An interesting day.

Today was really...weird. I felt relly chipper, and was all "Hi everyone, you rock!". And Anthony Galati pulled me onto his lap and gave me a hug. Isn't that sweet? And Renee said I was beautiful, which made me feel nice. So did a weird guy on the train, but I think he was drunk, and he was creepy anyway, so it didn't count.
Sarah's skirt broke today, and I had to improvise to fix it. I was glad to hear that it stayed up, and I have brought it home with me to repair the elastic. Being Head of Costumes is fun, if not a little hectic.

Want to hear the weirdest, most interesting part of my day? No? Well I'm going to tell you anyway. During my spare after lunch, I was sitting on the couch, in my happy mood, Anthony Knight on the left and Stephen on the right, with my arms around their shoulders. I was a Kat sandwich between two slices of hot, as they say. Anyway, there was a lapse in conversation, and Anthony asked the general question "Ever wanted to kill a man?"
"Yes," I replied.
"How would you do it?" asked Stephen.
"I'm one of those people who would one day snap and kill a whole bunch of people. I'd get everyone together somehow, and then I would shoot them," I said, as if someone asked me how I was going to spend my summer holiday. I continued.
"The people I like, I would shoot in the head. But the people I don't like, well, I would start at the ankles, then the knees, then the stomach then the chest, and then right between the eyes."
"That's really creepy, Kat," said Stephen.
"Oh, don't worry Stephen," I giggled. My voice became gentle, like a mother reassuring a child that there was no boogie man in the closet. "I really like you. I'd shoot you in the temple. No, no, wait. I'd shoot you right in the back of the head. You wouldn't feel a thing." I gently put two fingers against the crown of his head and smiled.
"Then," I finished, "I would take a knife, and carve the words 'I'm sorry' into everyone's back, and leave never to be seen again."
And that was basically my final word on the subject. Later, Anthony and I were discussing the kind of gun I would use, after I said I wish I really did own one. I said a handgun. He asked if I had never fired a rifle before. I replied no, but I just like the way a handgun looks, grasped in my hand and pointed straight ahead. Like when I held the prop gun Mr Jobb has in his drawer. It would be kind of...not fun, but liberating, to kill everyone and then run away, never to be seen or heard of again.
Say, wanna come to a party?

And that was my day.

Note: I am not a crazy psycho. I do not actually have any intentions to kill anyone. Everyone feels like they want to kill others sometimes, and today happens to be one of those days for me. Don't worry, I'm not gonna get a hold of a gun and go shoot everyone. Peace out!