Saturday, December 02, 2000

YAY Anna! I got your e-mail on Friday and I was so glad you're okay!
God, Abbs, that really sucks. I'm one of those scared driver's. I'm taking the driver's ed midterm tomorrow and am scared out of my wits.

Friday, December 01, 2000

Awww...thanks guys.

Abby, that REALLY sucks. I hate bad drivers. They can kiss my ass. It makes you wonder how some people even got their liscenses. Ah, well. At least its not your fault.

I AM HAVING A FUCKING BAD DAY.

Some fucking middle aged soccer mom in a minivan fucking rear-ended me when I was leaving school today. I was sitting at a red light when the dipshit like plows into me. Her respon to the accident "Oh dear, I caused that didn't I?" You sure as hell did, bitch.

My parents aren't mad--my mom is disapointed she said. Disapointed about what? The cops said it wasn't my fault! She got ticketed, not me? So is she disapointed that it took 7 weeks for a dumbass to hit me?

In case you haven't noticed, I'm beyond mad at this point. This has NOT been a good day, for reasons other than that listed above. And I was planning on having a good day today. This is not going to be a good weekend.

Thursday, November 30, 2000

Farin! Nice to see you here:)

Thank you Anna. Like I said in my list, it just upsets me because other people's stupidity hurts everyone else. The man that hit Bethany had had 4 prior drunk driving convictions. He shouldn't have been out on the road.

And Anna sweetie, I'm praying for you as well. I know what it's like to truly be sick like that.
Kick arse about Shenandoah, all of you.
Anna, I'm praying for YOU, honey. Let me know if you're okay.

Wednesday, November 29, 2000

Abby! I am so sorry about your friend. :-( I'll be praying for her.
oooooh, thank you, Abby!!! :)

Tuesday, November 28, 2000

Okay, I got some info for ya Jen. Basically, "Shenandoah" is set during the civil war. It's about a Virginia father who tries to protect his daughter and shitload of sons (he had like 8 sons or something) from the evilness of war. It won a few Tony's in 1975, but lost out on a lot to "The Wiz".

If I remember correctly, Jenny is Charlie Anderson's (the more less feature of the show) daughter. Charlie doesn't own slaves, but sorta understands why some people would have them. Things get interesting when one of Charlie's millions of sons is abducted by the Union soldiers, who think he's a confederate soldier. Jenny wants to marry a rebel soldier and that doesn't go over well ol' Chuckie.

How do I know this? I'm supposed to audition for it in February:)
ok, who knows the musical "Shenadoah"? Isaac is going to be directing it this summer and he told me today that he was definetly keeping me in my mind for the role of the 17 year old ingenue, Jenny, I just might look too young. So SYNOPSIS! PLEASE! AND if anybody knows the song "Jenny" from the show, please tell me the range! THANKS!
Thank you, Jen. It really does. She came out of the coma this morning, but she's not expected to leave the hospital for several more weeks.

But in cool, good news, my school caught on fire again today. The second time in under 6 weeks.

oh god, Abby, I am SO SORRY. :(

Monday, November 27, 2000

You know those whole forwards that remind you not to drink and drive?

Don't.

I found out today that one of the sweetest people I ever met, a girl named Bethany, was hit by a drunk driver aturday night while leaving the hockey rink, after the guy's hockey game. She was waiting at a red light and a drunk driver plowed into her.

She's currently in a coma in ICU. They believe she'll live at this point, but they expect to have fairly extensive brain damage. It's just unbelievable. I've known Bethany a really long time...we went to elementary school together, she lives on the same street as I do, we went to Germany together, and she was in my FST class.

It just doesn't make sense when things like this happen.
hehe...that's kinda what our band fruit sale is for. We're going to Disney World, The Outback Bowl, and the Bahamas in a month:) We have to sell. It's a do or die thing (or a "do or we're going to Plymouth-Canton" thing. I cannot explain the fear that statements like that invoke in my band).

My boyfriend smokes sometimes. He used to smoke a lot more than he does now, but that isn't to mean it doesn't bug the hell out of me, because it does. I find it disgusting. When he does, it bugs me. It's something I've pretty much learned to live with it:( I really can put up with everything he does besides this.

Sunday, November 26, 2000

well, Dre, for me personally, smoking is one of the most disgusting things a person can do. not only does it fuck with your body, but through second hand smoke, everybody else's. I couldn't date a smoker-who wants to kiss an ash tray? but if you like the guy and you don't have a problem with it, that's your descion...
Duuude. We sell "band citrus." Or we're supposed to. I'm such a slacker I never get off my butt and get moving on it. We have, like, two weeks to sell. But if we don't sell, we lose, because it pays for our trips and competitions and stuff. Last year's senior band trip was a cruise in the Bahamas.

Hey, y'all, I was wondering if you could help me on something. What do y'all think of cigarette smoking? Particularly when guys do it? Especially guys which one is interested (romantically) in? Yeah. I'd love opinions on this.
Do we evah sell fruit! The entire band sells like $15,000 worth. And we sell cookie dough, candy, flower bulbs, pizza kits, and pretzels. Band, I'm telling you, it's an expensive thing. But sausage and cheese? That just seems a bit weird. However, if you were writing a story or something, that would be the ultimate in lame fundraisers.

I'm destined for failure in society. I've pretty much come to the conclusion that I cannot cook to save my life. I just tried making an omelet and let's just say it wasn't pretty. Half of the egg is still stuck in the pan.
You sell fruit? hehe. craziness! but then, we sell cheese and sausage. [the FUCK?!] aren't there any NORMAL fundraiser?

my first role was Young Belle in "Grandma's House". It was some original play about an old lady moving and getting all these memories and flashbacks. I was Young Belle, the grandma in the flashback to the 50's. Wheee. oh yeah, my in-need-of-updating-resume: tada!