It's just that I've been mad busy and stuff, being a teenager and all that jazz.
I got a callback for my school play, so that's good!
I froze my butt off at a football game yesterday, and I slammed my knee into one of the drums. I have a bruise the size of Kansas. Quite enjoyable. Really. I love not being able to bend my knee *SARCASM*.
I don't care if you don't like Doctor Who, or the Proclaimers. You will love this video or I will find you and make you love it. Well that sounded sufficiently rape-y, so...
You like jazz?
Anyway, so now that I've shared that...What did I do today? I was a cool kid. I went to an Academic Decathlon Qualifying Test. We didn't make it, but still. Fun experience.
Funny story of my awkwardness commencing. We were exiting the theater where the orientation had been given, and I just noticed that the walls, I kid you not, were hung with chain mail drapery. Chain mail drapery! Do you know how amazingly wonderful and weird that is? Very, is the answer. If you didn't answer as such, go die in a hole. Chain mail is freaking awesome. Anyway, I noticed, and I had a mini freak out over how awesome it was. I kept poking it and telling my friends Aniket and Ryan how cool it was, and how they should touch it. Then the guy who was facilitating our test taps me on the shoulder, and said "You do know that you are being filmed, don't you?"
THERE WAS A VIDEOGRAPHER RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOORWAY WATCHING ME HAVE A ME-TYPE MOMENT WITH THE CHAIN MAIL DRAPES!!!!!
Oh, Moses and the Israelites I was SO embarrassed. I couldn't stop giggling and my face went beet red. (I don't get that phrase. Beets are pink.) My face when beet pink, then, brain. Blushed like a blushing thing that blushes. It was what I was meant to do. Baby I was born this way! Enough.
Oh, and it gets weirder! On our way out after the test was over, I saw the same videographer! And he smiled oh so creepily at me. I very nearly flipped him off. But I didn't. Because that would have put me in the 'Not Normal' category, and that category was probably the only one that my team won. We were all cashe, in like jeans and t-shirts. Ryan was wearing sweat pants. Everyone else there was wearing like matching shirts and button downs with ties and dress shoes. Ultimate nobheads. Seriously. So I didn't flip off the videographer, no matter how dearly I wanted to. I restrained. I'm a lady. Mostly.
So I have callbacks for the play tomorrow. I'm excited, but at the same time kind of nervous. First time I've ever gotten callbacks before, so this is entirely new for me. I guess it means that my directors finally think that I'm good enough to be something other than extra number five. Which would be awesome. Really truly awesome. So wish me luck, lovelypoos!
Here is a song for you all to listen to. I want reviews in the comments. Keep in mind, I love this song, so don't say anything mean or I will write nasty things about your cat.
Henrietta, The Fratellis
LOVE LOVE LOVE this song. I love that whole cd. And that band. So, enjoy!
Two women walked into a department store, stopped at the perfume counter and picked up a sample bottle. One sprayed the perfume on her wrist and smelled it. "That's nice, isn't it?" Sharon said waving her arm under her friend's nose. "Yeah. What's it called?" "Viens a moi." "Viens a moi? What's that mean?" A clerk offered some help. "Viens a moi, ladies, is French for 'come to me.'" Sharon took another sniff. "That doesn't smell like come to me," she said, offering her arm to her friend again. "Does that smell like come to you?"
Love and kisses,