Day After Thanksgiving Christmas Shopping IS all it's cracked up to be.

So this Thanksgiving was actaully quite relaxing. It was nice and quiet but still very family oriented, which is something I look foward to about this time of year. 

I also went to my second ever Thanksgiving football game. Leominster lost again, for the fourth consecutive year in a row. That right there is a consistant tradition. Fitchburg deserved to win, anyway. They had an 8 foot pimp dressed in white fleece on their side. I mean, come on. Talk about your angels in the end zone.

Today I went Extreme Shopping with Lizzy and my mother. By extreme I mean wake up at 4:30 and head to Wrentham Outlets for 6:00 door buster sales. Throw in some crazed sale hunters, frigid rain and 3/4 of the Chinese population and you've got yourself a downright obstacle course. Asians in the face of bargains turn vicious, let me tell you. They were snatching up Burberry raincoats like they were going out of style. 

After Wrentham we went to Copley Place, where the lovely employees do their best to keep shoppers from fainting by standing outside their stores handing out complimentary bottles of J.Jill water and FCUK candycanes. 

But it was totally worth it, because there is nothing I love more than Christmas shopping. All I need now is some sugar cookies and snow and I'll be a happy girl.

Once upon a time...

Yay.

I can't believe Thanksgiving is next week. This year is flying, and it freaks me out.

The icing on the cake that was today had to be watching Mel Gibson at his finest in Hamlet. And I thought I'd never appreciate Shakespeare.

I appreciate lots of things I never thought I'd be able to appreciate.

Attack!

Boston Globe auditions today...did a lot of screeching, which was fun. I love to screech.

One can only hope for the best and trust that what's meant to be will be.

I get to be an answering machine message in Mr. Lew's QED show. How cool is that? I was excited, my "character"'s name is Nora Bell, and she's smart. I recorded it today, and that will be the LAST time I ever say "I'm in your Intro to Physics class". Because I despise Physics.

Just disregard this journal entry. I'm one of those odd people who get butterflies AFTER the audition's already OVER. So I'm now channeling my energy into typing. Not college essays, mind you, but a Livejournal. Ah, go figure.

Guess what I'M doing tomorrow afternoon. I get to go to the movies before the price gets jacked up to 7.50 at 6:00 to watch the PREMIERE of the Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban trailer when it's shown on the Looney Tunes Movie. Completely worth my $4.75. The Looney Tunes Movie, however is not. I think the producers KNEW that their movie would fail the INSTANT that they cast Dharma in it, so they figured they'd ask to be the first to show the 'Arry Po'er trailer JUST to drag obsessed schlups like myself, Samm, and Anna in, so that their film wouldn't be a complete failure. Maybe it'll be number one for the weekend...that'd be funny.

Okay waayyy too much on the Looney Tunes/ Harry Potter plan...

I need to go, before I start rambling some more.

Eat the ice cream.

C'est la vie.

I have such a B*Witching title...I don't know where it came from, because I haven't heard that song in about 30 years. From what I remember though, it'll probably be one of those compulsively annoying songs that we in Drama find wonderful.

Field trip yesterday, buckets of fun. We went to the New England Theatre Conference in Rhode Island and got to compete in various contests. I participated in the Dance Decathalon with Megan and Levasseur, and the Five Minute Play Dash with the previously mentioned, Kenny, David Prescott, Scott, and Leeann. For this event, our group was the ONLY group to have brought the 10 allotted props from school. And were they ever colorful. We had:
-A portrait of the Last Supper which was found in some dust-forsaken cabinet in E-Wing and has been hanging in the Dressing Room.
-The noose from Ten Little Indians.
-The roses from Anything Goes.
-A random plastic feathered owl with a baby moniter in it...no idea what that was, or how it found us.
-The bear rug from Ten Little Indians

Among other, less impressing props that we just used because they fit our story, such as Kenny's lunch.

Our play didn't win, but it was great. Maybe I'll tell you about it, if you ask, it's just one of those things you need to hear and see in person.

Natale won, of course, a Bronze plaque in singing. So wonderful. Words cannot describe. And Ricky "The Light Guy" Combs represented big time and took home the Gold for the Speed Lighting competition. That was awesome.

And then we went to Wendy's and Galactic Bowling, which was a new experience that I can't wait to do again, because there's something about glow-in-the-dark bowling balls AND shoes paired with lasers ans strobe lights and 80's music that makes a place super special. Even though I stink royally at bowling.

I wish I weren't babysitting today, because my mom and sister are going into Boston with my aunt and uncle and cousin. It's a perfect city day, too bad I'll be wasting it watching movies and coloring and playing stupid dek hockey. Oh well.

Samm's Musical Out of the Blue Extravaganza is coming out famously. I have one question though, to ask the general public:

To have people talking in it...or NOT to have people talking in it?

Let the cuticle chewing begin.

Since I was sitting here, not writing a Psycho essay and waiting for my frozen beef stew to clunk out of its tupperware and into a pot so that I can heat it up and eat it, I thought, why not update?

So here I am.

Every time I eat beef stew I think of Meaghan Garrahan. And Tuesday jazz class. And across-the-floor-stopping-mad-dashes-into Kidzworld. Oh man, some things I'll never forget: Mansuits, Turret's-Shelby, and ice cream/ D'Angelo/ Venient breaks.

About a year ago, I was wearing that beautiful carpet bag of a mansuit and dancing like a fool. Those were the days.

I want Ten Little Indians back.

I'm starting to get stressed over Boston Globe now...I wish I could just audtion and get it over with, because that's the part I hate, and right now all I want is to be IN that play. I want to have stuff to do after school again, besides homework, but who does that anyway?

Pashaw. I really believe that everything happens for a reason, so this, like other things, is a matter of whatever happens happens. All I can do is cross my fingers.

My dog is real dumb. It's freezing and raining, and he's banging on the door to come in, so I open it, but when this happens, he runs away and makes me stand in the door, letting the cold air and wetness in, for about 5 minutes while he stares at me and ponders coming in or not. So I close the door, only to have the whole process be repeated. Some sort of canine ding-dong ditch. Come on, Milo, let's think: Sit in the rain...or come into a nice warm house...apparantly the Golden Retriever mentality is sit in the rain with a pathetic look on your face.

Someone's charming. And that's all I have to say before I finish this entry with a nice SURVEY...

A-Act your age: Usually...I don't take myself too seriously though, thank God.

B-Best Friend: You all know who you are. Yes, YOU.

C-Chore you hate: Vacuuming. I really really hate vacuuming.

D-Dad's name: Mark

E-Essential daily item: Eccinacea to prevent any type of illness...you scoff, but it's working!

F-Favorite actress/actor: Audrey Hepburn, Mel Gibson

G-Gold or silver: Silver

H-Hometown: Leominster, Massachusetts

I-Instrument you play: The lovely VIOLIN (Crucible anyone?)

J-Job Title: Student and Regular Childcare Provider (That's what I put on my college apps)

K-Kids: They can be cute, some more than others

L-Living arrangements: My house with my parents and my brother and my sister

M-Mom's name: Michelle

N-Number of pets: Milo the Georgian Golden Retriever who plays idiodic mind games and Zoe the vicious calico with murder in her eyes.

O-Overnight hospital stays: Zero

P-Phobia: Insects, snakes, spiders

Q-Quote: "Two things stand like stone, kindness in another's trouble, courage in your own."-Princess Diana

R-Religious affiliation: Catholic

S-Siblings: Ian, 15, and Adrienne, 11

T-Time you wake up: Alarm goes off at 6:00, but I don't roll out of bed until Mike Wankam of the WB 56 tells me the weather for Kiss 108. So usually between 6:09-6:11

U-Unique habit: I can scream really loud and do random things in front of people without getting humiliated...that's probably just a lack of certain nececarry inhibitions

V-Vegetables you refuse to eat: Brussels Sprouts...I've actually never had them, but since my dad despises them, they've never been cooked in my house...so maybe it's not so much a refusal as it is a lack of option

W-Worst habit: I chew my thumbs and can sometimes be boisterous...I also hate to admit it, but I just dont' care about things sometimes

X-X-rays you have had: Six billion. I had braces. My parents are dentally-employed. They do it for fun sometimes, I swear.

Y-Yummy food you make: Oh, banana chocolate chip pancakes, cinnamon/apple/cream chees tortilla roll ups, fondant cakes, cupcakes, bruschetta...basically all Samm and I did all summer was concoct.

Z-Zodiac sign: Aquarius.

All good things.

I hate the day after the last show. You don't know withdrawal until you spend a good quarter of your year working on something to have it be over in a matter of 4 nights.

But now I can give away the ending. Natale was the killer. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Seriously though, last night was without a doubt a great way to end it. The first night was spectacular, and so was the last. We have the audiences to thank for that, you guys made all the difference in the world. I've said it once and I'll say it a million billion more times: I am so So SO grateful to have had the chance to be Vera. Truly, it was one of the best experiences of my life!

And now it's over, and I would like to say that my little ceramic indian has officially survived her 1/3 chance of being smashed into smithereens. She's on a survivor.

But hey, we have a field trip on Friday...and Boston Globe auditions in a week. Here we go again, the beginning is a very good place to start.

How perfectly lovely.