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Sunday, August 07, 2005
Amazing What You Find On A Google Search Of Your Name
"Samantha is about two young smalltown children"
"Samantha is earthbound"
"Samantha is 5'6" (she claims 5'7") and weighs about 135 lbs."
"Samantha is a witch"
"Samantha is born!"
"Samantha is the blonde girl on the left side"
"Samantha is her hero"
"Samantha is placed on the bed for another wet bottom strapping" (Whatever that means...)
"Samantha is and mostly likely always will be, the top monkey here at Jungle friends"
"Samantha is intelligent as well as devious"
"Samantha is a terrific groomer"
"Samantha is wonderful"
"Samantha is investigating the murder of an investigative reporter"
"Samantha is a crook"
"Samantha is unusually obsessed with Martha Stewart"
"Samantha is right, the lines to the ladies' room are very short"
"Samantha is caught between the deaf and hearing worlds"
"Samantha is just like any other teenager"
"Samantha is the artist of the month on New Fremont radio in Ohio"
"Samantha is Bacardi's new face"
"Samantha is tied to a chair, and is firing a bolt of electricity at the men that are guarding her"
"Samantha is feted by a phalanx of academic ghouls"
"Samantha is a feminist
"Samantha is introduced one night to her three tranny neighbors"
"Samantha is shown on her bed, preparing to masturbate with a large vibrator" (I can't believe I just typed that)
"Samantha is surprised by another pie"
"Samantha is rescued from the toxic peanut butter"
Posted at 10:24 pm by LunarLoupGarou
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Monday, August 01, 2005
Friday was opening night, and all went well, for the most part. It's been kind of hectic here...Wait... What do I mean 'kind of'? It's hectic as HELL here! Chaos! Chaos! Chaos! Saturday night was mania. Aunt Mary walked in to the theatre at 7:32. The curtain goes up at 7:30. And then, we found out the the twelve, thirteen, fourteen year-old crowd had been talking about blowjobs and handjobs and who'd gone so far in front of the little nine and ten year-olds. There is something seriously fucked up about that. Little Kacie, who is nine, came out to Aunt Mary and I crying her adolescent eyes out and all she could tell us was that "they were talking about yucky stuff." It wasn't until later when my aunt talked to some of the backstage mothers what exactly had been going on. I get to lecture them about that tonight. Fun, fun, fun. Mom and my aunt got into a screaming arguement about my aunt being so late, and I was very proud of mom. She did herself proud standing up to her sister the way she did. Yesterday was our day off, so mom and I went to the Ocean City Boardwalk (I haven't been there since I was five) and shopped and ate things that were bad for us yet traditional for Ocean City (Kohr's Custard, Mac and Manko's Pizza, and Curly's seasoned fries). Tasty, tasty, somethin' good. So we have another show tonight. We run through the sixth, and then mom and I will hopefully be home on the seventh. If not, on the eighth. How was "Charlie And The Chocolate Factory" anybody who saw it? I'm going to have to wait for it on video. Poo. I seemed to have misplaced Ali's telephone number, so if anyone has it feel free to call my cell phone with it. 996-5089. I'm not giving anyone the area code, obviously. Call me, please. I love you all, and see you soon.
BOYS AND GIRLS
Boys and girls
Like you and me
Walk beneath the skies
They love just as we love
With the same dream in their eyes
Songs and kings
And many things
Have their day and are gone
But boys and girls
Like you and me
We go on and on
They walk on every village street
They walk on lanes where branches meet
And stars send down their blessings from the blue
They go through storms of doubt and fear
And so they go from year to year
Believing in eachother as we do
Bravely marching forward two by two
Boys and girls
Like you and me
Walk beneath the skie
They love just as we love
With the same dream in their eyes
Songs and kings
And many things
Have their day and are gone
But boys and girls
Like you and me
We go on and on
Posted at 01:12 pm by LunarLoupGarou
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Monday, July 18, 2005
Please Put The Donkey In The Backyard
Holla to all my excessivley hot home doggies back... well, home. It is 94 tiny "o" outside and it's even hot indoors. Someone probably left the porch doors open when they were letting Rolly or Frisky or Pete outside. Goolawd these people got lotsa pets. I have been doodling and typing and redoing my profile section, and been becoming obsessed with livejournal icons as I'm sure you can see. I have a couple hundred of them now, and if you go to photobucket.com and search ShitalaMata you will find that I have like a fourteen page album of them. Obsessive, I know, but better than doing nothing all day. I've been unfortunatley slacking off on reading the books for AP English, and I'm only about halfway through the Lone Ranger And Tonto Fistfight In Heaven. Shame on me. I also took a two day break to read.... HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE, which was depressing as hell and really dark. I wonder how many parents are going to let their eight-year-olds continuing reading the series. Although you think they would have stopped after the ritualistic hand-cutting-off ceremony in Goblet of Fire. Ah well. I've become an exercise nut in the last few weeks. I gazelle for almost 30 minutes a day, which doesn't sound like much, even though the reccomended time period is 20 minutes. I wish people would call me. I've been in touch with Graeson and Paige and Ross. Three emotions all the time. Graeson - desperate, Paige - anxious, Ross - depressed. SOMEBODY CALL ME! I love all of you and miss you very very much.
P.S. Glynis, call me sometime about the thing in August
YOUR MAJESTIES
Your majesties
Your majesties
A list of the bare necessities
A list of the bare necessities for what?
For seventeen hundred guests
That seems a lot.
Don't have any king crab.
Very well your majesty
I'd hate to see that written on a menu, king crab; it seems like a comment on my disposition
A thousand baby lobsters for the salad.
Wow.
And five-hundred pheasant for the pie.
Ai-Yai.
A thousand pounds of caviar.
A thousand?!
Hush.
It's more than the sturgeon can supply.
I told the steward to get us
Forty acres of lettuce
And five-hundred suckling pigs for roasting.
What about the marshmellows?
Who wants marshmellows?
I do.
Why?
For toasting.
Now if you please, your majesties, I have a list of wine
The best of all the vintages from every nation's vine
I want the wine of my country.
Hush,hush,hush.
Sherry au port and muscatel
Kimmel and eu de vie.
Dry chamagne and sweet moselle
Burgundy and chablis
Aquavit and libreframilch
Hoch and chocolate-malted milch
Brandy, drambuie and vodka
White and crystal clear
I want the wine of my country
I want the wine of my country
I want the wine of my country
The wine of my country is beer
Obviously.
Posted at 03:40 pm by LunarLoupGarou
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Wednesday, July 13, 2005
1. What is your name?
2. What is my name?
3. Use three words to describe yourself.
4. Use three words to describe me.
5. If you were to be turned into an animal which animal do you think the powers that be would make you?
6. What would they make me?
7. If you had to pick a song to walk into a party to, what would it be?
8. What do you think I should walk in to?
9. If we were colors, what colors would we be?
10. I am a food, what food am I?
11. Chicken or the egg?
12. Do you picture me as the sweet lovemaking type, the slow seductive type, or the hard wild sex type?
13. What about you?
12. Last, but not least, what color are my eyes?
IN MY OWN LITTLE CORNER
In my own little corner
In my own little chair
I can be whatever I want to be
On the wing of my fancy I can fly anywhere
And the world will open its arms to me
I'm a young Norwegian princess or a milk maid
I'm the greatest prima donna in Milan
I'm an heiress who has always had her silk mad
By her own flock of silkworms in Japan
I'm a girl men go mad for, love's a game I can play
With a cool and confident kind of air
Just as long as I stay in my own little corner
All alone in my own little chair
...I can be whatever I want to be
I'm a slave in Calcutta
I'm a queen in Peru
I'm a mermaid dancing upon the sea
I'm a huntress on an African safari
It's a dangerous type of sport and yet it's fun
In the night I sally forth to seek my quarry
When I find I forgot to bring my gun
I am lost in the jungle all alone and unarmed
When I meet a lioness in her lair
Then I'm glad to be back in my own little corner
All alone, in my own, little chair.
Posted at 09:49 pm by LunarLoupGarou
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TAKEOFFS AND LANDINGS
On this coldest of January nights, we'll drive out past the runway
and watch the planes go flying by.
The runway lights are the deepest blue, like the colors of your eyes,
so close them tight and kiss me one last time.
If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?
and would you miss me when you get there?
There's no place that I would rather be.
Please don't let me go falling from the sky.
This fasten seat belt sign just needs to go out.
If only you could be, right here by my side
home wouldn't seem so far away.
Passport, customs, carry-on,
remember to shut off all of your electronic devices.
Fell asleep on Tuesday, woke up Monday afternoon.
I slept right through your international date time.
If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?
and would you miss me when you get there?
There's no place I would rather be.
Please don't let me go falling from the sky.
This fasten seat belt sign just needs to go out.
If only you could be, right here by my side
home wouldn't seem so far away.
home wouldn't seem so far away...
-The Ataris (so long, astoria)
Posted at 09:28 pm by LunarLoupGarou
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Sunday, July 10, 2005
Why Is It Always The Leads That Come Back As Assholes?
Why is it always the leads that come back as assholes? Jordan has gone on to blow the audition this year and pull a complete Emily on everybody. Ugh. So we cast the show last night. It took us something like four hours of talking it over. Hallelujah. (I don't care if I spelled it wrong) I miss everyone so very, very much, and parts of me truly long to be home again. Paige called for the first time today, and if she ever gets around to checking my blog, CALL ME AGAIN PAIGE! Ross calls all the time, morning, noon, night, obscure time without a name... People, feel free to e-mail me (dictatorsam@hotmail.com) and we can still chat and stuff. Apparently the president of the Mellon Foundation is coming over tomorrow. My uncle Lloyd built his house, and they've become my aunt and uncles' friends. I just miss you all very very much. I ordered the sixth Harry Potter book this morning, and it should be here by it's release date. Huzzah! I love you all. MWAH!
FINISHED BOOK ::: Scourge
NEW BOOK ::: THe Lone Ranger And Tonto Fistfight In Heaven
DOWNLOAD THIS ::: "Please, Please, Please" - Head Automatica
CAST LIST
Cinderella- Anne Paolini
Prince - Brendan Barker
King- Maggie Collins
Queen - Nina Contento
Herald - Sean Smith
Stepmother - Bridget Murphy
Portia - Kayleigh Smith
Joy - Jamie Evangelista
THE PRINCE IS GIVING A BALL
The prince is giving a ball
The prince is giving a ball
His royal highness, Christopher Rupert, Windemere, Vladimir, Karl Alexander, Francois Reginald, Lancelot Herman-
Herman?
Herman.
-Gregory James. Is giving a ball
The prince is giving a ball
The prince is giving a ball
Our daughter's looking dreamy eyed
The prince is giving a ball
They say he wants to find a bride, he may find one at the ball.
If only he'd propose to me
I pray that he'll propose to me
Why shouldn't he propose to me
I wish I hadn't married Sam; pull in your little diaphragm
I'll wear a gown of satin jad
And me I'm in a pink brocade
And me I'm in the second grade
The prince is giving a ball
The prince is giving a ball
His royal highness, Christopher Rupert, son of her majesty Queen Constantina, Charlotte Ermintrude, Gwenivere Maisie-
Maisie?
Maisie.
-Marguerite, Anne. Is giving a ball
The prince is giving a ball
The prince is giving a ball
I wish I didn't like to eat
I wish I were demure and sweet
I wish I were a bolder girl
I wish I were a younger girl
I wish I were an older girl
The prince is giving a ball
The prince is giving a ball
His royal highness, Christopher Rupert, son of his majesty, King Maximillian, Godfrey Ladislous, Leopold Sidney-
Sidney?
Sidney.
-Frederick John, is giving a ball
The prince is giving a ball
The prince is giving a ball
Posted at 12:48 am by LunarLoupGarou
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Monday, June 27, 2005
Can We Please Stop The Psychoanalasis
3 nicknames I go by:
1.Sa
2.Sami
3.Sparky
3 things I like about myself:
1. Outgoing
2. Confrontational
3. My ability to find humor in everything
3 things I dislike about myself:
1. I am ugly, fat, and all and all a hateable character
2. My low self esteem or what you may call angst
3. Everything
3 things I am wearing right now:
1. Panties
2. A nightgown
3. Two rings
3 favorite bands / musical artists:
1. AFI
2. Nine Inch Nails
3. Collide
3 things I want in a relationship:
1. Commanding
2. Intelligent
3. Fuckin' Nuts
3 physical things about the preferred sex that appeal to me:
1. muscle
2. interesting eyes
3. a lusty smile
3 of my favorite hobbies:
1. Does spending time with your friends count as a hobby?
2. Reading
3. Writing
3 of my everyday essentials:
1. shower
2. movie
3. love
3 careers you have considered or are considering:
1. epidemiologist
2. actress
3. forensic scientist
3 places you want to go on vacation:
1. Fiji
2. Ireland
3. When I get old enough, New Orleans for Marti Gras!
3 things you want to do before you die:
1. Skydive or bungee jump, something really fucking crazy.
2. Call the President a moron
3. Cure something
3 ways I am stereotypically a boy
1. I think porn is a good thing.
2. I enjoy getting my hands dirty
3. I love pants and hate skirts
3 ways I am stereotypically a girl
I cry for nothing and everything
I love to be called princess and worshipped
I love kitties
3 celeb crushes:
1. JEAN-CLAUDE
2. Whoever played SCARECROW in Batman Begins
3. David-Bowie
Posted at 03:00 pm by LunarLoupGarou
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I've Watched A Fat Man Sun-Bathe
SUNDAY: Got to airport at around 8:00 only to find that our flight time has been changed to 9:30. So after a confusing check-in with United Airlines, we were off to the little piss-poor United gate. YAY! We got on the plane, a Boeing 747 much to my father's delight methinks, and flew to Chicago. Chicago's airport is really cool, including an awesome rainbow lit ceiling over the moving sidewalk things. They had a fuckin' dinosaur in there. Shannon named it Louis. The Chicago airport is fucking massive. Like five terminals and six concourses and like sixty gates each. Crazy. So we had a two-hour layover there, during which Martina, Shannon, and I went exploring and found food at McDonalds, and I bought "Scourge: The Once And Future Threat of Smallpox" at a little bookshop, after I'd finished "1984." The plane we went to Lincoln on was one of those tiny little 13-row jobs that you had to walk out on the concourse to. Talk about an Almost Famous moment. You could hear the Jimmy Hendrix in your head the whole way. So when we got to the Lincoln airport, it was really hard not to laugh. Mr. Mitchell and Undoland were the only two black people in the entire thing. It was really obvious that we were from out of town, given the way that we dressed in compared to the faux-Amish natives, but even more-so on the plane, when Martina and I were gawking out the window going "look, there's vast amounts of nothing.... Ooooh! Look! Look! One car!" Not one thousand, not even one hundred, but one. We took a rather large van to our Holiday Inn and Caitlin went and ran up to another random thespian troupe and scared one of the members. Then we proceeded to wait in the lobby for two and a half hours for our hotel rooms, during which time Mr. Mitchell and those of us that were still waiting for our rooms decided to go and see Batman Begins that evening. So then finally we got into our rooms. Small rooms were they, with two double beds. Four of us to a room, Shannon, Martina, Caitlin and I. So we watched a fat man sun-bathe. We just looked out our hotel window, and there's this massively fat man in marina green swim trunks sun-bathing. For some reason it struck us as being ridiculously hilarious. Following all of this, we went out exploring and found this old record shop next to an adult bookshop. (I've come to realize that all there is in Lincoln Nebraska are lingerie shops and porn stores) The dude was really cool, and Martina and Shannon found a few albums that they liked. I got three different pins, one of the Crow, one of Frankenstein, and one of Dracula. Not to mention that just as we were about to leave I found a Tom Lehrer album and got it for 6.43. Totally awesome. We went back to the hotel, ordered and ate dinner and then went to the movie with Mr. Mitchell. It wound up being me, Shannon, Martina, Caitlin, Alex, and Stephen. Scarecrow was hot, like really. Even Ross admitted it and he's a straight male. The movie was by far the best superhero movie ever, and I highly recommend it. Then all of us went back and went to sleep... Tasty sleep.... Tasty, tasty sleep.
MONDAY: Got up early and got Starbucks on the way to the Lied Center theatre to check in, which we did quite quickly, considering that Ms. O'Neill and Mr. Mitchell were first in line that morning of all the schools that attended. We checked in after about fifteen minutes and then walked down to the dorms. The boys split off about halfway through it, and then we walked the other million miles down to our dorms. So we go to check in to our dorm rooms naturally only to discover that we can't check in until three. It's about 12:30 at that point, and so we waited out on the lawn. Martina, Shannon, Meg, Kennedy, Kara, and Rosie all tanned, and I tried to escape the sun in the shade of a random tree. After a little while, Martina, Shannon and Meg went to lunch with a few of the boys, during which time we got into our rooms. Dorm room 712. I was alone on my expedition into the room and quickly discovered that I had the biggest dorm room out of anybody else. However, when I walked into the room the first thought I had was that the place looked like a prison cell. Tacky beige tile floors and brown furniture with beige walls, a small refrigerator and microwave and four beds, three against one wall and another fitting into the edge of a wall mounted desk. I chose that one. Ms. Wesselman informed me that I was staying with Meg and Shannon, and I told her that it was quite impossible as Meg had gone and cried to Ms. Nash and Ms. O'Neill that she would not room with me. So she asked me if I had a problem rooming with Meg, and I told her that I could room with anyone on the trip. She told me that it was very good of me not to cause a problem and that she would talk to Meg when she returned and if then she still said that she wouldn't room with me, we would switch around rooms. Well, apparently she said that she still wouldn't, because by the time everyone was settled in, Martina, Shannon and I were rooming together. Happy doesn't begin to cover it. Ms. Wesselman also suggested that we all have a meeting to work out our issues. We all meaning me, Shannon, Martina, Meg, and Caitlin for some reason. So we sat and talked, and Meg naturally cried, I naturally did not and in the end nothing really changed. Oh well. So we didn't do much and then went to sleep.
TUESDAY: Woke up at about 8:00 and got dressed then went to breakfast with Martina and Shannon. It was nice and we had tasty bacon. Again, there wasn't a whole lot to do that day until the show that night, considering that was the day when people were still supposed to be arriving. So we went to the mobile and grabbed some food for the room and then hung out in the lobby. We also got a chance to see the guys' lobby which was about 50 times nicer than ours. There's was like a modern style hotel including 60" widescreen flatscreen TV, whereas ours was more like a Girl Scout lodge. Oy. So we leisurely went to lunch at Pound dining hall and went to dinner, then went to the evening performance of "Ragtime: National School Edition" which was very good. Quite honestly I think we could have held our own against them, and honestly even though their acting was better, our singing surpassed theirs. We were in Row G, about seat 10 so we had really fuckin' good seats. Then we had free movie tickets to see a movie, so I went to see Mr. And Mrs. Smith, which was pretty cute. I got lost in Lincoln for an hour after the movie was out though, so that sort of sucked. Eventually I found my way back to Sandoz Dorm and got ready to got to Wild Thing, the dance which included Caitlin straigtening my hair. So we went, and danced then Martina and I got tired, went back to the dorms and went to sleep considering we had a curfew of 1:00.
WEDNESDAY: Woke up at 8:00 and went to breakfast which was different from the day before and went on to the Lied center to see our first morning show. The first show was "Lascaux: Dawn of Art" which was by far one of the most bizarre shows I have ever personally witnessed. It was done entirely in pantomime with really good costumes and sets, but you just sort of sat there going "Huh?" It was short-ish though so I was happy when it was over. Then we saw "Caucasian Chalk Circle" which was about Arabian people, so I didn't quite get why they'd called it Caucasian, but it was a very well done show. We'd remembered Mr. Mitchell talking about it, and even though I forgot why he'd talked about it when he did, it was still a very good production. We took the campus shuttle back to Pound for lunch and then went to the dorms to hang out. On our way there, I met this girl named Ashley and we got to talking and then we met another group headed by an eighteen year-old guy from West Virginia named Chris. He turned out to be pretty cool so hung out with his group for most of the day which included, Ashley, and Andy, two of his closer friends. Then we went to dinner and went up to Lied to see the evening show which was "Pageant". If you ever get the chance, I beg you to go see this show. Martina and I were sitting there, looking at the program, trying to figure out what the show was about, and we looked at the cast list and it looked like this.
MISS BIBLE BELT...........Boy's Name
MISS DEEP SOUTH.........Boy's Name
MISS GREAT PLAINS......Boy's Name
MISS INDUSTRIAL NE....Boy's Name
MISS WEST COAST.......Boy's Name
MISS TEXAS.................Boy's Name
Yes, it was a transvestite pageant! The guys had gotten really into it too, shaved armpits, legs, high heels, bathing suits, and it was fucking hysterical. See it! Then we went back to our dorm, talking about how we thought that Stephen would make the greatest Miss Texas, and then proceeded to entertain a fairly large group of people just by being us in the middle of the lounge, including one girl that was reading "Shattered Mirror" and a boy named Ryan that wants to be an epidemiologist. Then, like the previous nights, we disperssed and went to sleep.
THURSDAY: Woke up, went to breakfast and saw "Pirates of Penzance" at the Lied. Almost fell asleep twice, as show is actually quite boring, until the character Major General saved the show with his light-hearted humor and fantastic acting ability. Then we tiredly went to lunch and then went back to the dorms in time to get ready for our first classes, Shannon and Martina for yoga and Stephen, Alex, and I for stage combat I and II. I had so many bruises by the time I left it was ridiculous. I've never been so sore in my whole life. It was fun though and I learned a lot about the art of stage combat. We were taught by Mr. Chin, one of the top ten master fighters in the world. "Try to pull the energy away from his stomach, as if you were going to grab a quarter. If you actually punch him, he'll shit nickels." Rested as much as I could, then got up, showered and got ready for dinner and the show. We saw "Puck's Potion" a new musical that was basically a modern Midsummer Night's Dream. The costumes and hair were something I would do in a musical and basically made all of the fairies rave-styled. The musical itself, while a little annoying was quite amusing and mostly light-hearted. It also had an awesome set. Then we made our way to the dance which was Yellow Submarine and we had a good time, and then Martina and I got tired and went back to the dorms which Stephen didn't like considering the distance we had to walk. Then I made the mistake of trying to make potato skins which I generally make quite well. I chose to ignore the directions which said not to make them in the microwave, and stuck them in on a styrofoam plate. Well they came out melted and greasy and when I tasted it, it was like fish's ass. I made Shannon try it too. The stench was horrible. "charred plate. Charred Plate. CHARRED PLATE! Have you, Martina, ever had the misfortune of tasting charred plate?!" So we went to the rubbish pile with it, and then Ms. O'Neill came in and paid me to give her a back rub. She found my awful cooking skills quite funny, and also determined that Caitlin was angry at the pot. When Ms. O'Neill left and the smell died down, we slept.
FRIDAY: Woke, ate, and saw "Honk" for the morning show. Will admit to falling asleep twice. Set was great, costumes, creative, but other than that was a very very weak show, as well as boring as shit. Caitlin and I sat through it discussing how awful it was, during the intervals of sleep, and then we practically ran when it was over. Went to lunch, at which Ian and I both discovered that dorm chocolate cookies taste like poo. Stephen also made the world's most impressive ice cream cone and people actually took pictures. It was all quite amusing. Meg yelled at Ian a lot which was also quite funny and then we went back and chilled took naps until the second workshop session. Chris walked us up to the workshops, Martina and Shannon to Character Slam: Inside and Out, and me to Adaptation: Your Own Choices With "Dracula". I enjoyed that class immensely and our teacher thought that I should go home and start working on an adaptation of my own. Saw Chris' play "Drive-In" at the Howell theatre. Came back and decided to get Applebee's that night since I'd never been, so we were a little slow getting to dinner. We saw "Sweeney Todd" that night. It was fucking awesome. I won't even go into it. Just consider it the second best show in the world next to The Phantom of the Opera. Went to Applebee's and got take-out while discussing the fabulousness of the show, went home and to sleep.
SATURDAY: Was quite a slow day. Woke late, ate late, went to the Lied center to see the awards ceremonies which were sort of pointless and boring. Was very tired the whole way through and wanted desperatley to go back to the room and sleep. Went to lunch and then slept through the first workshop session but went to Performance Art 3D: Out of the Box for the second session which turned out to be fucking amazing and quite difficult to explain. Combine: white suit, colored projections, black light, UV paint, and 3D glasses. Yeah, I know that, that gets you absolutley nowhere. Went to dinner, and on to see "Suessical" which was quite cute and very well done. We'll probably be doing it at NWSA in the future. I'd put money on it. We went to the gala, but Martina and I left after not feeling well half an hour later. Chris said bye and kissed me on the cheek to which we hugged and promised to stay in touch. We went back, finished packing and went to sleep.
SUNDAY: Woke up and took the extremely fucking long walk with our luggage to the Holiday Inn whcih sucked because the boys totally took a shuttle. Took the van to the airport and waited around a few hours for the plane. Martina and I did lunch, and I had some really good chili. We gave out plate awards. Shannon: Bean Burrito Award Martina: Best Sleeper Award Sam: Worst Cook Award. We flew to Chicago and waited in the airport for a little while, during which I got Starbucks and read some of "Scourge". Got on another plane, another almost famous plane and got into Charlotte at about 9:55.
"Give me a ticket for an airplane, ain't got no time to take a fast train, lonely days are gone, I'm goin' home..."
If I've left anything out feel free to comment with reminders...
OPA!
Posted at 02:45 pm by LunarLoupGarou
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Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Well, I was close enough to the asshole President, and I succeeded in not shooting him. I was 100 feet from his front lawn, and I didn't pull out my sniper rifle. Washington D.C. was great, and I got to spend some good father-daughter time with dad. It was cool, and I won't bore you with all of the details, but if anyone wants to buy me the Hope Diamond for my birthday I'll get on bended knee and give a weasel a blowjob for your entertainment. Let's just put it that way. The natural history museum was kick-ass for anyone who would care to see it.
I went to Ross' and we had a great time being supervisors for vacation bible school... *dies* Anyway, we walked everywhere. It was some disgusting reading on the thermostat, and we nearly died. Had the greatest snowcone ever (sour power/grinch) at Frostbites when I asked the chick that worked there to make the most sour thing she had. Damn. Good. Man. But it was really hot. Also, I forewarn anyone that plans to eat dinner in Salisbury past nine. EVERYTHING CLOSES! We walked the couple of miles to Outback only for it to be closed and have to walk back.
Going to the National Theatre Conference in Nebraska on Sunday. Can't wait. It'll be awesome. Coming home for two days and then going to Beth's for the remainder of the summer. I e-mailed the CDC asking about starting a fund for Marburg research. Cool.
Success! Made a 4.0 on final report card. SCORE!
Just like Jesus
I wanna be...
Just like Jesus
I wanna be....
Just like Jesus
He's my cornerstone.... Just kidding....
Posted at 10:52 pm by LunarLoupGarou
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Tuesday, June 07, 2005
I'm going to be a very busy little bee this summer, so I'm going to update while I still have the chance. Oh... I have an announcement to make: SCHOOL'S OUT FOR THE SUMMER!!! SCHOOL'S OUT FOR-EVER!!! Yes! And so ends another year at Northwest School Of The Arts. I'll go back next year as a junior. I spent last night at Theresa's and had a wickedly fun time at her place, as usual. Also found out from someone at school that Wes is having a birthday party to which I was most definitley not invited. Was quite put out to tell the truth. Am still brooding about said desicion. Theresa and I went swimming and listened to music and watched movies and I'm leaving for Washington D.C. in two days. It'll be awesome. I'm really looking forward to seeing the Marian Koshland Museum of the Sciences and the Museum of Natural History. I can't wait. It'll be really awesome. Dad and I always have a great time on the trips we go on, considering that we've only been to Montreal together. But it'll be fun; I have no doubt. Exams were decently easy, and I'm moving on to bigger and better things before laying down my life for AP classes next year. I can't wait to start.
BOOK FINISHED : Sybil
READING : Valiant - Holly Black
Posted at 09:26 pm by LunarLoupGarou
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