the snow, that is. yes, ladies and germs, it's snowing up here. no, i'm serious. yes, i'm rather sad.
BUT I GET TO SEE JOELLE!
and her performance is tonight.
performance is an odd word to spell. i mean, come on. let's be serious. no one says PER-formance. they say PRE-formance.
which is silly, because that means before the formance. which is not a word. is it?
i googled it. apparently, formance is baby formula. so... "Step 1: Pre Formance, make sure you have a baby, as you need something to feed the Formance to. Step 2: feed baby, or he'll eat your feet off."
also, i don't have dance tonight. YAY! :D
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
OH MY STARS and HOLY CATS!
So.
as i'm sure you know, my best friend, that's Joelle, ladies and gents, is at college this year.
super. sad. face.
and she's in a musical! Beauty and the Beast! she's Mrs. Potts!
SUPER HAPPY FACE!
YAY!
well, Joelle is in Kentucky. four. hours. away. (omg.)
and she asked me to come down and see her.
problems? oh yeah.
1) i don't have a car.
2) my mother is... interesting. yes, she's an interesting person. anyway, she's afraid that if i drive down, i'll get in an accident. or hurt. or lost. or stupid.
3) i'm pretty much broke. i think i have... $50. no, more than that, but less than $60. like, i think the total is $59. :)
4) i have show choir on Saturday. i have to be at the school at 9. in. the. morning. (don't get me wrong-i'm kind of okay with that. i get to spend ALL DAY watching show choirs and hanging out in the cafeteria with the guy i like. -giggles-)
5) school. jeez, i hate school.
so then i was like, well, maybe i can take a college day. i could leave on Thursday, RIGHT after school, book it down there, and see Joelle. then i could stay in her dorm! so, how to get down there? enter Quentin. he was like, "I'm going down Thursday, you can ride with us!" and i was like, OMG YES!
enter more problems.
1) Boyce has not responded. no college day. dang-nabbit.
2) Jo cannot have guests in her room until Friday night.
3) Quentin has a band concert.
the first two were again, super easy to deal with. Mom was going to call me in sick. Alison offered to let me sleep in her hotel room on Thursday night.
number three, though. that was a kicker.
no ride down there? what? that brings back so many problems from part one! Alison said she'd drive me down, but how was i supposed to get back? she wasn't coming back until Saturday, maybe Sunday! holy cats, i can't be gone until Saturday, let alone Sunday! (that's right, i said holy cats.)
So i cried. (Hey, i'm being honest, here.) then Alison called. and we powwowed. it was great. she was like, "I can take you up! and then, i can drive you to Cincinnati, and you can catch the Megabus back to Indy!"
and i was like, "Great!"
so i texted Mommy.
i immediately got a "no." back.
but then Mom and Dad got home, and i talked to Mom about it. then i talked to Dad, about how it wasn't a charter bus, it was an express, Joelle had used it, and such. so they sent me out of the room so they could talk.
a little while later, Mom came out and gave me the thumbs up. i now have my ticket.
SO MUCH TO DO!
as i'm sure you know, my best friend, that's Joelle, ladies and gents, is at college this year.
super. sad. face.
and she's in a musical! Beauty and the Beast! she's Mrs. Potts!
SUPER HAPPY FACE!
YAY!
well, Joelle is in Kentucky. four. hours. away. (omg.)
and she asked me to come down and see her.
problems? oh yeah.
1) i don't have a car.
2) my mother is... interesting. yes, she's an interesting person. anyway, she's afraid that if i drive down, i'll get in an accident. or hurt. or lost. or stupid.
3) i'm pretty much broke. i think i have... $50. no, more than that, but less than $60. like, i think the total is $59. :)
4) i have show choir on Saturday. i have to be at the school at 9. in. the. morning. (don't get me wrong-i'm kind of okay with that. i get to spend ALL DAY watching show choirs and hanging out in the cafeteria with the guy i like. -giggles-)
5) school. jeez, i hate school.
so then i was like, well, maybe i can take a college day. i could leave on Thursday, RIGHT after school, book it down there, and see Joelle. then i could stay in her dorm! so, how to get down there? enter Quentin. he was like, "I'm going down Thursday, you can ride with us!" and i was like, OMG YES!
enter more problems.
1) Boyce has not responded. no college day. dang-nabbit.
2) Jo cannot have guests in her room until Friday night.
3) Quentin has a band concert.
the first two were again, super easy to deal with. Mom was going to call me in sick. Alison offered to let me sleep in her hotel room on Thursday night.
number three, though. that was a kicker.
no ride down there? what? that brings back so many problems from part one! Alison said she'd drive me down, but how was i supposed to get back? she wasn't coming back until Saturday, maybe Sunday! holy cats, i can't be gone until Saturday, let alone Sunday! (that's right, i said holy cats.)
So i cried. (Hey, i'm being honest, here.) then Alison called. and we powwowed. it was great. she was like, "I can take you up! and then, i can drive you to Cincinnati, and you can catch the Megabus back to Indy!"
and i was like, "Great!"
so i texted Mommy.
i immediately got a "no." back.
but then Mom and Dad got home, and i talked to Mom about it. then i talked to Dad, about how it wasn't a charter bus, it was an express, Joelle had used it, and such. so they sent me out of the room so they could talk.
a little while later, Mom came out and gave me the thumbs up. i now have my ticket.
SO MUCH TO DO!
Monday, February 1, 2010
So... Tired...
Heavens above. i'm so ridiculously tired.
Now, some people get silly when they're tired. and some people get mad. and some people curl up in a little ball and refuse to even look at you. and some people get very serious.
not me.
i go through very distinct phases.
i start out just feeling sleepy, and maybe i drag my feet a little bit.
then i start almost falling asleep places.
then, once i get passed normal, average tired, i get ridiculously silly.
then i'm practically drunk. seriously, i'm not joking. EVERYTHING is so funny i almost cry, and if i'm not super careful, i'll say dumb things.
and then, dear reader, i suddenly get very, very serious. nothing is funny. i do not joke.
today, i think i'm just tired. but really, really tired. i need to sleep.
Now, some people get silly when they're tired. and some people get mad. and some people curl up in a little ball and refuse to even look at you. and some people get very serious.
not me.
i go through very distinct phases.
i start out just feeling sleepy, and maybe i drag my feet a little bit.
then i start almost falling asleep places.
then, once i get passed normal, average tired, i get ridiculously silly.
then i'm practically drunk. seriously, i'm not joking. EVERYTHING is so funny i almost cry, and if i'm not super careful, i'll say dumb things.
and then, dear reader, i suddenly get very, very serious. nothing is funny. i do not joke.
today, i think i'm just tired. but really, really tired. i need to sleep.
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