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Things I need:
New pink ears
New blue bow
White fishnets or pink tights
Black sharpie marker.
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| Hello, Nurse! |
[ Tuesday, 11:53am] |
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Perfect Day - Legally Blonde |
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Miss Flamiel: We'll move on to science. Dot, what can you tell me about the great scientists of the nineteenth century?
Dot: They're all dead.
Miss Flamiel: No no no!
Dot: All right. They're all living.
Miss Flamiel: No no no!
Yakko: Well, now we're getting into philosophy.
Miss Flamiel: Yakko, can you conjugate?
Yakko: Who, me? I've never even *kissed* a girl!
Miss Flamiel: No no no. It's easy. I'll conjugate with you.
Yakko: Goodnight, everybody!
I WILL be getting those dvd's.
Anyways, life is... neutral.
Hmm.
I expect my camp dvd's relatively soon; Jordan Firstman already got his! He says I don't look fat, which is a mercy anyhow.
I want a hamburger.
And that's as exciting as I get.
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| It's September! |
[ Friday, 2:45pm] |
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Stuff that has been going on lately...
My wonderful boyfriend bought me a wonderful gift: Every episode of Darkwing Duck on dvd!
The aforementioned Sean and I have actually been spending a lot of time together, which has been just heavenly.
An example of our ah-may-zing adventures?
We went to Science World.
And got out-smarted by a bunch of lego-flinging little children.
That's what.
Whoot.
I am sure he will do a far more hair-raising update than myself, but I tire of this LJ. So, off I go.
Ciao!
PS Bodyworks opens on September fifteenth at Science World... anybody is welcome to come with meeee!
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| Suddenly I See... |
[ Tuesday, 12:07pm] |
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To Whom It May Concern:
I did not change.
If you don't want to be friends anymore, that's fine with me, but don't you DARE blame me for it. I tried really hard. I am tired of being punished by you. It's not fair, and I don't want to deal with it anymore.
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That said, to everybody else; I'm going to the Fair at the PNE EDIT: tomorrow with my mommy and EDIT: Sean and it's gonna be swell!
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| High above the mucky-muck... |
[ Friday, 7:00pm] |
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I would like to discuss with you the audience participation at the opening of snakes on a plane.
I mean, the people in the audience wearing, like, Snakes on a Blog t-shirts (I made that up) and acting like Snakes on a Plane is this esoteric joke that only they get and gratified to no end that they finally found a niche in which they belong.
I thought the enthusiasm was awesome, and I was happily enthusiastic too, hell, we threw fucking rubber snakes and caused the audience to have joygasms - but people being like "IT'S SNAKES! ON A PLANE! SNAKES ON A PLANE!" was fucking retarded, because what that suggests is that the movie doesn't get that the concept is ridiculous when it obviously does.
When it came down to it, Snakes on a Plane was smarter than most of the people who thought they "got" the joke, which was awesome.
And I'm not saying there weren't people in my group doing exactly that - I wanted to freaking kill some of the people I was with, 'cause you know, I went to enjoy the movie. I mean,
SPOILER
counting down with the snake-release mechanism and saying Samuel L. Jackson's famous one-liner with him, and even making a few choice comments (which I'm totally guilty of, sorry Sean) are one thing.
END SPOILER
But I didn't go to the movie for a fucking commentary. Shut up for five minutes. PLEASE. Pleeeeease. Jesus Christ, you're not clever. I MISSED STUFF! I don't want to see that movie again! And now I'll never know what that
SPOILER
pythowned British Guy said!
END SPOILER
Fuck.
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Honestly, I'm sorry for sounding so bitchy. o.O I'm just venting and musing. And if you think any of that was aimed at you, it probably wasn't. But don't do it again.
Hee.
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| I have had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane! |
[ Friday, 4:36pm] |
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"Naughty by nature or perhaps more by design, these snakes don’t just dart out of toilets; they also slide up bare legs and under dresses, moving in and out of more bodily orifices than the adult-film star Ron Jeremy did in his prime."
-NY Times
I admit it.
I enjoyed myself.
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[ Wednesday, 1:31pm] |
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We are supposed to be living in a musical.
Hear me out.
Okay, you know how you always have a song stuck in your head? Sometimes you just can't rid of it no matter what you do or who you try to pawn it off on, and sometimes you think you've gotten rid of it, but you haven't really because it's just sitting in the back of your mind just waiting for something to unleash it again.
God, I can't remember what my point was.
Right, the musical. Anyway, that song in the back of your head is a some sort of vestigal genetic thing. This is why people sing things that don't need to be sung or why my mother will sing lyrics to songs to tunes she knows, SHE KNOWS, are not the right tune. She's making things up out of no where because she's developing her own musical. You're supposed to be singing because you're living in a musical. Yes, you are.
But you think you can't sing, or you can sing but society has trained you not to sing. Because the average person can't sing, and since we dont' want bad music all over the place, we've put a stigma on breaking out into song randomly.
Wait, wait. Scratch all that. We are evolving into a musical.
We can't all sing because we haven't evolved into a higher musical loving form. Some day, when we can all sing, we're going to achieve that utopic musical state. Because we'll all be able to express that song that is constantly in our heads. At first, it'll be a lesser world of covers, but eventually we'll develop whatever genes we need to successfully write our own songs. And some of them will suck, that's true. No one is a hundred percent all the time. We'll just have to evolve critic genes too. But it won't matter because we'll have evolved into our highest form: The Musical.
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| Rise, Lord Zuthulu! |
[ Wednesday, 12:55am] |
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Some Enchanted Evening - South Pacific |
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I don't blog enough.
Um.
Hung out with le peoples (Sean, David and Shona) as usual.
Whee!
Snakes on a Plane is on Thursday. Should suck. whoot.
OH AND MY SOCKS FROM http://www.sock-dreams.com CAME! THEY ARE AWESOME!
Goodnight.
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| Like Zis, Like Zat... |
[ Saturday, 10:53pm] |
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The More We Dance - Dirty Rotten Scoundrels |
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Hi guys!
I still don't have all my SDM pictures back yet... but here's one:
That's from Pippin, the show I did (most of) the makeup for. I didn't do the girl near the middle with the big heart on her cheek. Hm.
In other news, roadtripped with Sean and David and my mom to Seattle yesterday to see Moo and Dirty Rotten Scoundrels.
Both ruled, as always.
My tonsils are tonsilitisesque again.
Ow.
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