Welcome to December!
Tralalalalalalalaaa!
Anyway, I am typing on the new computer, which is exceedingly cool with a tablet and a working printer and a flat screen that's so big that my cat, Big Momma, can sit behind it an not be seen. And she is huge.
So, Mick and Clare are getting married!!! I am so happy for them. They don't want a big fuss, so they're going to Vagas. Mick said they weren't going to get married by an Elvis impersonator or anything weird like that, but I'm not sure I believed him. But, nevertheless, they're getting married, and that is cool.
Drama at school is going well. Like a moron I forgot to bring the scripts, but we just worked on character analysis and antecedent action and shit like that. And I already know that I'm working with Matt for final project and we're doing a completely awesome script...the title of which escapes me for the time being. Something about rainbows...but it will be awesome!
Performance at Spruce Lodge was today, and to be frank, we didn't do so well. The seniors really liked it, and they were just so sweet, but I swear to God if stupid stupid people don't stop looking around the room or stand with their hands on their hips or whatever, I'm going to throw poo at them and shriek like a baboon. That'll teach 'em. We need work. But, on the plus side, whilst handing out candy-canes, I gave one to a priest, and said "Merry Christmas, Father." Now, thinking about it, I probably should have said "Reverend", but I'm no expert on religious titles. At least I didn't accidently call him the Pope or something. And you know, it's funny, because even though my religion falls somewhere between Jewish, mainstream, and agnostic, when I sang the Christmas carols today I really thought God was listening, and I felt empowered. Making those people smile was so good. Now, I'm not converting, or anything. Organized religion is a scary thing, one in which women tend to be oppressed, and so is having fun, and homosexualism. I mean, it seems like everything is a sin. But I do believe in God. Just not like most people do. God was in all of those smiles on the seniors faces. And thats enough worship for me. But enough philosophy for one day.
Oh, funny story! The other day in special projects, Ms Strome got the cleaner and a cloth and said "And now I'm going to go and clean that penis off that table." At first, I didn't know what the hell she was talking about, but I laughed hysterically. Then I realized it was that crude little drawing of a penis on a table, one which I thought was immature and ignored.
Well, I ought to go. I'm going skating tomorrow with Dave. Should be fun. Except if I fall on my ass, I'll cry. And laugh.
Musical Quote of the Day
"Gently rolling Father Time
Is calling to him now
And though he hears him,
He looks out to sea
Somewhere out there lie his dreams
A story with no ending
And 'til he finds his answers
He won't be going nowhere."
-Phil Collins (what a surprise) CD: Testify Track: 6 Title: It's not too late
God, I love PC!
And CSI Warrick. I want to lick him!
