| We're like, adventurers.
Hopefully I can gather some gangmembers to go see "Borat" n'morrow.
Hopefully the ticket people won't be asses and not let us in because
we're under 17. Because an ass cheek is certainly way too graphic for
us. I mean, we are surely unfamiliar with the human anatomy, so seeing
it will fer sure poison our souls.
I've been there.
I think I'm going to go make the soundtrack for "Beyond Therapy" right now.
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| Sorry about that last entry.
Aly, Kat, (ooo alleycat hehe) thanks for your concerns 
murrrrrrb i am going to be bored tonight... that is... unless someone
calls/texts me or randomly ends up at my house (the latter probably
occurs most often due to how far I live from the typical Worthington
area.)
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| Why do I suddenly look like a fat lesbian?
20 lbs. added to my frame and I have to look fucking disgusting and ugly.
Note: Take pills in the morning despite having been at Camp Christian.
I have a feeling this entry is going to be too awkward to receive
comments. (probably because it's all true? I don't know. I don't even
know anymore. Stupid teenagers. I'll go make Sims houses now.)
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| I like this shuffle thing way too much:
My Life -- The Soundtrack
Opening credits: "War on War" Wilco
-In my sleep, I'm dreaming of some sort of metaphorical hub-bub about
the harsh influence of media/cultural/pop culture on youth.
Waking up: "Outsmarted" The Hives
-Apparantly I'm in a hurry to get to school.
Average day: "White Rabbit" Jefferson Airplane
-Oh yes, and in the morning I must wait in slow, monotonous, mind-altering traffic on my way to school.
First Date: "Please Please Me" The Beatles
-I meet a real peachy boy and he decides to court me and take me to the
local Twisty Freeze and then on to the Boardwalk for a swell old first
date! (No careless, unprotected sex until we park his oldsmobile up at
Lover's Lookout!)
Falling in love: "Summer Teeth" Wilco
-It'll be a swell, swell summer!
Fight scene: "One More Time" Daft Punk
-Did I mention we eventually hijack a plane over to Berlin and have a
dance-off in Germany's hottest industrial music dance club?!
Breaking up: "Fiddle About" The Who
-...And we weren't even in his Oldsmobile.
Getting back together: "Getting Better" The Beatles
-Another swell date. Hopefully his new car doesn't have bucket seats.!
Secret love: "Elevator Music" Beck
-Let's say I meet someone in the elevator. 'Cause I'm a slut.
Life's okay: "You're Pretty Good Looking (For A Girl)" The White Stripes
-My peachy new boyfriend thinks I'm pretty!
Mental breakdown: "Bill" Talking Heads
-I find out that creep I made out with in the elevator was named Bill. Ew. What a stupid name.
Driving: "A Million Ways" Ok Go
-Ok, so I'm in the car with my swell old boyfriend. And we're thinking,
on the way up to Lover's Lookout, of the million ways... wink wink if
ya know what i mean.
Learning a lesson: "Paranoid Andriod" Radiohead
-Ok, so, we're like, makin out, and then this huge like ufo thing comes and sucks up my boyfriend!
Deep thought: "We Dance Alone" Beck
-...More like I dance alone in Germany's hottest techno clubs now.
Flashback: "How It Should Be (Sha Sha)" Ben Kweller
-How should it be? Like elementary school?
Partying: "Bucky Done Gun" M.I.A.
-Dance party while angry rebel troops pillage our town and rape our women!
Happy dance: "Glamorous Indie Rock 'n' Roll" The Killers
-Hey, I didn't lose it with my swell boyfriend like I had planned, but at least we still got Indie Rock 'n' Roll!!)*&#@!#@
Regretting: "16 Military Wives" The Decemberists
-Wives of the rapist-rebels get jealous of us and take our indie music :'(
Long night alone: "Come As You Are" Nirvana
-Inside a grungy, dirty, messy old cabin, a.k.a. the remains of my
pillaged home, curled up and rocking back and forth, waiting for the
Red Cross to come and send celebrities to take pictures with in order
to boost their ego and image.
Death scene: "Been A Son" Nirvana
-...because then i wouldn't have been molested by rebel troops NOR
endured the pain of watching my boyfriend get sucked up by british
aliens!
Closing credits: "40'" Franz Ferdinand
-I just wasted 15 minutes of my time.
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| Rehearsal has been most sucky lately.
Two more days of 5-hour run-throughs and Hopton yelling at me to be louder.
I basically have to be a drunk Ethel Merman.
But I happen to see Ethel Merman as a coke addict as opposed to a drunk.
First time I've been stressed out from a play, too...
And I only have like 5 lines.
Only in the Cardinal Theatre...
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