So Stalin, Hitler, and Andrew Lloyd Webber walk into a bar.
And the bartender starts screaming at the top of his lungs, "What the fuck are you doing in my bar?! What the fucking fuck? Get out of here, right now! I will NOT allow guys like you in here. GET THE FUCK OUT, ANDREW!!!!!!"
I can't really call it the first day of tenth grade because it was just orientation, but....... holy crap. I'm in tenth grade???!?!?!?!?!?!
Anyway, key points of stuff, because I want to be in bed really soon and get somewhere CLOSE to 8 hours of sleep:
I cleaned my room. Sorta. Not 100%, but you can, like, see the surface of my desk and everything. I'm really proud. Plus, I found a lotta random, awesome stuff. Including Hallie's birthday card to me, which I'm going to save. I'm debating hanging it on my wall.
I need to replace the batteries in my mouse. But, I'm finally starting on South of Nowhere! Huzzah! I'm not even all the way through the pilot, and I know that Ashley's hot, and that, after a bunch of L.A. montages and random cuts of stuff and a very strange dream sequence.... know what?
I had Over My Head (Cable Car) done by this cool a capella group running through my head last night. It took me ages to fall asleep. I was at my mom's friend's country house, on a bed which I honestly couldn't tell if it was comfortable or uncomfortable...
WEWT!!!! MOZART'S REQUIEM!!! Aaaah, it was so frickin' great!!!
Oh my god... so... I can die happy now.
I went to the big screen sing-along of Once More With Feeling (the musical Buffy episode, for all you n00bs who don't know.)
Things about me, in no particular order:
1) I haven't journaled on Oasis for a while, but I still linger and read and comment.
2) It's funny, because several journal-worthy things have happened in my life lately. But I wrote them in my notebook instead. See #3.
First, I'm gonna say that my camp is over. Done. Finito. Oh my fucking god, I'm so sad. I don't know if I'm ever going back, and I'm so, so, so sad.
HOLY CRAP, MY SHOW IS TOMORROW!!! And I don't know my lines nearly as well as I should. And there are bits we've never practiced yet. Holy fucking fuck. And I need to lean to lengthen my vowels, which goes against everything I've ever learned. My consonants, I love you, don't leave me!!
Soooooo. I went to get HPDH at the Union Square B&N with M and MC. Kinda dumb xD crowded as all hell there. I, um, finally told them that I had a crush on MC (reasonably sure that it's past tense, so good). She didn't seem all that ruffled about it, but I'm wondering if she's actually weirded out and not saying anything.
I'm steadily working my way through it. A few eps into season two.
LOVE Alice and Dana.
LOVELOVELOVE Carmen and Shane. SOOOO HOT!!!
But Jesus Christ, does Shane EVER wear a bra? (I mean, I'm not complaining, but Jesus...)
Yepp... that's pretty much all I have to say right now. Except for... mmmm, Carmen and Shane.
Abby's back!!! YES!!! I missed her sooooo much! Camp just isn't the same without her...... and she's back, not in camp, but still back!
My computer gets heatstroke now. Regularly. Joy.
Kinda depressed at how few comment's my journals get.... :( and yes, this is an actual observation, not just a cheap comment ploy. Although it serves two purposes.
Remember my best friend, who I had a huge fight with a while back? Because she was stringing me along for a year, flirting with me to keep me interested so I could be there as her spare? She actually called me and apologized, a few days after the fight. I don't know if I actually posted it on here.