, still, momentary high.
there were multiple bands set up along the way. some we liked. the christian ones especially. we made a point to sing along with them. the poser rock bands? not so much. honestly. you cannot be a legit rock star if your gig is playing on monument avenue at 9oclock in the morning. you just cant.
because of our shirts, lots of people mooed at us. sometimes it sounded like they were booing us. which was disheartening. but we gave them the benefit of the doubt and just assumed they were mooing.
we had a simply marvelous time run/walking the 10k. believe it or not, sometimes it does feel good to exercise and actually do something athletic. crazy right?!
we finished the run in what i assume was record time. nobody has contacted us yet but im fairly certain that even the most experienced of runners could not have beat our perfect balance of walking and sprinting.
there was a tree in the park that was ideal for sitting in. the trouble was getting in the tree. jessie is a natural born gymnast and so she was able to boost herself up. meg and myself, however, were not born with such natural skill. after a few minutes of looking quite foolish, we had almost given up hope.
til little asian man showed up. he said one word only. 'here'. he cupped his hands and boosted meg and myself into the tree. we never saw him again. he just disappeared. mysterious. but oh so helpful.
returned to the jennisons to find keeumm chatting it up with cal. fast friends i tellz ya.
we did not have gifts for michael. this served as a problem, because we were already going to be late and didnt want to stop to buy him one and be even later. so homemade cards it was. meg pretended she had made it on his actual birthday and "fixed it" to apply to today. i tried to quote dwight schrute and go the office route, but ended up using the wrong quote. and jessie... well. lets just say jessie gets the award for best effort / worst outcome.
warmly greeted by everybody at michaels. this consisted of eric (evans & pastore), carrington, mackenzie, annie and the birthday boy himself. party was in the basement. you know its a thibodeau party if there is random junk food. there was random junk food. chicken in a biskit, oatmeal cookies, honey barbeque fritos, some outlandish kind of mountain dew, and oreos. aka lunch.
eric and i played chess. warmed my heart. we almost lost the f***ing rook. dont worry though, we located the f***ing rook. also, he forfeited to me.
there was a humorous picture of ali in the basement. but oh my goodness she is so gorgeous now.
of course we had to visit the neighborhood playground. michael and mack drove. carrington and i made the mistake of riding with michael. apparently michael with a stick shift and an open road is bad news. to say my life flashed before my eyes would be an understatement.
there were three hoodlums on the playground. naturally eric befriended them. their names were heather, cami and camden. we know them as boner, kerpatrick and rolaid. rolaid is chubby. boner and kerpatrick both wore sex bracelets. according to these 10year olds, if a bracelet breaks you have to do whatever the color of it symbolizes. i tell ya, kids these days have lost all of their innocence. boner slapped eric, i think she was grossed out because she thought eric and i were siblings and he was sexually harrassing me. then again, its not something she should be unfamiliar with. im sorry, just threw up a little.
t'arah joined us on the playground. after an hour or so of quality playground time including michael and pastore stealing eric's bowling shoes, it was decided that we should return to tibbz' house. when jumping the fence to get out of the playground, t'arah's skirt ripped. and im not talking a little bit either.
i was wise and rode back with mackenzie.
michaels bed was the next location of the party. it never fails to astound me how many people can lay on top of each other on a bed and not have anyone be crushed. miraculous, thats what that is.
there is much more i have to tell of this weekend, and of today, for some awfully entertaining things did end up happening today after all. but i shall resume again tomorrow for part three.
after jessie's many failed attempts to awaken me, i arose from my deep slumber to the sounds of meg and jessie happily chatting as if it were midday. punks.
it was 8am. four and a half hours of sleep and a long day to go.
10k time. we got dressed. then we got re-dressed because we remembered how cold it was. our final get ups were spandex, sweatpants, sports bra, long sleeve tshirt, sweatshirt and a shirt graciously donated by george that had cow spots and said 'the herd' on it. we were running for his leukemia surivor friend named ferd. so we were the herd for ferd.
i made the mistake of bringing keds to run in. well actually it wasnt a mistake per se because i have not owned an actual pair of tennis shoes since i played sports and lord knows that day has come and gone. i was given a pair of green nike shox. they now belong to me. and i love them.
got numbers. got smoothies. got raybans. got in the car.
george gave us the DL on the way there. apparently 37,000 people run this thing. impressed. we were in the UC wave. that wasnt good enough for us, so we promoted ourselves to the UA wave. muuuuch better. there we met a man in a wedding dress. photo opp. we also saw audra and met her momma.
the run began. or shall i say, the walk began. for we were in no hurry. our first mile went slowly. we meandered along broad street, taking it all in. when we arrived at the first mile marker and discovered how long that took us and did some calculations on how much we had left, we discovered that at this rate we would not finish until well after 1pm. not acceptable considereing how michael's party began at noon. oops. speed increased to a fast gander.
george is tall. therefore, his steps are large. quite the trick keeping up with him. we established a system. see the mile marker in the distance. run to it. simple enough. we gave ourselves 17 minutes per mile. perfect pace if you ask me. it also makes you look really spiffy when you sprint past the people. even though they pass you again later, still, momentary high.
there were multiple bands set up along the way. some we liked. the christian ones especially. we made a point to sing along with them. the poser rock bands? not so much. honestly. you cannot be a legit rock star if your gig is playing on monument avenue at 9oclock in the morning. you just cant.
because of our shirts, lots of people mooed at us. sometimes it sounded like they were booing us. which was disheartening. but we gave them the benefit of the doubt and just assumed they were mooing.
we had a simply marvelous time run/walking the 10k. believe it or not, sometimes it does feel good to exercise and actually do something athletic. crazy right?!
we finished the run in what i assume was record time. nobody has contacted us yet but im fairly certain that even the most experienced of runners could not have beat our perfect balance of walking and sprinting.
there was a tree in the park that was ideal for sitting in. the trouble was getting in the tree. jessie is a natural born gymnast and so she was able to boost herself up. meg and myself, however, were not born with such natural skill. after a few minutes of looking quite foolish, we had almost given up hope.
til little asian man showed up. he said one word only. 'here'. he cupped his hands and boosted meg and myself into the tree. we never saw him again. he just disappeared. mysterious. but oh so helpful.
returned to the jennisons to find keeumm chatting it up with cal. fast friends i tellz ya.
we did not have gifts for michael. this served as a problem, because we were already going to be late and didnt want to stop to buy him one and be even later. so homemade cards it was. meg pretended she had made it on his actual birthday and "fixed it" to apply to today. i tried to quote dwight schrute and go the office route, but ended up using the wrong quote. and jessie... well. lets just say jessie gets the award for best effort / worst outcome.
warmly greeted by everybody at michaels. this consisted of eric (evans & pastore), carrington, mackenzie, annie and the birthday boy himself. party was in the basement. you know its a thibodeau party if there is random junk food. there was random junk food. chicken in a biskit, oatmeal cookies, honey barbeque fritos, some outlandish kind of mountain dew, and oreos. aka lunch.
eric and i played chess. warmed my heart. we almost lost the f***ing rook. dont worry though, we located the f***ing rook. also, he forfeited to me.
there was a humorous picture of ali in the basement. but oh my goodness she is so gorgeous now.
of course we had to visit the neighborhood playground. michael and mack drove. carrington and i made the mistake of riding with michael. apparently michael with a stick shift and an open road is bad news. to say my life flashed before my eyes would be an understatement.
there were three hoodlums on the playground. naturally eric befriended them. their names were heather, cami and camden. we know them as boner, kerpatrick and rolaid. rolaid is chubby. boner and kerpatrick both wore sex bracelets. according to these 10year olds, if a bracelet breaks you have to do whatever the color of it symbolizes. i tell ya, kids these days have lost all of their innocence. boner slapped eric, i think she was grossed out because she thought eric and i were siblings and he was sexually harrassing me. then again, its not something she should be unfamiliar with. im sorry, just threw up a little.
t'arah joined us on the playground. after an hour or so of quality playground time including michael and pastore stealing eric's bowling shoes, it was decided that we should return to tibbz' house. when jumping the fence to get out of the playground, t'arah's skirt ripped. and im not talking a little bit either.
i was wise and rode back with mackenzie.
michaels bed was the next location of the party. it never fails to astound me how many people can lay on top of each other on a bed and not have anyone be crushed. miraculous, thats what that is.
there is much more i have to tell of this weekend, and of today, for some awfully entertaining things did end up happening today after all. but i shall resume again tomorrow for part three.
Sunday, March 28
no photographer.
weekend was way fun. i'd now like to detail this weekend fully. in all actuality, i will probably begin to tell the tale of this weekend in full detail and end up pretty vaguely telling what went down.
friday. packed and off to jessie's. gretchen was cheating on me with keeumm. so mapquest took me on a wild goose chase, what else is new. jelj greeted me at the door with her bright shining face that makes my insides glow.
i got the quick re-tour of her humble abode, and met her cool tall athletic sister kaki and her nice taller prince brother jay. he was almost as tall as their ceiling. almost.
we started cooking a pizza. pizza takes 19 minutes to bake. time to leave for the empire in 20 minutes. climactic situation resolved by jelj eating sushi.
then i met george. george is also tall. thank goodness for 8 year old hannah.
i admired jessie's sock arrangement. time to leave.
george and i bonded on the way to the empire. fast friends.
jenny had our tickets in hand at the door. i think they were holding for us. oops. blame the pizza. squeezed in to witness the magic that was the full plate collection. many laughs at the expense of laine satterfield. saw meg and holly timberline at intermission. i like them both.
finished full plate. got the tour of the light booth. saw the blue golf ball contraption that jessie was once intrigued by. admired the framed picture of cooper timberline on the wall. then admired the picture of tom mcgranahan on the wall. i am a fan of both of these human beings.
cal arrived to pick us up. i love cal. back to the jennisons. we made a second pizza. watched erin & tony the musical and reminisced on how bad we used to be. then questioned whether we've truly gotten any better since then.
attempted to make brownies. jessie was a tad off on the measurements. somehow there was an abundance of vegetable oil. this problem was solved by meg and i spooning it off in small quantites in order to not waste any batter. success was minor. it was an unspoken decision to not bake the brownies. but we are good people. and good people do not waste ghirardelli brownie batter. so we ate it.
1am. ideal time to jump on the trampoline. unfortunately, jessie's home alarm system did not agree. it woke up cal. and we were foiled.
relocation: jessie's room. it began with a simple request to take a picture. it turned into something much bigger than that, bigger than us.
first picture. chairs. boring. the bathrooms bright and appealing colors called to us. the jacuzzi tub seemed like the place to be. we were right.
three people. no willing photographer. problem.
eureka. we built a tower consisting of dictionaries, a tissue box and a cup. it was magnificent. camera only attempted suicide once. many works of art were created during this time. much back pain was to follow. yes, we did get creative. yes, george, we were fully clothed.
we squeezed all of the photo shoot potential out of the bathroom. but all of the potential wasnt squeezed out of us just yet.
relocation number two : the closet. mirror pic fail. but wait, all mirror pics are fails.
it was established that my eyes made me look asian. i began to massage my eyelids hoping that would help them open wider for pictures. never has, never will. luckily the self timer was on two seconds instead of ten and it was captured on film. this caused me to roll on the floor with hysterics. also captured on film.
peeking out through jessie's clothes was our next creative rendezvous. in order to do this, we had to sit on her closet shelf. it was scary. and worth it.
they dressed up like jessie's athletic brothers from duke. it was funny.
we finally decided to retire to our beds. at 3:15am. jessie muttered the words 'oh my...' as we drifted off to dreamland. what a glorious evening.
day two of my wonderful weekend to be continued tomorrow since im fairly certain nothing entertaining will happen then.
oh. and i am sixteen and a half today.
friday. packed and off to jessie's. gretchen was cheating on me with keeumm. so mapquest took me on a wild goose chase, what else is new. jelj greeted me at the door with her bright shining face that makes my insides glow.
i got the quick re-tour of her humble abode, and met her cool tall athletic sister kaki and her nice taller prince brother jay. he was almost as tall as their ceiling. almost.
we started cooking a pizza. pizza takes 19 minutes to bake. time to leave for the empire in 20 minutes. climactic situation resolved by jelj eating sushi.
then i met george. george is also tall. thank goodness for 8 year old hannah.
i admired jessie's sock arrangement. time to leave.
george and i bonded on the way to the empire. fast friends.
jenny had our tickets in hand at the door. i think they were holding for us. oops. blame the pizza. squeezed in to witness the magic that was the full plate collection. many laughs at the expense of laine satterfield. saw meg and holly timberline at intermission. i like them both.
finished full plate. got the tour of the light booth. saw the blue golf ball contraption that jessie was once intrigued by. admired the framed picture of cooper timberline on the wall. then admired the picture of tom mcgranahan on the wall. i am a fan of both of these human beings.
cal arrived to pick us up. i love cal. back to the jennisons. we made a second pizza. watched erin & tony the musical and reminisced on how bad we used to be. then questioned whether we've truly gotten any better since then.
attempted to make brownies. jessie was a tad off on the measurements. somehow there was an abundance of vegetable oil. this problem was solved by meg and i spooning it off in small quantites in order to not waste any batter. success was minor. it was an unspoken decision to not bake the brownies. but we are good people. and good people do not waste ghirardelli brownie batter. so we ate it.
1am. ideal time to jump on the trampoline. unfortunately, jessie's home alarm system did not agree. it woke up cal. and we were foiled.
relocation: jessie's room. it began with a simple request to take a picture. it turned into something much bigger than that, bigger than us.
first picture. chairs. boring. the bathrooms bright and appealing colors called to us. the jacuzzi tub seemed like the place to be. we were right.
three people. no willing photographer. problem.
eureka. we built a tower consisting of dictionaries, a tissue box and a cup. it was magnificent. camera only attempted suicide once. many works of art were created during this time. much back pain was to follow. yes, we did get creative. yes, george, we were fully clothed.
we squeezed all of the photo shoot potential out of the bathroom. but all of the potential wasnt squeezed out of us just yet.
relocation number two : the closet. mirror pic fail. but wait, all mirror pics are fails.
it was established that my eyes made me look asian. i began to massage my eyelids hoping that would help them open wider for pictures. never has, never will. luckily the self timer was on two seconds instead of ten and it was captured on film. this caused me to roll on the floor with hysterics. also captured on film.
peeking out through jessie's clothes was our next creative rendezvous. in order to do this, we had to sit on her closet shelf. it was scary. and worth it.
they dressed up like jessie's athletic brothers from duke. it was funny.
we finally decided to retire to our beds. at 3:15am. jessie muttered the words 'oh my...' as we drifted off to dreamland. what a glorious evening.
day two of my wonderful weekend to be continued tomorrow since im fairly certain nothing entertaining will happen then.
oh. and i am sixteen and a half today.
Friday, March 26
tongue.
almost missed the bus today. in the rain. it was one of those things when you walk out of school, and youre feeling pretty good. you wave to some people. pretty happy go lucky. and then you look up. and theres your bus, pulling away.
so the people you were looking pretty fly in front of now look at you with horror. because you are a crazed maniac. all other cares cast aside, you run crazed after the bus. you end up behind the bus, running frantically and screaming until the people at the back of the bus notice. then they'll watch for about 15 seconds because its sure to be one of the more entertaining things you'll see. and finally they inform the bus driver. and you meander slowly onto the bus, dripping wet and glare as the chuckles ensue.
i cant tell if i burned the roof of my mouth or my tongue. but somethings sizzling in my mouth.
empty water bottle needed in chemistry today. full water bottle in possession. problem. common sense would lead me to pour it out in the sink. i lack common sense. so i chugged the entire bottle. i could feel the bubbles in my tummy. it was entertaining. i laughed. because it tickled.
so the people you were looking pretty fly in front of now look at you with horror. because you are a crazed maniac. all other cares cast aside, you run crazed after the bus. you end up behind the bus, running frantically and screaming until the people at the back of the bus notice. then they'll watch for about 15 seconds because its sure to be one of the more entertaining things you'll see. and finally they inform the bus driver. and you meander slowly onto the bus, dripping wet and glare as the chuckles ensue.
i cant tell if i burned the roof of my mouth or my tongue. but somethings sizzling in my mouth.
empty water bottle needed in chemistry today. full water bottle in possession. problem. common sense would lead me to pour it out in the sink. i lack common sense. so i chugged the entire bottle. i could feel the bubbles in my tummy. it was entertaining. i laughed. because it tickled.
Thursday, March 25
burritos.
i have added a reaction tab to my blog. right underneath. if you like what you read, you can click "that was funny". if you think that concussion is affecting my mental stability, you can click "you suck at life". or you could comment. its probably even possible to do all of the above though i dont know why one would.
went to the chiropractor today. when i pop i sound like rice krispies.
i miss barksdale. did you know its known as barksdale only? its not THE barksdale, its ...barksdale. like youre supposed to say "happy day, i am going to barksdale to visit the bar!" instead of "happy day, i am going to THE barksdale to visit the bar!". news to me.
especially miss the smell of bdale. there were a variety of smells always reeking up the place. for example, the back stairwell for the actors always smelt like burritos. which sucked when you were late for call but in the mood for burritos. theres that internal struggle. should i continue up this stairwell and be 3 minutes late to call? or should i turn around, walk across the street to chih-pot-lay order me some texmex to go and be 23 minutes late to call? overwhelming thought process.
you know when you brush your hair a lot and it accumulates into a hairball in your brush? thats gross.
the last time i played chess was sunday. that was over 96 hours ago. i am itching to play chess. its bad. luckily eric and i will be playing in less than 40 hours. i splurged on a chess set today. it is an identical set to the one we played on at grapes. this made me shed a tear of joy.
does that giada lady from the food network have a lazy eye? i think yes.
went to the chiropractor today. when i pop i sound like rice krispies.
i miss barksdale. did you know its known as barksdale only? its not THE barksdale, its ...barksdale. like youre supposed to say "happy day, i am going to barksdale to visit the bar!" instead of "happy day, i am going to THE barksdale to visit the bar!". news to me.
especially miss the smell of bdale. there were a variety of smells always reeking up the place. for example, the back stairwell for the actors always smelt like burritos. which sucked when you were late for call but in the mood for burritos. theres that internal struggle. should i continue up this stairwell and be 3 minutes late to call? or should i turn around, walk across the street to chih-pot-lay order me some texmex to go and be 23 minutes late to call? overwhelming thought process.
you know when you brush your hair a lot and it accumulates into a hairball in your brush? thats gross.
the last time i played chess was sunday. that was over 96 hours ago. i am itching to play chess. its bad. luckily eric and i will be playing in less than 40 hours. i splurged on a chess set today. it is an identical set to the one we played on at grapes. this made me shed a tear of joy.
does that giada lady from the food network have a lazy eye? i think yes.
Wednesday, March 24
70, girls, 70
got word back from the doctor. according to my blood tests, i am dehydrated beyond belief and it is a wonder i havent passed out from exhaustion yet. i feel that this is good news. when i am a starving actress, at least i'll know i can go days without any sort of hydration.
keeumm has been force feeding me liquids. this is my third 24oz water i have drinken (jallison gilison dictionary addition) today. to quote a chorus line, i am drowning.
pa and i exchanged show tunes cds. i gave him timeless classics like avenue q, next to normal and ragtime. he gave me '70, girls, 70', 'wild party' and 'baby', which are about, respectively, elderly women who steal fur coats, a giant orgy, and couples who are struggling to get pregnant. all musicals. he gave me some legitimately good ones, but they dont have nearly as entertaining subject matter.
i am still wearing my hospital id badge.
this weekend i will be walking the 10k. either walking or scooter-ing. we shall see what is and is not allowed. regardless, when i pass the water tables, i plan on making a scene. possibly knock down the table of cups. definitely throw the empty cup with disdain. i do not plan on going unnoticed.
ruh roh. water cup #926 is sweating on the wooden table. coaster time.
keeumm has been force feeding me liquids. this is my third 24oz water i have drinken (jallison gilison dictionary addition) today. to quote a chorus line, i am drowning.
pa and i exchanged show tunes cds. i gave him timeless classics like avenue q, next to normal and ragtime. he gave me '70, girls, 70', 'wild party' and 'baby', which are about, respectively, elderly women who steal fur coats, a giant orgy, and couples who are struggling to get pregnant. all musicals. he gave me some legitimately good ones, but they dont have nearly as entertaining subject matter.
i am still wearing my hospital id badge.
this weekend i will be walking the 10k. either walking or scooter-ing. we shall see what is and is not allowed. regardless, when i pass the water tables, i plan on making a scene. possibly knock down the table of cups. definitely throw the empty cup with disdain. i do not plan on going unnoticed.
ruh roh. water cup #926 is sweating on the wooden table. coaster time.
Tuesday, March 23
jcc.
i feel like im doing a bad thing since ive already done a blog post today. but that was for yesterday. and today deserves one too.
i love the jcc because it always smells like one of two things. chlorine or food. got the best of both worlds today. smelled like chlorine when i came in and pizza when i went out.
did gypsy highlight show again. this time nobody but alex and julia were allowed to touch me. that was good news. i still did manage to injure myself though, dont worry. i spun right into a big wooden box. no head truama this time. i know, pity.
i arranged the marriage of jessie's sister hannah to scott. hurt megs feelings a little, since she was supposed to marry scott. luckily i can still marry bradley. whew.
yes i do plan to keep my hospital id bracelet on my wrist for as long as possible to act as a badge of honor, why do you ask?
its awkward when you decide to sit in the car while your parental unit goes somewhere and the person in the car across from you is also sitting in the car and he is facing you and you are in the passenger seat and he is in the drivers seat so you are literally placed right across from each other and are forced to make eye contact multiple times until somebody decides to move and its not going to be you and seems like its not going to be him either and so you just stare.
geez those sure are some fast acting sleeping pills.
i love the jcc because it always smells like one of two things. chlorine or food. got the best of both worlds today. smelled like chlorine when i came in and pizza when i went out.
did gypsy highlight show again. this time nobody but alex and julia were allowed to touch me. that was good news. i still did manage to injure myself though, dont worry. i spun right into a big wooden box. no head truama this time. i know, pity.
i arranged the marriage of jessie's sister hannah to scott. hurt megs feelings a little, since she was supposed to marry scott. luckily i can still marry bradley. whew.
yes i do plan to keep my hospital id bracelet on my wrist for as long as possible to act as a badge of honor, why do you ask?
its awkward when you decide to sit in the car while your parental unit goes somewhere and the person in the car across from you is also sitting in the car and he is facing you and you are in the passenger seat and he is in the drivers seat so you are literally placed right across from each other and are forced to make eye contact multiple times until somebody decides to move and its not going to be you and seems like its not going to be him either and so you just stare.
geez those sure are some fast acting sleeping pills.
hospital.
the plan was to do this blog post last night. but i took a muscle relaxing pill and the world started to slowly slip away after a few minutes. they should really underline DROWSY on the bottle.
so i was dancing. pushed into a pole. banged my head on the pole. flew backwards. banged my head on the floor. finished the show which involved much spinning. then almost died.
but thats not the story im here to tell. once i informed everyone of my head truama after the show they swiftly relocated me to the carnahans car. i turned into michael jackson's son blanket the whole ride to the hospital because the sun was being a bastard.
i gots all signed in and jank. this sucked even more majorly than it would have on any other day because i had JUST been to the doctor that morning for my yearly checkup. so you would think that when the nurses asked me for all my info, height, weight, etc, that i would know it. but i still didnt. screw basic information, thats what i say.
i moved to the waiting room so i could be with meg. the waiting room is not nearly as exciting as it should have been. come on now. were in the ER for goodness sakes. there were no rushing patients through on rolling beds, no blood squirting, no pregnant ladies about to pop. just two rednecks who were infuriated with their 4 hour wait and one old lady in a neck brace.
the time was passed by taking pictures. we tried to include my id bracelet, my blood pressure thingy and megs fawn necklace in each and every picture. we got a few winners. i think the other patients were annoyed at how chipper we were. all they had to do is ask and we would have included them in the picture too.
an adorably awkward nurse named george came to get me with a wheelchair. this was good news, because that is an ideal photo opp. we politely asked george if we could get a picture before i was wheeled away for my procedures, and of course he obliged. thats when i knew we would be good friends.
he steered me away, and i got a little nauseous with his fast speed. but i wasnt going to complain because it was fun anyway. he started to explain to me how the ct scan was gonna work. i stopped him immediately and informed him that i knew exactly how it worked because i watch scrubs. george and i continued to talk about scrubs and the nameless janitor until the scanning started.
there was a sign on the scanner that said do not look into the red light. because of that sign, i knew i had to look into the red light. further mental damage is yet to be discovered.
then i got xrays on my chest and neck. i had to take off my necklace. when i was putting it back on the nurse (NOT GEORGE) asked me if i was a mime. i just stared at her blankly.
nurse number two wheeled me back to meg. i never saw george again. i am still saddened by this.
a third nurse (STILL NOT GEORGE) told me that i have a minor concussion and neck spasms. and that i am crazy for finishing the show. i stared at her blankly too.
meg is cool because she stayed with me the whole time. we ate jimmie johns together. she is a special girl.
but i still didnt get to meet gay love.
so i was dancing. pushed into a pole. banged my head on the pole. flew backwards. banged my head on the floor. finished the show which involved much spinning. then almost died.
but thats not the story im here to tell. once i informed everyone of my head truama after the show they swiftly relocated me to the carnahans car. i turned into michael jackson's son blanket the whole ride to the hospital because the sun was being a bastard.
i gots all signed in and jank. this sucked even more majorly than it would have on any other day because i had JUST been to the doctor that morning for my yearly checkup. so you would think that when the nurses asked me for all my info, height, weight, etc, that i would know it. but i still didnt. screw basic information, thats what i say.
i moved to the waiting room so i could be with meg. the waiting room is not nearly as exciting as it should have been. come on now. were in the ER for goodness sakes. there were no rushing patients through on rolling beds, no blood squirting, no pregnant ladies about to pop. just two rednecks who were infuriated with their 4 hour wait and one old lady in a neck brace.
the time was passed by taking pictures. we tried to include my id bracelet, my blood pressure thingy and megs fawn necklace in each and every picture. we got a few winners. i think the other patients were annoyed at how chipper we were. all they had to do is ask and we would have included them in the picture too.
an adorably awkward nurse named george came to get me with a wheelchair. this was good news, because that is an ideal photo opp. we politely asked george if we could get a picture before i was wheeled away for my procedures, and of course he obliged. thats when i knew we would be good friends.
he steered me away, and i got a little nauseous with his fast speed. but i wasnt going to complain because it was fun anyway. he started to explain to me how the ct scan was gonna work. i stopped him immediately and informed him that i knew exactly how it worked because i watch scrubs. george and i continued to talk about scrubs and the nameless janitor until the scanning started.
there was a sign on the scanner that said do not look into the red light. because of that sign, i knew i had to look into the red light. further mental damage is yet to be discovered.
then i got xrays on my chest and neck. i had to take off my necklace. when i was putting it back on the nurse (NOT GEORGE) asked me if i was a mime. i just stared at her blankly.
nurse number two wheeled me back to meg. i never saw george again. i am still saddened by this.
a third nurse (STILL NOT GEORGE) told me that i have a minor concussion and neck spasms. and that i am crazy for finishing the show. i stared at her blankly too.
meg is cool because she stayed with me the whole time. we ate jimmie johns together. she is a special girl.
but i still didnt get to meet gay love.
Monday, March 22
california dreamin.
i dont want this to be a melancholy blog post. so i will try to avoid that.
i was surprised at just how sentimental the cast of grapes was. i thought the vcu kiddies would be too cool for something like that. i am overjoyed to announce that every single negative stereotype i have ever heard about vcu students is false. they are the best. dont let nobody tell you otherwise.
i was also surprised at the maturity of the college students when they discovered that there was free booze at the bar. well handled. they also turned down eric's incessant requests to try a sip.
oreo ice cream bar was retrieved from the bdale freezer and envied by all.
olivia, eric and i took the liberty of hanging the grapes poster on the back wall. it looks like thats where it was born to be. literally that it popped out of the poster making thingy's womb and was like i belong on that spot on the wall. our thumbprints are a nice addition. i made my thumbprints form a little heart. because thats how flumping creative i am.
eric beat me at our last chess game. it felt right. i shall miss playing chess a lot. however, eric and i have made plans to sit in the corner at michael's party for at least 15mins next saturday and play a game. for old times sake. maybe even throw in a game of cats cradle for good measure. never could figure out how to make the cradle...
i am emotionally drained. i had not felt a teensy bit sad for the enitre run up til today so it hit me with a mega blow of emotion. it comes and goes in waves. i plan to sedate myself into dreamlands that consist of california hills and lots and lots of grapes.
i was surprised at just how sentimental the cast of grapes was. i thought the vcu kiddies would be too cool for something like that. i am overjoyed to announce that every single negative stereotype i have ever heard about vcu students is false. they are the best. dont let nobody tell you otherwise.
i was also surprised at the maturity of the college students when they discovered that there was free booze at the bar. well handled. they also turned down eric's incessant requests to try a sip.
oreo ice cream bar was retrieved from the bdale freezer and envied by all.
olivia, eric and i took the liberty of hanging the grapes poster on the back wall. it looks like thats where it was born to be. literally that it popped out of the poster making thingy's womb and was like i belong on that spot on the wall. our thumbprints are a nice addition. i made my thumbprints form a little heart. because thats how flumping creative i am.
eric beat me at our last chess game. it felt right. i shall miss playing chess a lot. however, eric and i have made plans to sit in the corner at michael's party for at least 15mins next saturday and play a game. for old times sake. maybe even throw in a game of cats cradle for good measure. never could figure out how to make the cradle...
i am emotionally drained. i had not felt a teensy bit sad for the enitre run up til today so it hit me with a mega blow of emotion. it comes and goes in waves. i plan to sedate myself into dreamlands that consist of california hills and lots and lots of grapes.
Sunday, March 21
reesee eggs.
im talking to meg on the phone now. she cant find her remote. OH just found it. happy happy joy joy.
after my show choir competition today we sat on the bus waiting for our teacher lady for about 19mins. we found out that we were waiting because she was in the bathroom using a breast pump. many unanswered questions arose.
eric and i found out that once you sign in on the call board, they dont really check to make sure youre present backstage. so we left and walked to the dollar tree. easter is about two weeks away. therefore, stores like dollar tree should have an abundance of candy such as reesee eggs. dollar tree had no reesee eggs. so we decided to settle for option two, reesees. tragic story. dollar tree had no reesees either. unless you count those reesee whips. WHICH. I. DONT.
needless to say i was infuriated. i even suggested we walk to cvs across the street. after all, it was 7:17 and our call was 7:00. so we had only been MIA for 17 minutes and chances are they hadnt noticed yet. but eric wasnt wearing any shoes, and we are lazy. so we settled on a giant chocolate bunny and an oreo ice cream bar.
which i just remembered is still in the barksdale freezer. luckily, i put a sign on it that read 'property of allison gilman' so if anyone steals it theyve got a law suit on their hands.
i watched some scenes from grapes on the tv backstage that i'd never seen before and cried my eyeballs out. legit. now i kinda see why people leave feeling depressed. but only kinda.
when my hair gets wet at the river it gets curly. there is this one strand of hair that is curling right into my eye. irritating little sucker. i shall now ponder whether to pin it back or just chop it off completely.
after my show choir competition today we sat on the bus waiting for our teacher lady for about 19mins. we found out that we were waiting because she was in the bathroom using a breast pump. many unanswered questions arose.
eric and i found out that once you sign in on the call board, they dont really check to make sure youre present backstage. so we left and walked to the dollar tree. easter is about two weeks away. therefore, stores like dollar tree should have an abundance of candy such as reesee eggs. dollar tree had no reesee eggs. so we decided to settle for option two, reesees. tragic story. dollar tree had no reesees either. unless you count those reesee whips. WHICH. I. DONT.
needless to say i was infuriated. i even suggested we walk to cvs across the street. after all, it was 7:17 and our call was 7:00. so we had only been MIA for 17 minutes and chances are they hadnt noticed yet. but eric wasnt wearing any shoes, and we are lazy. so we settled on a giant chocolate bunny and an oreo ice cream bar.
which i just remembered is still in the barksdale freezer. luckily, i put a sign on it that read 'property of allison gilman' so if anyone steals it theyve got a law suit on their hands.
i watched some scenes from grapes on the tv backstage that i'd never seen before and cried my eyeballs out. legit. now i kinda see why people leave feeling depressed. but only kinda.
when my hair gets wet at the river it gets curly. there is this one strand of hair that is curling right into my eye. irritating little sucker. i shall now ponder whether to pin it back or just chop it off completely.
Friday, March 19
guido.
this post goes out to betty white. alter ego: jenny hann.
theres this song. its called blue hair. its from joe iconis rock and roll jamboree. whatever the flump that is. somehow or another, this "joe iconis" character has channelled me into a song. and that song is blue hair. i am lucky, for jenny found this song and brought it into my life. and now it will forever be stuck in my head. im performing it for jenny tomorrow. i may even throw in some lyrical movement for an added effect. we'll see.
that pixar movie cars has a tiny little forklift named guido. its italian and beyond adorable. today i saw a tiny little forklift on my way to poor farm park. i waved at it, because it reminded me of guido. in order to get to the pavilion at poor farm, i had to walk behind guido. shouldnt have been a problem. but then guido started backing up when i was walking behind it and almost plowed me into the ground. i avoided the collision, but expected an apology. there wasnt even a friendly beep from guido to apologize. bastard.
guido is a funny word. it should be spelled "gweedoh". and now the memory of guido from cars is not only marred by my experience today but also by jersey shore. because thats what the orange, steroid loving, greasey sleazeballs call themselves. its also the name of the daniel day lewis's character in nine. which sucked. majorly. now cars will never be the same.
sarah jessica parker wore a yellow bedsheet with rhinestones to the oscars.
noah joad is dumb and we hate him. all except pa. john steinbeck only knows why that is. he needs a diaper and regularly smells/eats paint. how is it then, that noah joad knew that walt disney was cryogenically frozen? mysterical. thats what that is.
and yes i am aware that mysterical is not a word. it is an addition to jallison gilison's dictionary of words that dont exist but we use on a regular basis anyways.
there is salsa on my cami. i am forced to wash it. i wonder if i slipped it in with the costumes if it could get washed at barksdale? now i am curious.
theres this song. its called blue hair. its from joe iconis rock and roll jamboree. whatever the flump that is. somehow or another, this "joe iconis" character has channelled me into a song. and that song is blue hair. i am lucky, for jenny found this song and brought it into my life. and now it will forever be stuck in my head. im performing it for jenny tomorrow. i may even throw in some lyrical movement for an added effect. we'll see.
that pixar movie cars has a tiny little forklift named guido. its italian and beyond adorable. today i saw a tiny little forklift on my way to poor farm park. i waved at it, because it reminded me of guido. in order to get to the pavilion at poor farm, i had to walk behind guido. shouldnt have been a problem. but then guido started backing up when i was walking behind it and almost plowed me into the ground. i avoided the collision, but expected an apology. there wasnt even a friendly beep from guido to apologize. bastard.
guido is a funny word. it should be spelled "gweedoh". and now the memory of guido from cars is not only marred by my experience today but also by jersey shore. because thats what the orange, steroid loving, greasey sleazeballs call themselves. its also the name of the daniel day lewis's character in nine. which sucked. majorly. now cars will never be the same.
sarah jessica parker wore a yellow bedsheet with rhinestones to the oscars.
noah joad is dumb and we hate him. all except pa. john steinbeck only knows why that is. he needs a diaper and regularly smells/eats paint. how is it then, that noah joad knew that walt disney was cryogenically frozen? mysterical. thats what that is.
and yes i am aware that mysterical is not a word. it is an addition to jallison gilison's dictionary of words that dont exist but we use on a regular basis anyways.
there is salsa on my cami. i am forced to wash it. i wonder if i slipped it in with the costumes if it could get washed at barksdale? now i am curious.
Thursday, March 18
arm wrestling.
chris brought all the girls oriental fans tonight to color on. why she didnt bring us a coloring book is beyond me, but i was pleased with the new arrivals. there is wood holding it together and everything. we grapes of wrath girls are legit.
eric and i play lots of games onstage. a fan favorite is concentration 64 with categories including but not limited to: types of mexican food, illegal drugs and drag queens. we also play cats cradle, pattycake, thumb wrestling and the occasional staring contest. we thought tomorrow we might lay on our stomachs and hold an arm wrestling match, to see just how disruptive we can be. i'll get back to you on how that goes.
our names vary depending on our character choices of the night. for example, when i am being butch, i become ruth. when eric is acting fruity, he becomes winny. tonight we established that if we are gangster, we become ruth-nay-nay and win-la-la.
i think something is wrong with me (insert mean joke here). i was hearing echoes out of my right ear that were heard by no one else. i was told that non existant echo hearing is a sign of premature schizophrenia. im not hearing them anymore, but im afraid tonight i may start seeing dead people.
im going to eat some fried rice now.
eric and i play lots of games onstage. a fan favorite is concentration 64 with categories including but not limited to: types of mexican food, illegal drugs and drag queens. we also play cats cradle, pattycake, thumb wrestling and the occasional staring contest. we thought tomorrow we might lay on our stomachs and hold an arm wrestling match, to see just how disruptive we can be. i'll get back to you on how that goes.
our names vary depending on our character choices of the night. for example, when i am being butch, i become ruth. when eric is acting fruity, he becomes winny. tonight we established that if we are gangster, we become ruth-nay-nay and win-la-la.
i think something is wrong with me (insert mean joke here). i was hearing echoes out of my right ear that were heard by no one else. i was told that non existant echo hearing is a sign of premature schizophrenia. im not hearing them anymore, but im afraid tonight i may start seeing dead people.
im going to eat some fried rice now.
Wednesday, March 17
the iron.
sometimes smart people do dumb things. thats all i have to say about that.
st. pattys day is an odd, odd day. dick needed to stop by costco to buy his weekly 64 pack of pepsi (thats an exaggeration. his weekly 32 pack of pepsi) and so i people watched for a good 30mins.
some people go all out for st. patricks day. one woman had a shamrock necklace to match her earrings. one elderly man had a leprechaun hat. one girl dressed up like a leprechaun from head to toe. she is an inspiration to me. most people just wore a hint of green somewhere in their clothing. i appreciated their effort.
and then there are the party poopers. these people seemed to have made an effort NOT to wear green. one snooty old lady was wearing a magenta dress suit. as in, both the jacket and the skirt were magenta. if you can stand going in public wearing that, you could stand wearing green on this one day of the year. i think the world could unite via everyone wearing the same color one day. but its people like this who shatter my dreams for world peace.
the little lad who collects the shopping carts from their "corrals" was my favorite of all. he was wearing a green shirt. that is all the green he wore. but the way he walked, his gander if you will, was that of a leprechaun. he skipped and pranced about as he pushed the carts back to the warehouse. i dont know for sure whether he was trying to look like a leprechaun because it was st. patricks day or if that is just how he normally walks, but either way the effect was wonderous.
donnelly wore green today. he also knocked the iron off the ironing board today. and he picked it up by the part thats metal and hot. i think he may have scalded himself pretty badly. which i would have been concerned about had the premise of what had just happened not been so humorous. i mean, andrew donnelly is an intelligent guy im sure. but picking up an iron by the metal part is something usually saved for looney tunes. im glad it happened backstage at the grapes of wrath.
when youre in a theatre and someone tries to slide in front of you to get in/out, generally the polite thing to do in order to allow them to leave with ease is to stand up. at the matinee, some lady in center section, in the middle of a row of elderly people, decided to leave during curtain call. my fbbf nick thought all of those people standing up to let her out were giving a standing ovation. but then they sat back down. bummer.
meg came and had dinner with me tonight. for some reason when the panera employee asked me my name, i shouted at her as if that was a ridiculous question to ask someone of my stature. then i apologized. and dropped my buzzer. and got a smoothie with a giant straw. and a half cooked grilled cheese.
sometimes when i laugh hard, i cry. at panera, that happened. then i started yelling 'stop it your hurting me!' towards meg to make it seem like she was either doing me some great injustice or (more obviously) harrassing me. good way to wrap up our panera trip.
i wish smart people wouldnt do dumb things.
st. pattys day is an odd, odd day. dick needed to stop by costco to buy his weekly 64 pack of pepsi (thats an exaggeration. his weekly 32 pack of pepsi) and so i people watched for a good 30mins.
some people go all out for st. patricks day. one woman had a shamrock necklace to match her earrings. one elderly man had a leprechaun hat. one girl dressed up like a leprechaun from head to toe. she is an inspiration to me. most people just wore a hint of green somewhere in their clothing. i appreciated their effort.
and then there are the party poopers. these people seemed to have made an effort NOT to wear green. one snooty old lady was wearing a magenta dress suit. as in, both the jacket and the skirt were magenta. if you can stand going in public wearing that, you could stand wearing green on this one day of the year. i think the world could unite via everyone wearing the same color one day. but its people like this who shatter my dreams for world peace.
the little lad who collects the shopping carts from their "corrals" was my favorite of all. he was wearing a green shirt. that is all the green he wore. but the way he walked, his gander if you will, was that of a leprechaun. he skipped and pranced about as he pushed the carts back to the warehouse. i dont know for sure whether he was trying to look like a leprechaun because it was st. patricks day or if that is just how he normally walks, but either way the effect was wonderous.
donnelly wore green today. he also knocked the iron off the ironing board today. and he picked it up by the part thats metal and hot. i think he may have scalded himself pretty badly. which i would have been concerned about had the premise of what had just happened not been so humorous. i mean, andrew donnelly is an intelligent guy im sure. but picking up an iron by the metal part is something usually saved for looney tunes. im glad it happened backstage at the grapes of wrath.
when youre in a theatre and someone tries to slide in front of you to get in/out, generally the polite thing to do in order to allow them to leave with ease is to stand up. at the matinee, some lady in center section, in the middle of a row of elderly people, decided to leave during curtain call. my fbbf nick thought all of those people standing up to let her out were giving a standing ovation. but then they sat back down. bummer.
meg came and had dinner with me tonight. for some reason when the panera employee asked me my name, i shouted at her as if that was a ridiculous question to ask someone of my stature. then i apologized. and dropped my buzzer. and got a smoothie with a giant straw. and a half cooked grilled cheese.
sometimes when i laugh hard, i cry. at panera, that happened. then i started yelling 'stop it your hurting me!' towards meg to make it seem like she was either doing me some great injustice or (more obviously) harrassing me. good way to wrap up our panera trip.
i wish smart people wouldnt do dumb things.
Tuesday, March 16
says the character actor.
there is a half full bottle of mountain dew with its cap off laying on its side on a rafter above the patrick henry cafeteria. impressed me a lot.
i still cant do cartwheels because of my life threatening injury to the upper thigh. at rehearsal, i usually mark it by doing some intense arm thrusting motion and making a swooshing sound effect of some sort, but today i realized that this would not fly in the actual performance, which is next monday. concerned me a little bit.
meg put it nicely. as soon as into the woods starts, that wont even matter anymore. and i will be able to die at peace. unlike my mother. who, were i to die after completing my run as little red, would not ever have her death wish completed. which is me being maria in the sound of music. sad. but i'd be at peace.
there are six more grapes performances. my heart hurts when i think about that. it feels a little better sometimes when i think about the summer. but then it gets to hurting again when i remember that its march. if waiting for the summer was to be compared to a pregnancy, we'd only be in the second trimester. and at least for rosasharn, thats when it all starts a'goin downhill.
im not a sappy person or one to rant on how shows "change me" or whatever, but grapes has. im not used to making people cry and give standing ovations who dont even know us. these random people are coming to the show just cause they heard about it and end up leaving emotionally shredded. and theyre not even biased. thats a cool, cool thing. i wish all shows i do could reach out like this... says the little character actress who 99% of the time prefers a comedic musical to all else. funny, huh?
i'll leave it at that. i couldnt be happier to be little red, and im sure when the time comes, being the comedic relief again will be welcome. but this depressing and slash or hopeful show sure has been a wild ride and im going to miss it.
i just heard mention of a ripstick in my basement. if im not mistaken, thats one of those cool little half skateboard half boomerang things. i am going to go break my leg falling off of it now.
i still cant do cartwheels because of my life threatening injury to the upper thigh. at rehearsal, i usually mark it by doing some intense arm thrusting motion and making a swooshing sound effect of some sort, but today i realized that this would not fly in the actual performance, which is next monday. concerned me a little bit.
meg put it nicely. as soon as into the woods starts, that wont even matter anymore. and i will be able to die at peace. unlike my mother. who, were i to die after completing my run as little red, would not ever have her death wish completed. which is me being maria in the sound of music. sad. but i'd be at peace.
there are six more grapes performances. my heart hurts when i think about that. it feels a little better sometimes when i think about the summer. but then it gets to hurting again when i remember that its march. if waiting for the summer was to be compared to a pregnancy, we'd only be in the second trimester. and at least for rosasharn, thats when it all starts a'goin downhill.
im not a sappy person or one to rant on how shows "change me" or whatever, but grapes has. im not used to making people cry and give standing ovations who dont even know us. these random people are coming to the show just cause they heard about it and end up leaving emotionally shredded. and theyre not even biased. thats a cool, cool thing. i wish all shows i do could reach out like this... says the little character actress who 99% of the time prefers a comedic musical to all else. funny, huh?
i'll leave it at that. i couldnt be happier to be little red, and im sure when the time comes, being the comedic relief again will be welcome. but this depressing and slash or hopeful show sure has been a wild ride and im going to miss it.
i just heard mention of a ripstick in my basement. if im not mistaken, thats one of those cool little half skateboard half boomerang things. i am going to go break my leg falling off of it now.
Monday, March 15
banana.
i realized that i have two #5 blog posts. so im just going to stop counting.
today i ate a green banana. usually i like bananas to be yellow with a greenish tint. this one was green green. it tasted like i was eating a leaf.
at vcu they dont do any actual learning, but they do play a lot of fun theatre games. they graciously passed on most of their knowledge to eric and i. i can now proudly say i have an education from vcu theatre.
our favorite bodily warm up goes by the name of 'peel banana'. its like the 'be agressive b-e agressive' chant, except you dont go into all that whole 'b-e-a-g-g-' nonsense.
it goes as such:
form banana form form banana
form banana form form banana
peel banana peel peel banana
peel banana peel peel banana
go bananas go go bananas
go bananas go go bananas
and of course there is fun choreography and multiple variations like mash potatoes, squeeze the orange, shuck the corn, drink the gatorade, tip the cow, and so on and so forth. we have also made up a few of our own like 'beat the connie' and 'kill the baby'. just some grapes of wrath humor to disturb your day.
for valentines day eric got me a shaker of chocolate 'curls'. i call them chocolate 'truffles' because truffles is a fun word to say and is generally referred to when speaking of chocolatey goodness. jai argues with me. she says that my curls are not truffles. i thought perhaps it was one of those 'a square is a rectangle but a rectangle is not always a square' scenarios, so i googled the definition of a truffle. turns out a truffle is a mushroom.
i specified my search to CHOCOLATE truffle. there is a very vague line between what is and is not a truffle. but the conclusion i have come to is, truffle = chocolate heaven. chocolate heaven = my shaker of curls. therefore, curls = truffles. simple algebra, jai.
today i ate a green banana. usually i like bananas to be yellow with a greenish tint. this one was green green. it tasted like i was eating a leaf.
at vcu they dont do any actual learning, but they do play a lot of fun theatre games. they graciously passed on most of their knowledge to eric and i. i can now proudly say i have an education from vcu theatre.
our favorite bodily warm up goes by the name of 'peel banana'. its like the 'be agressive b-e agressive' chant, except you dont go into all that whole 'b-e-a-g-g-' nonsense.
it goes as such:
form banana form form banana
form banana form form banana
peel banana peel peel banana
peel banana peel peel banana
go bananas go go bananas
go bananas go go bananas
and of course there is fun choreography and multiple variations like mash potatoes, squeeze the orange, shuck the corn, drink the gatorade, tip the cow, and so on and so forth. we have also made up a few of our own like 'beat the connie' and 'kill the baby'. just some grapes of wrath humor to disturb your day.
for valentines day eric got me a shaker of chocolate 'curls'. i call them chocolate 'truffles' because truffles is a fun word to say and is generally referred to when speaking of chocolatey goodness. jai argues with me. she says that my curls are not truffles. i thought perhaps it was one of those 'a square is a rectangle but a rectangle is not always a square' scenarios, so i googled the definition of a truffle. turns out a truffle is a mushroom.
i specified my search to CHOCOLATE truffle. there is a very vague line between what is and is not a truffle. but the conclusion i have come to is, truffle = chocolate heaven. chocolate heaven = my shaker of curls. therefore, curls = truffles. simple algebra, jai.
Sunday, March 14
arbys.
willow lawn is a happy place. so much fast food. i think god smiled on willow lawn. i craved curly fries today, and it is common knowledge that curly fries = arbys.
while i was waiting patiently in line, the people behind me were being entertaining so i eavesdropped. i heard the male figure say 'imma get me a chickfila sandwich!' and then his gf goes 'chickfila?! this heres arbys!'. then the male became very angry and left in a huff. he probably had a hissy fit when they went to chickfila and discovered that it isnt open on sundays. i wish i could have been there to watch the rest of that story unfold.
there are a lot of tears in grapes of wrath, a large percentage of which shed by eric and myself. we cry three to four times per show. this is because we are kids. and bad things happen to us. and our parents are more interested in enlightening the people they meet on the road with their wisdom than consoling their disturbed children. our granpa dies. then granma. then our sister delivers a dead baby. then she breast feeds a dying man. oh yeah... *spoiler alert*... oops.
because of all of this crying, i have developed overactive tear ducts. so now i cry when people get voted off american idol, when i see roadkill, and when watching disney channel original movies. just kidding. except the disney channel thing.
i still owe annie $8.65. darn it.
numba six. almost one week since ive had a blog. feels like a lifetime.
while i was waiting patiently in line, the people behind me were being entertaining so i eavesdropped. i heard the male figure say 'imma get me a chickfila sandwich!' and then his gf goes 'chickfila?! this heres arbys!'. then the male became very angry and left in a huff. he probably had a hissy fit when they went to chickfila and discovered that it isnt open on sundays. i wish i could have been there to watch the rest of that story unfold.
there are a lot of tears in grapes of wrath, a large percentage of which shed by eric and myself. we cry three to four times per show. this is because we are kids. and bad things happen to us. and our parents are more interested in enlightening the people they meet on the road with their wisdom than consoling their disturbed children. our granpa dies. then granma. then our sister delivers a dead baby. then she breast feeds a dying man. oh yeah... *spoiler alert*... oops.
because of all of this crying, i have developed overactive tear ducts. so now i cry when people get voted off american idol, when i see roadkill, and when watching disney channel original movies. just kidding. except the disney channel thing.
i still owe annie $8.65. darn it.
numba six. almost one week since ive had a blog. feels like a lifetime.
Saturday, March 13
freckle.
11:19 slurpee run. an eye opening experience for me, have no doubt. i dont think you ever truly know the incredible variety of people residing in richmond until you visit 7-11 after dark.
i had chosen wild cherry for my flavor. wild cherry seemed to be a little too watered down, but wild cherry is the absolute best unless pina colada is in stock. which it wasnt.
major overflow-age. napkins needed. i meander to the napkin dispenser located near the lighter display. a toothless man stood browsing the variety of lighter colors. he flashes his "smile", winks and begins a chorus of 'aint no rest for the wicked'. good guy. he ended up buying a yellow, orange, red and black lighter. and some slim jims. i ponder his possible plans for the night.
today slash tonight is spring forward. i know this because of rick the stage manager's incessant reminders all night long. keeumm, however, confused spring forward with fall back. so all of the gilman household clocks are now set for 11:17pm instead of 1:17am. this worries me.
i have a freckle impeccably placed in the center of my left wrist. so the whole "what time is it? - half past freckle" saying applies to me. only. i use this to my advantage. some say that i perhaps even take advantage of this sacred skin deformity by looking at my wrist at times when it would not even be appropriate to check my watch if i so happened to be wearing one. which i never am. for example: "gosh its raining hard! - yeah it hasnt rained this hard since *checks wrist* last summer!". but cut me some slack. when you have a freckle there, it is near impossible not to reference it. yet another sign that i am the chosen one.
this blog post is dedicated to miss eric weebles winfield allen joad evans. no hyphen.
#5.
i had chosen wild cherry for my flavor. wild cherry seemed to be a little too watered down, but wild cherry is the absolute best unless pina colada is in stock. which it wasnt.
major overflow-age. napkins needed. i meander to the napkin dispenser located near the lighter display. a toothless man stood browsing the variety of lighter colors. he flashes his "smile", winks and begins a chorus of 'aint no rest for the wicked'. good guy. he ended up buying a yellow, orange, red and black lighter. and some slim jims. i ponder his possible plans for the night.
today slash tonight is spring forward. i know this because of rick the stage manager's incessant reminders all night long. keeumm, however, confused spring forward with fall back. so all of the gilman household clocks are now set for 11:17pm instead of 1:17am. this worries me.
i have a freckle impeccably placed in the center of my left wrist. so the whole "what time is it? - half past freckle" saying applies to me. only. i use this to my advantage. some say that i perhaps even take advantage of this sacred skin deformity by looking at my wrist at times when it would not even be appropriate to check my watch if i so happened to be wearing one. which i never am. for example: "gosh its raining hard! - yeah it hasnt rained this hard since *checks wrist* last summer!". but cut me some slack. when you have a freckle there, it is near impossible not to reference it. yet another sign that i am the chosen one.
this blog post is dedicated to miss eric weebles winfield allen joad evans. no hyphen.
#5.
Friday, March 12
chess.
last night i told eric that people from switzerland were swedish. people from sweden are swedish.
eric and i play chess. a lot. if you were to come backstage at any point in the show where ruthie and winfield were not onstage, we are playing chess.
we are equally annoying players, which is good news. eric likes to sing when he makes some BA move. "isnt it a lovely night....?" is his favorite, probably because he knows how it makes my spine tingle with disdain.
i like to talk to the chess pieces when i take them. i am also very ADD when i play chess. this is because there is no green room that is not segregated by gender, so we set up the playing field in the middle of the hallway. and the hallway is an entertaining place.
i also have a counsel. this is because i learnt to play chess about a month ago, and eric is a seasoned player. when one of my older brothers walks by, they will aid me in the kicking of eric's butt. which i have done. 5 times. out of 17 games. i am quite pleased with these odds.
eric has one counsel member. her name is olivia. she may or may not actually be good at chess. but her advice to eric is this. when allison looks away, steal her pieces.
andrew donnelly is the one who watches the game and goes 'ohhhh. shouldnt'a done that'. which is exceedingly helpful after eric takes my piece. thanks donnelly. in all actuality, he's probably the best counsel-member, because he makes eric the most furious when he tells me what to do.
when joe plays with me, the game automatically becomes r rated. erics pieces turn into little f***ers. and ya gotta show the little f***ers who's boss. pieces are slashed off the board left and right. i usually lose when i play with this mindset, but its a lot more fufilling that way.
matt provided the chess board and drew me up a cheat sheet when i was learning to play. so he's the winner.
and nick, my fbbf (face book best friend) makes grunting noises while i still have my hand on the piece. if its a grunt with an upward inflection, im doing something right.
chess is fun. and nerdy. which is irrelevant. because its fun.
blog post numba five.
eric and i play chess. a lot. if you were to come backstage at any point in the show where ruthie and winfield were not onstage, we are playing chess.
we are equally annoying players, which is good news. eric likes to sing when he makes some BA move. "isnt it a lovely night....?" is his favorite, probably because he knows how it makes my spine tingle with disdain.
i like to talk to the chess pieces when i take them. i am also very ADD when i play chess. this is because there is no green room that is not segregated by gender, so we set up the playing field in the middle of the hallway. and the hallway is an entertaining place.
i also have a counsel. this is because i learnt to play chess about a month ago, and eric is a seasoned player. when one of my older brothers walks by, they will aid me in the kicking of eric's butt. which i have done. 5 times. out of 17 games. i am quite pleased with these odds.
eric has one counsel member. her name is olivia. she may or may not actually be good at chess. but her advice to eric is this. when allison looks away, steal her pieces.
andrew donnelly is the one who watches the game and goes 'ohhhh. shouldnt'a done that'. which is exceedingly helpful after eric takes my piece. thanks donnelly. in all actuality, he's probably the best counsel-member, because he makes eric the most furious when he tells me what to do.
when joe plays with me, the game automatically becomes r rated. erics pieces turn into little f***ers. and ya gotta show the little f***ers who's boss. pieces are slashed off the board left and right. i usually lose when i play with this mindset, but its a lot more fufilling that way.
matt provided the chess board and drew me up a cheat sheet when i was learning to play. so he's the winner.
and nick, my fbbf (face book best friend) makes grunting noises while i still have my hand on the piece. if its a grunt with an upward inflection, im doing something right.
chess is fun. and nerdy. which is irrelevant. because its fun.
blog post numba five.
Thursday, March 11
stairs.
i have the ability to fall asleep anywhere. while i treasure this at times when napping is appropriate, it must be taken into consideration that napping is not always appropriate. example. i once fell asleep while vacuuming the car with the vacuum still running in my hand. skill, my friends.
the floor of my father's office seemed appealing today. until his secretary stepped on me on her way to the copying machine. i realize that i am a little person, but i feel as though you might notice a breathing lump on the ground if you were to encounter it. i expect a bruise.
something ive noticed about backstage at the barksdale. there are a lot of levels. annoying single stairs left and right. occasionally there will be two or three stairs in a row, but only if youre lucky.
you can learn a lot from tina fey. in the valentines day episode, she speaks of the sensation you recieve when you think there is another stair and you step forward expecting that next stair, and that stair, well, it isnt there. i watched this yesterday. specifically remember saying to myself, 'hm. never had that feeling.'
til today. apparently the upstage right vohm only has three steps. its funny how much fake velocity you receive when youre mentally ready to drop down another level. a lot of fake velocity. its also startling as the dickens for everyone involved, as you are seemingly performing a simple task such as walking down the stairs, and it turns so futile. long-story-thats-actually-not-so-long-im-just-dragging-it-out short, i fell. collapsed into a heaping mound. laughed at my own stupidity. and moved on.
two high school girls confronted me after the show today. i say confronted for dramatic effect, because really they were not being threatening towards me in any way. they wanted to know my age. 16, i say. collective gasp from the girls. i add that my little brother is 15. they misunderstand and think i mean that eric is really my little brother. i go with it, and explain in great detail how we are adopted, homeschooled and best friends. they comment that they knew we looked like we could be related. funny how that is. they leave. and i am fufilled, for i am becoming such a good liar.
fourth blog post.
the floor of my father's office seemed appealing today. until his secretary stepped on me on her way to the copying machine. i realize that i am a little person, but i feel as though you might notice a breathing lump on the ground if you were to encounter it. i expect a bruise.
something ive noticed about backstage at the barksdale. there are a lot of levels. annoying single stairs left and right. occasionally there will be two or three stairs in a row, but only if youre lucky.
you can learn a lot from tina fey. in the valentines day episode, she speaks of the sensation you recieve when you think there is another stair and you step forward expecting that next stair, and that stair, well, it isnt there. i watched this yesterday. specifically remember saying to myself, 'hm. never had that feeling.'
til today. apparently the upstage right vohm only has three steps. its funny how much fake velocity you receive when youre mentally ready to drop down another level. a lot of fake velocity. its also startling as the dickens for everyone involved, as you are seemingly performing a simple task such as walking down the stairs, and it turns so futile. long-story-thats-actually-not-so-long-im-just-dragging-it-out short, i fell. collapsed into a heaping mound. laughed at my own stupidity. and moved on.
two high school girls confronted me after the show today. i say confronted for dramatic effect, because really they were not being threatening towards me in any way. they wanted to know my age. 16, i say. collective gasp from the girls. i add that my little brother is 15. they misunderstand and think i mean that eric is really my little brother. i go with it, and explain in great detail how we are adopted, homeschooled and best friends. they comment that they knew we looked like we could be related. funny how that is. they leave. and i am fufilled, for i am becoming such a good liar.
fourth blog post.
Wednesday, March 10
leprechauns
i like grapes. angry, wrathful ones. it is a common misconception that fruits and vegetables do not have feelings. these people are horribly mistaken.
there was an enormous three-layer leprechaun cake backstage today. confusion ensues. is it st. patricks day? is st patricks day actually the 17th? is today actually the 17th? am i wearing green? turns out somebody merely made a cake and had an excess of green icing. im not one to complain.
that deliciousness provided a mediocre sugar buzz. good thing. cause ten in the morning, immature high schoolers and a breast feeding / baby birth scene turns out not to be a pleasant combo. i must admit, however, that seeing some of the "jock" figures watch with horror as rosasharn had contractions 6ft in front of them was nothing short of hysterical. dont have sex, kids.
i must have perfect timing. how else could it be that the exact milisecond i walk out of the stage door is the same milisecond those very schoolchildren were loading their bus? the irony was overwhelming. i considered my options.
1. turn around and run back in the stage door, looking quite the fool.
2. pop on my sunglasses and rush hurriedly through the crowd, incognito.
or 3. seize the day. carpe diem, as we say in latin.
of course, i seized the day.
i smiled. i waved. i would have even been willing to sign autographs if the situation had presented itself.
it didnt.
i did all of that in good fun, because i knew i would probably never see these hoodlums again, and if i did, they would most certainly not remember me.
back to my perfect timing claim. the kids in the school bus happened to be travelling the same direction as i. we ended up side by side at a stoplight. or two. or five. and i was wrong. they did remember me.
not only did they remember me, but they were intent on contacting me again. these hooligans were leaning out of the bus windows, flailing their arms like a mentally unstable duck, and screaming bloody murder trying to obtain my attention, which i was not willingly giving. my poor mother was the recipient of all of this, for she rode in the passenger seat.
it shook her up a tad. weak heart. but i learned a lesson today. dont pretend youre famous unless youre SURE you'll never see those people again. SURE.
three blog posts. im beginning to like this.
there was an enormous three-layer leprechaun cake backstage today. confusion ensues. is it st. patricks day? is st patricks day actually the 17th? is today actually the 17th? am i wearing green? turns out somebody merely made a cake and had an excess of green icing. im not one to complain.
that deliciousness provided a mediocre sugar buzz. good thing. cause ten in the morning, immature high schoolers and a breast feeding / baby birth scene turns out not to be a pleasant combo. i must admit, however, that seeing some of the "jock" figures watch with horror as rosasharn had contractions 6ft in front of them was nothing short of hysterical. dont have sex, kids.
i must have perfect timing. how else could it be that the exact milisecond i walk out of the stage door is the same milisecond those very schoolchildren were loading their bus? the irony was overwhelming. i considered my options.
1. turn around and run back in the stage door, looking quite the fool.
2. pop on my sunglasses and rush hurriedly through the crowd, incognito.
or 3. seize the day. carpe diem, as we say in latin.
of course, i seized the day.
i smiled. i waved. i would have even been willing to sign autographs if the situation had presented itself.
it didnt.
i did all of that in good fun, because i knew i would probably never see these hoodlums again, and if i did, they would most certainly not remember me.
back to my perfect timing claim. the kids in the school bus happened to be travelling the same direction as i. we ended up side by side at a stoplight. or two. or five. and i was wrong. they did remember me.
not only did they remember me, but they were intent on contacting me again. these hooligans were leaning out of the bus windows, flailing their arms like a mentally unstable duck, and screaming bloody murder trying to obtain my attention, which i was not willingly giving. my poor mother was the recipient of all of this, for she rode in the passenger seat.
it shook her up a tad. weak heart. but i learned a lesson today. dont pretend youre famous unless youre SURE you'll never see those people again. SURE.
three blog posts. im beginning to like this.
Tuesday, March 9
oh i found it.
my goal is to put a new post on here everyday. will this actually happen? i ponder. i do a lot of things everyday. i check facebook everyday. i get dressed everyday. i brush my teeth everyday. if i were to stop doing some of these things, i realize that i certainly would have time to post on here everyday. so when you read these "daily" posts, try not to think of my personal hygiene. hygeine? i before e except after c.
i went to soda today. when i say soda, i am not referring to the refreshing carbonated beverage, although sometimes i wish i were. did you know in the south they call it soda, in the midwest they call it soda pop, and in the north they just call it pop? or at least some boy told me that. i choose to believe him. gullible is also written on the ceiling.
back to soda. in a nutshell, high schoolers teaching elementary kiddies how to not end up being a complete and total screw up. soda is an acronym. dont ask me what the letters stand for. couldnt tell ya. we did a drinking lesson today. i learned that one little girl's father drinks so much he passes out on the couch each night. did you know in the south they call it a couch and in the north they call it a sofa? the same boy told me that.
im upset because on my first post i missed the part where you put a title on it. but i found it for this one. redemption.
now i have something stuck in my teeth, and honestly, its annoying me so much that i can barely function. i will probably shut down any moment now. so im going to go get some flavored dental floss and get down to business.
i'd say a respectable second post on my blog. ha. my blog. funny sound.
i went to soda today. when i say soda, i am not referring to the refreshing carbonated beverage, although sometimes i wish i were. did you know in the south they call it soda, in the midwest they call it soda pop, and in the north they just call it pop? or at least some boy told me that. i choose to believe him. gullible is also written on the ceiling.
back to soda. in a nutshell, high schoolers teaching elementary kiddies how to not end up being a complete and total screw up. soda is an acronym. dont ask me what the letters stand for. couldnt tell ya. we did a drinking lesson today. i learned that one little girl's father drinks so much he passes out on the couch each night. did you know in the south they call it a couch and in the north they call it a sofa? the same boy told me that.
im upset because on my first post i missed the part where you put a title on it. but i found it for this one. redemption.
now i have something stuck in my teeth, and honestly, its annoying me so much that i can barely function. i will probably shut down any moment now. so im going to go get some flavored dental floss and get down to business.
i'd say a respectable second post on my blog. ha. my blog. funny sound.
Monday, March 8
i returned to title this.
well hello. at this very moment im feeling a wee bit overwhelmed, as i did not in fact intend on creating a blog for myself. i was merely attempting to create a 'blogger dashboard'. what a humbling product from my ignorance. i guess since ive already began to pour out my heart on the world wide web, i might as well keep this. could be fun, eh? still in the olympic mindset clearly... channeling my inner canadian.
considering how i didnt even mean to have this blog in the first place, i really have no idea what kind of posts will show up on here. or how often they will show up. or even what i'll eat for breakfast tomorrow morning. accidentally making this blog is really turning out to be a liberating experience for me...
now im taking some time to re-evaluate my life. sometimes when i do things such as evaluating or thinking i scrunch my nose up really tight. so right now im scrunching my nose up really tight. i just realized when i scrunch my nose up really tight i get little wrinkles between my eyes. im not going to be doing that anymore. and no. that doesnt mean i am not going to be thinking anymore.
i think this is a decent enough first post on my blog. ha. i have a blog.
considering how i didnt even mean to have this blog in the first place, i really have no idea what kind of posts will show up on here. or how often they will show up. or even what i'll eat for breakfast tomorrow morning. accidentally making this blog is really turning out to be a liberating experience for me...
now im taking some time to re-evaluate my life. sometimes when i do things such as evaluating or thinking i scrunch my nose up really tight. so right now im scrunching my nose up really tight. i just realized when i scrunch my nose up really tight i get little wrinkles between my eyes. im not going to be doing that anymore. and no. that doesnt mean i am not going to be thinking anymore.
i think this is a decent enough first post on my blog. ha. i have a blog.
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