my mom made me stay home today to catch up on sleep. which i did. quite well, i might add.
rehearsals are driving me crazy. classes are driving me crazy. i'm going to explode. if i can just get through tomorrow, it'll be okay.

The Ergolytes
at TheatreWorks
2085 Monroe in Overton Square
May 7, 8, 9, 14, 15 -- 8pm
May 16 -- 3pm
…a theatrical exploration into the ascent of technology, the loss of our humanness, and the impending consequences.

BAD DAY.

except for a couple fleeting happy moments. but yeah. today is the suck.
i want to thank all the people who've kept my life interesting this last week –– william, brett, brandon, cast of ergolytes - you have been my breath of fresh air. thanks also to all the usuals who keep me in check. and no thanks to you bastards who've put me in a terrible mood! fuck this! i'm sick of being angry and tired.

plug this bitch

i feel like i have a lot to say about the past few days but very little time to do so. i don't think i'll be posting much at all in the near future either because it's Week Of Doom –– tech week for ergolytes, and AP exams week. i know i've mentioned in 30 times but i'm just reminding you. also i'm bitching. that (and DOY turning 3 years old) is why i'm about to go have a triple chocolate vanilla coke float. oh jesus. *orgasm*

ahhhhhh i hate ap exams. man oh man.

although most of today was hellish, it took a surprising turn and now i'm in a lovely mood! too bad i have to squash it with pounds of homework.

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what exactly are thick cut sea salted natural lays'. they don't say "chips" anywhere on the package, anyway. they just have pictures of potatoes. so here's hoping.
today is simultaneously bad and good, so i can't make my mind up about it. this irritates me.
i have a rehearsal at 5, so i should be running lines with morgan right now but i am the suck, and here i be. we have our girls' sleepover on friday night after rehearsal, and it's really surprising that i'm looking forward to it as much i am, i think. i guess it's not weird that i should want to do something new every once and a while, but i didn't expect to be excited, exactly, about not hanging out with my good friends. i think i really need a change of pace though. and i'm doing pretty good with it. last night was quite nice, and i mean to talk about that when i get a chance but for now i'm going to eat sea salt and mope.
someone remind me to study at some point in the next couple weeks.

today started off very nicely.

i slept late, and managed to get ready for school in five minutes. robin and i went around recycling and i even had time to study some history very quickly because of an extended homeroom. then i had to take the end of course history test, which was incredibly easy. although we missed two whole periods, the actual test took maybe an hour. i was sitting at table with brock, margaret, and william, which was really nice because we got to talk and doodle and make merry. i always forget how much i like william since i only see him very rarely. i want to hang out with that kid some time soon. anyway, after that i had study hall with allison, where i attempted to translate some latin. in latin, miranda, jenny, and i worked on a good luck card for someone about to take the AP latin test. at lunch, i was in a really good mood except for being really restless. i'd thought we would all come over here after school to watch the battle of the bands footage today, but katherine was absent. so i figured we could at least hang out, but brock had something to do after school anyway. hopes falling, i continued to history where we had a miraculously boring lecture and i recieved a deficiency. my day got steadily worse when i was late for 7th period, i realized i had only done half of my math homework (and i was even more annoyed that i would've had time to do it in study hall, if i had remembered), and we were informed that our next test will be may 7 –– opening night of ergolytes as well as the AP U.S. history exam. i dropped into a pretty bad state for the rest of class thinking about all the shit i have to do, and how bad i am at getting it done. after school, alice dragged me to the international fair thingie where we tried to eat some food, but mostly it was gone before we could get to it. although i did have some nice things, and the whole thing put me into a much better mood. we ran into brett, who was was stealing his own nutella from the french booth, which we, of course, stole. sorry for eating half of that stuff, brett. but it was damn good. once in the car, dad dashed all my dreams of seeing anyone later today by reminding me of our 6-9pm rehearsal. funny because i'd also finally decided to catch up on all my shit today... great great great. i want to die. i need more nutella.

anybody know what i was supposed to do on the math homework?

accidental four-hour naps can suck it. fuck.

i just hung up from an hour and 20 minute long phone call with brandon, and i have done no homework. god damn it all. why do i keep doing this?

i have so much shit to do today. sorry i haven't had any real posts this weekend. maybe tomorrow? school and rehearsals have been driving me nuts.

listening to: the simpsons theme song

she is real okay: ho ho ho
Lordpook1: shut up santa clause

best link ever thanks to alice!

listening to: christopher walken on SNL - more cowbell

white cheddar popcorn! oh my god!!

hope all of you will be at battle of the bands. wooooo.

happy earth day, everyone.

i am irritated because last night's post had more written on it at some point, about my day and all. i swear to god. grrrrr.
aside from fucking up three tests, today was chaotic because last night billy backed out of drumming for the battle of the bands, and we spent all day trying to find a new drummer. also, alice wasn't at school because she's sick -- dizzy, feverish, and sore-throated from a terrible cold.
i will skip to the end, and tell you that sean lisner agreed to drum for us tomorrow night, and we had an interesting practice in which he came to my house, along with katherine, alice, and laylee, and we did what we could. alice couldn't really sing so i had to do her parts, and i really hope she's feeling better tomorrow because i think i'll die if i had to do them on stage. i'm bad enough with the handclaps and "do-do-do"s. morgan and laylee worked on the groupie shirts, which are actually just pieces of pillowcase with nice writing that we are going to pin to the clothing of our supporters. please everybody come, wear one, and dance.
after everybody else went home, laylee stayed at my house for a while. i haven't seen that girl in forever, it feels like! we hung out on saturday, but i suck. and it's always different to be with someone outside of a group. at any rate, we cuddled like mad dogs. that's a bad analogy, but fuck it. because oh my. she makes me so happy and comfortable. there is nobody on the planet like laylee. after she went home, brandon called three times. what a boy! with a brilliant laugh and much to say. this is love.

HAHahahahahahhaahhahaha

BOBB! .....or.....
BATTLE OF THE BANDS, BITCH!
white station high school auditorium
7:30pm -- 6 bands
for the price of 3 canned goods
sponsored by the pro bono club
and chucks's checkered ass
i'm really just promoting scandaliz vandalistz because they/we are obviously going to win. please come support!!!! we need dancers.

listening to: throwing muses - pretty or not

today was up and down.

i'm really mad at mr. munter for making fun of scandaliz vandalistz and saying we were a joke band. that was really pointless. asshole. at least give constructive criticism. he didn't HAVE to let us in the battle of the bands, but he did, and now he's whining. get the fuck over it. so we (katherine and alice) had a band practice from 4:30 to 6:30 so that we feel better about the music and all. i'm still not sure what my purpose is for being on the stage. i hope we get time to practice with billy soon.
after school (before practice) margaret, brock, and i stayed to read history essays. exhilirating. i'm so sure. brock read my essay, and when we left, he punched me and said i was never allowed to say that i'm a bad history student again. the punch hurt, too. maybe i need to start eating. we went to wendy's to get a frosty, but brock had to go home after that. margaret came over to lie in the bed, and we just got to talk and listen to music for a little, which was very nice. she went home a little after alice and katherine got here. the practice went pretty well. we played "yr 2 kewl" over and over, and "cinnamon" a few times before we drove away to the honors society inductions buisness thingie. and that shit was horrible. when we got there, i felt dressed really wrong and out of place in with my indie kid/feminist shit. no comment on that. depression ensues, etc. the usual. but once my name got called, and i was walking up the aisle thing, that awful bronzer faux-black girl was reading my blurby thing and it made me laugh, because the thing i wrote was very silly. after that it was all gravy train, except for that we were squished onto the stage like sardines. not a good idea when we've got our damn symbolic candles lit up all over the place. i was afraid i was going to light somebody's hair on fire, but it only resulted in me dripping wax all over my fingers. and then i got a piece of cake.
brandon called me expecting to find a lonely voicemail box awaiting, so he was surprised when i picked up around 10. i really liked talking to him tonight, even if it only was for about 40 minutes. i think we both needed it today. i planned to talk about all of the everything yesterday, but... it's late.

listening to: prance - exotic city

"Dear she is real okay,
i was treated with great hasteation concerning the explaination of a most inexplicable phrase. seeing as how i check for blog updates often enough to be called 'obsessive' or 'a stalker', i expect better treatment. please break alanna's shoulder blades with a golf club so that she can never ice skate in the olympics tommorrow. also, steal some money from her and send it to Brett Hanover, PO box 1, Jamestown, VA. also hire a squad of disgusting but morbidly sexy goons to lick her hair thouroughly, which will provide momentary sexual pleasure but will lead to rather uncomfortable matting. replace her hair conditioner with an air conditioner, watching carefully for any rhymes or puns which might be derived. then get her to explain what groping for luna is. with much electrons, brett"

"whatcha call it when you look at the sky in a poetic kinda way? you know, when you grope for luna?" -- frank black of the pixies, "subbacultcha"