I think I’m still recovering from Tuesday. Both of my parents were out of town you see, and that left me in a bit of a predicament. I live out of district, so I have to make a 25-minute drive into school every morning. In other words, I can’t walk. Of course, if my sister could drive… I wouldn’t have this problem. We ended up taking a taxi into school, and I must say it was one of the most amusing mornings of the year. I’d do it every day; that is, if it weren’t for the $45 fee is cost.

Regionals are this Saturday, you should all come. Why not? Who doesn’t like spending 11 hours on a Saturday sitting in a cold Performing Arts Center while waiting for sets to be struck and judges to deliberate, only to mess up the scores in the end? Speaking of which, Twelfth Night auditions are in a little over a week. If you’re not auditioning, I’m going to kill you. And that goes for you too, Amanda! “Oh, no! I have so-o-o-o many AP classes this year - I don’t have anywhere near the time necessary to take on such an ordeal! Please Mr. Small, don’t hate me for not being in any plays since I became a member of ITS - it’s my teacher’s fault!” Oh, just shut up. You won’t have soccer, and if you just stopped playing frisbee everyday after school with the other half of your covalent compound, you’d have more than enough time.

Yet another theatre story. Yesterday I was running some errands for Mr. Small, and so he gave me a piece of paper with a bunch of receipts taped onto it. It was a reimbursement form for him, so the school could pay him back 300 some odd dollars that he’d spent on “theatre stuff”. Right. Imagine my surprise when I was taking a look at this so-called theatre stuff as I walked down GT balcony and I saw an item labeled, “Snickers King - $.99″. And for the record, he didn’t take that $.99 off the total he charged the school - tut, tut, Mr. Small. But, we still love you, don’t worry.

I don’t feel safe in Charlottesville anymore. A few days ago I was at the Charlottesville Airport (don’t ask me why) and I got to ride the elevator (FUN!!!). Except not fun. You know how they have those certificates, certifying that the elevator has been checked for safety and lots of other “necessary” government things? It expired in 1997. As in there is no record of them having their gears tightened, their cables checked for strength, or their giant springs at the bottom of the shaft measured for springiness in over 8 years!

JEEZ, 1997?!?!?
THATS LIKE HALF OF MY LIFETIME AGO

Anyway, yes. I wanted to come to Regionals but… Forensics. I’m trying out for 12th Night but I’m not worrying about the monologue until AFTER Saturday.

Who’s the other half of Amanda’s covalent compound…?

URGH COVALENT COMPOUNDS CHEMISTRY TEST MUST STUDY ARG ARG ARG.

hahahahaha i love amanda.

taxis are scary.

i think you need to elaborate on these errands you run for small. he probably makes you sneak poison in irani’s food so that we’ll be able to practice every day of the week without having to worry about forensics.

*grumbles*

I wish he made Michael poison Irani…

*feels bitter*

I want to know who the other half of Amanda’s covalent compound is

That would be good ol’ Rosalie Ray. J’aime Rosie. But wait, WHO got 1st place in Prose/Poetry?! Yeah, pound it!

Hahahaa, I love Rosalie so much.

Thanks! *pounds* Nic told you guys, right? Aggggg, I wanted to go and watch but I thought the awardsies would be over by the time we got back. At any rate, my mother didn’t understand what it MEANT to get 1st place, and I guilted her into getting Indian food for dinner. Hehehe.

YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YOU WON!!!!!!!!!