Strange Day...

So I started off today by feeling like shit. First of all because I thought a friggin-friggin was ignoring me. But I still feel like shit over it.
Then I felt bad because Amy couldn't tell me herself... Like I've known her since Gr. 1! DOES THAT MEAN NOTHING! BAH!
After all that happened.
I wrote my math final. I think I rocked it. Well the multiple choice portion, the written response I will just forget about.
After I was out of there I got my glass tightened but they did it too much and now it hurts. Then I bought tickets and have decided I should work at Ticketmaster because I know everything about everything. Then I went to Fairweather and brought a shirt. Good times. Then I went to rehearsal and Elaine was like your my soul I love you. I love Elaine. I'd be so lost without her.
Oh and I realized I forgot about Ian last week because I hadn't noticed he got new glasses. So I feel like an ass about that. But oh well, he was only talking to me because Jill wasn't there yet, what a slut monkey. I actually enjoyed choreography because Elaine and Hayden and I were ballin at all the games and showing up the noobs and the slut monekys which makes me ridiculously happy. Then at vocal rehearsal at the end we sang seasons of love and me and Elaine were jamming and belting it out and Jim was like watching us and listening which got me all excited, so was Ian which made me laugh. (He should get a hair cut, and fix all the holes in his t-shirts, Graham would help himw ith that.... OMG GRAHAM........sigh...... Gum chewers! AH!)Then I told our silly stage manager that I want an audition for Principle (Greek chorus/onstage all time/has lines) I'M STOKED! AUDITIONS! AH!!!!
Now i'm home and Elaine wants to go out tonight which means I'd have to take the shaddy bus down there and then stay at her house but be out at 5am when she goes to work. That girl is crazy!!!!!!
Anywho I'm done rambling about my fantastic day.
Love,
That smile that happens when no one else is around. It's real.



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These kids are pimpin, and apparently wanted to come home with us a few years ago to meet my mom. Crazy kids.