dinosaur noises.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.