::listens to her West Side Story CD:: I love this musical. Of course, when we did it at camp the summer before last, I lent my CD to the directors, and it got scratched up nastily. Only the dance at the Gym and some of the orchestrals at the end were really messed up, but it still annoys me. Meh. I still can’t get over how amused I was to beat out several guys for the role of Riff. ::snickets::
Oh. My. God.
I just realized that I only have one more rehearsal before “Ten Little Indians” opens. And that the calendar has to be done in five days. Good Percy. I hate to give up now, but this is not going to happen. ::frowls angrily::
Hurrah! Yesterday, I went to MJDesigns, where I got a new sketchbook and some white and navy blue yarn to knit myself a Markscarf. Hurrah! ::does a little dance::
There goes a stupid, stupid man.
I would have liked the Beatles without all the publicity. In fact, being the “off the beaten track” person that I am, it’s surprising that I would like something so popular. When I was seven, unaware of how renowned the band was, my dad rented Yellow Submarine for me and my sister to watch. I absolutely loved all the music, and I’ve been a Beatles fan ever since. How does Lester decide what music is good and what music is not? Opinion. Simply opinion. The comparison to Weird Al makes no sense whatsoever, as he copies the styles of others (and not just grunge or gangster), while the Beatles took what came before them and evolved it into something wonderful. Just because he doesn’t like the Beatles doesn’t mean he can ridicule those that do. I don’t like country or rap music, but I don’t go around telling country and rap fans just why they are foolish to have their opinions. Absolute rubbish.
::snickers madly:: I had forgotten about this…
My friend Elizabeth is now archived at Riddikulus. Be amused. An altered version of Chapter 2 was published in my school’s literary magazine, as the ubergroovy creative writing teacher recognizes brilliance when she sees it. Muaha.
“A passion for you burns deep inside me, like a hamburger grilling on a hot summer day. Only it doesn’t have E Coli in it.”
Stolen from Ann’s blog. I’m too lazy to link. Look in the “if you hated this blog…” section in the sidebar.
Four things you would eat on the last day of your life:
1) Jack’s double-double, plain with pickles. 2) Sagno’s canadian bacon, calamata olive, and goat cheese pizza. 3) Lawry’s prime rib with oodles of au jus and yorkshire pudding. 4) really good macaroni and cheese.
Four cds from your collection that you will never get tired of:
Abbey Road (Beatles), White Album (Beatles), Spin this Web (Wellesly Widows — oh, I know I butchered that spelling), and Forbidden Broadway Cleans Up It’s Act.
Four celebrities you would have sex with:
No thanks. However, I’d like to hang out with Richard Feynman, J.K. Rowling, Terry Pratchett, and
Four vacations you have taken:
Various places in Europe, college visits all over the country, Illinois to meet Renata, and various places around the country not for the intention of a college visit.
Four songs you get stuck in your head frequently:
Oobladi oblada (Beatles), Super Trooper (Abba), Various songs from Moulin Rouge (Roxanne, Your Song, and the Show Must Go On), and various songs by Christine Lavin (Bald Headed Men and The Dakota)
four things you’d like to learn:
How to understand people, Quantum Physics, how to use natural media in art, and how to draw animals.
four beverages you drink frequently:
water, orange juice, chocolate milk, and chocolate milkshakes.
four tv shows that were on when you were a kid:
Strawberry Shortcake, Captain Planet, Rainbow Brite, and My Little Ponies.
four places to go in your city:
Chili’s, the SMU Barnes & Noble, the West End, and the new shopping center thing that I’ve forgotten the name of.
four things to do when you’re bored:
Listen to music while drawing, hanging out at WOFS, and CGing. Or reading.
four things that never fail to cheer you up:
Beatles music, Ann and Cherise (and Chungy), Dave Barry, and worship.
I’m telling myself that I won, because frankly, I knew a lot more than any of the other competitors at the Harry Potter Trivia Contest. I really want to give whoever wrote those questions a piece of my mind. According to Mr. Question Man, the Ravenclaw mascot is the raven (as opposed to the eagle). Saying that the Slytherin color (note the singular) is green is unacceptable. They demand green and silver, even though they asked for color as opposed to colors. The judges refused to tell me the “correct” answer, but evidently Voldemort was not 66 in “Chamber of Secrets”, despite the fact that he was in his 6th year (and therefore 16) fifty years ago. Also, they wouldn’t accept “sherbert lemon” as Dumbledore’s favourite candy, insisting on the Scholastic-ized, American-edition “lemon drop”. Morons. I *did* get to the finals, but I didn’t place. Instead, three people (who clearly acknowleged that I knew a lot more than they did) received their kudos. And when I tried to explain to the judges why their answer keys were wrong (in a very levelheaded, polite, and respectful manner), they threatened to throw me out. ::sigh:: The girl who won second place knew next to nothing, and the girl who won first place kowtowed to my trivia knowledge while we “studied” before the competition. Oh well, there’s always next year. I wonder if they’ll let me write the questions, or at least let me proofread them before the competition. Then a lot fewer people would go home with headaches.
Today I’m going to the Harry Potter trivia contest. Wish me luck! ::crosses fingers:: Also, I have parent/teacher conferences, which are always entertaining. And Chungy and I are taking pictures for our Spinster Diaries t-shirts. Quite amusing. ::nods:: I’ll recount yesterday’s exploits later.
::grooves:: I got all A’s and B’s in my classes. Muaha! Even in English and History I didn’t die, which was quite surprising. And I made the Headmistress’ List, which is always fun. Hmm…. I wonder when my PSAT scores will come in…