Today was a fantasmic day.
Started off early, yet giddy, the giddiness transfromed into nervousness, the nervousness into relief, the relief into sheer joy.
Yes, The Princess and the Princess has advanced to round 2 of the Boston Globe Drama Festival. Holy cabooses. It's so great.
Dance parties kick major behind. I'm STOKED that we get to have another one.
I'm too excited slash tired to write in more detail, so I will leave you all with this.
WHAT DOES "D" STAND FOR?!!!!!!!
-(i'm quiet. i'm quiet.)
-I'M A PARTY GIRL!! I'M A PARTY GIRL!!
-(i'm quiet. i'm quiet.)
-I'M A PARTY GIRL!! I'M A PARTY GIRL!!
-Davinia! Davinia! Davinia!
Yes, in an acrostically challenged world, "D" DOES stand for quiet but also a party girl at the same time.
Bitchin.
Saturday, February 28, 2004
Thursday, February 26, 2004
Ouch.
Here's what's not wonderful: slamming two fingers in a massive door. Question of the day: will the bluish-green patch that was the nail of my middle finger fall off? If so, what will take its place? If not, for how much longer is it going to THROB for Pete's sake.
This is already too long for having typed it with one hand.
This is already too long for having typed it with one hand.
Friday, February 13, 2004
You're shooting with Althea?
Today I did not go to school. Why, you ask?
Oh, because it was FRIENDSBOWL. FRIENDSBOWL is, in case you were wondering, a newfangled holiday where people such as myself, Alison, Kristina, Natale, Maya, Regina, and oddly enough, Ian, gather and watch Select Episodes of Friends from Seasons 1-6. It was completely awesome. There was not much moving involved at ALL, we literally remaind stationary for a solid 3 hours and only moved to order food and eat it before resuming our positions on the couch. Awesome.
After FRIENDSBOWL, I came home and eventually called Samm, and then we headed to The Mall to soak up some disease ridden air and purchase necessary necesseties such as Titanic on DVD, a bag, a belt, 2 lemonades and a pretzel (to split). After being APPALLED by a couple of youngin's procreating in front of our eyes as we ate our pretzel (to split) on the benches in Derby Square, we headed to the only place that bitties our age head to: Market Basket.
On the way into Market Basket we passed an obviously Jamacian fellow. How did we KNOW he was Jamacian you ask? Well, how do you pick out a Frenchman, Brit, Scot, or Mexican? By what they wear of course. Frenchmen ALWAYS have striped shirts, neckerchiefs and berets, Brits ALWAYS are smoking pipes, Scots ALWAYS wear kilts and say "huch-hi", and a Mexican is never without his sombrero. In the case of a Jamacian, well, this man was shielding his dreds from the harsh weather with a black, red, and yellow knit hat that resembled the the black, red and yellow hats that you can buy with the dredlocks ATTATCHED. His were real. Yeah, Mon.
Once IN Market Basket of course we encountered Kristina, Bill, Maya, and Regina, buying cereal and gum. It was very special. Samm and I then purchased our Jell-O to make Valentine's Day jigglers with and were disappointed in the fact that Market Basket failed to recognize the TRUE spirit of Valentine's Day by not stocking sweet-taht-hahts, so we had to go to CVS. On our way to CVS we had a good chuckle at the mechanical horse parked outside of Market Basket, and bought the sweet taht hahts. On our way out, we were JUST IN TIME to witness two portly children gripping on to the now bucking mechanical horse. Good things just happen sometimes.
Oh, because it was FRIENDSBOWL. FRIENDSBOWL is, in case you were wondering, a newfangled holiday where people such as myself, Alison, Kristina, Natale, Maya, Regina, and oddly enough, Ian, gather and watch Select Episodes of Friends from Seasons 1-6. It was completely awesome. There was not much moving involved at ALL, we literally remaind stationary for a solid 3 hours and only moved to order food and eat it before resuming our positions on the couch. Awesome.
After FRIENDSBOWL, I came home and eventually called Samm, and then we headed to The Mall to soak up some disease ridden air and purchase necessary necesseties such as Titanic on DVD, a bag, a belt, 2 lemonades and a pretzel (to split). After being APPALLED by a couple of youngin's procreating in front of our eyes as we ate our pretzel (to split) on the benches in Derby Square, we headed to the only place that bitties our age head to: Market Basket.
On the way into Market Basket we passed an obviously Jamacian fellow. How did we KNOW he was Jamacian you ask? Well, how do you pick out a Frenchman, Brit, Scot, or Mexican? By what they wear of course. Frenchmen ALWAYS have striped shirts, neckerchiefs and berets, Brits ALWAYS are smoking pipes, Scots ALWAYS wear kilts and say "huch-hi", and a Mexican is never without his sombrero. In the case of a Jamacian, well, this man was shielding his dreds from the harsh weather with a black, red, and yellow knit hat that resembled the the black, red and yellow hats that you can buy with the dredlocks ATTATCHED. His were real. Yeah, Mon.
Once IN Market Basket of course we encountered Kristina, Bill, Maya, and Regina, buying cereal and gum. It was very special. Samm and I then purchased our Jell-O to make Valentine's Day jigglers with and were disappointed in the fact that Market Basket failed to recognize the TRUE spirit of Valentine's Day by not stocking sweet-taht-hahts, so we had to go to CVS. On our way to CVS we had a good chuckle at the mechanical horse parked outside of Market Basket, and bought the sweet taht hahts. On our way out, we were JUST IN TIME to witness two portly children gripping on to the now bucking mechanical horse. Good things just happen sometimes.
Thursday, February 12, 2004
Who left the ice sculpture on the steam grid?!
I can't believe there are only 5 more episodes of Friends left until The End. That's almost as sad as the fact that there are approximately 65 days left to my high school career. That's rather frightening. I do NOT intend on wasting a minute of those 65 days. I'll tell you that much.
Today reminded me of a really good episode of a sitcom. The kind where the entire show is hilarious. Highlights include:
-Natale and I spending oodles of time ordering Drama Club sweatshirts
and getting to know oodles of information about the 80 year old saleslady with the saggy jowels and magnified eyes; including the animocity between her and a telephone customer that she hung up on and muttered "Jackass" under her breath before returning oh so friendly-like to us. We also became painfully aware of the Blue Heron employee's fondness for their boss, "Cello", and also their fondness of saying his name, "Cello", over and over and over.
-Theatre Thanksgiving, where Ms. Mastroianni, Bill, Kristina, Natale, Ian, and myself ate dinner in the green room and had fun talking about Jesus, alias the Lifeskills Teacher named Steve, and how every day in the faculty room he breaks his bread and passes it down to The Twelve, six on one side, six on the other, all in a row on the same side of the table. THEN we got to Rhino Sperm a rock wall, which was the most disgusting hands on experience of my life, all while listening to The Little Mermaid soundtrack.
-Bizzouncing from rehersal with the force of a thousand winds and making it home JUST in time, and by just in time I mean ON THE NOSE, for Friends. Oh dear me.
Quick update on the seamonkeys...they have finally grown to resemble the happy, beautiful creatures depicted on the box. I think I win.
Today reminded me of a really good episode of a sitcom. The kind where the entire show is hilarious. Highlights include:
-Natale and I spending oodles of time ordering Drama Club sweatshirts
and getting to know oodles of information about the 80 year old saleslady with the saggy jowels and magnified eyes; including the animocity between her and a telephone customer that she hung up on and muttered "Jackass" under her breath before returning oh so friendly-like to us. We also became painfully aware of the Blue Heron employee's fondness for their boss, "Cello", and also their fondness of saying his name, "Cello", over and over and over.
-Theatre Thanksgiving, where Ms. Mastroianni, Bill, Kristina, Natale, Ian, and myself ate dinner in the green room and had fun talking about Jesus, alias the Lifeskills Teacher named Steve, and how every day in the faculty room he breaks his bread and passes it down to The Twelve, six on one side, six on the other, all in a row on the same side of the table. THEN we got to Rhino Sperm a rock wall, which was the most disgusting hands on experience of my life, all while listening to The Little Mermaid soundtrack.
-Bizzouncing from rehersal with the force of a thousand winds and making it home JUST in time, and by just in time I mean ON THE NOSE, for Friends. Oh dear me.
Quick update on the seamonkeys...they have finally grown to resemble the happy, beautiful creatures depicted on the box. I think I win.
Tuesday, February 3, 2004
Pneu.
I would love nothing more than a good old fashioned 90 minute delay tomorrow. Nothing more, nothing less. Just 90 minutes to get me out of a Psycho test that I have yet to study for.
Procrastinating is just what I do.
I have been spending oodles of time at school these days. It's fine though, because rehersals are fun, for the most part. Especially last night's Princess, when Bill and Fizzo stared at me in the creepiest and best way possible in their debut as the "audience" of my "story" and when David made me a swan out of a brittle, old, yet Kleen, Kleenex. I enjoy having people to read to. Especially when their names are Bill and Fizzo.
Did you know that paint can get moldy? I didn't. But now I do. It's no big deal when it does; you just stir in the mold and slather it on. Poster paint however, when it molds, takes on a positively vomit-inducing odor. Of course I have to innocently stick my nose in practically everything nasty at the pinnacle of its nastiness, so I died a little bit inside. But it's fine because I'm back.
Okay, so Prince Harry the Seamonkeys need to have their water oxygenated. For Lord's sake.
Procrastinating is just what I do.
I have been spending oodles of time at school these days. It's fine though, because rehersals are fun, for the most part. Especially last night's Princess, when Bill and Fizzo stared at me in the creepiest and best way possible in their debut as the "audience" of my "story" and when David made me a swan out of a brittle, old, yet Kleen, Kleenex. I enjoy having people to read to. Especially when their names are Bill and Fizzo.
Did you know that paint can get moldy? I didn't. But now I do. It's no big deal when it does; you just stir in the mold and slather it on. Poster paint however, when it molds, takes on a positively vomit-inducing odor. Of course I have to innocently stick my nose in practically everything nasty at the pinnacle of its nastiness, so I died a little bit inside. But it's fine because I'm back.
Okay, so Prince Harry the Seamonkeys need to have their water oxygenated. For Lord's sake.
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