So, here's today:
I woke up incomprehensibly cold. Yes. I was so cold that I found myself confused. But can you blame me? My "heater" is literally six inches from my face when I sleep at night, and that puppy is on all 9 hours... and when I wake up I feel no difference from standing on my porch and sitting on my bed? What the hell, man? So I'm feeling a little dissed by my heater.
BUT!
I complained to Dad about it, and as the scores indicate:
Work Independently Towards A Solution: 0
Complain: 5444471830
it got something done. I have new heater... this one moves, and it shows you what temperature it's putting out. Plus a timer! Gee whiz pop!
Ms. Shortman returned to class today as Mrs. Shortman, or Mrs. Homsher. She said she's not sure if she wants to change her surname, and if she does it won't be until next year. Cool. Speaking of cool... she brought the whole class wedding cake! I know what you're thinking, and yes, my teacher is definitely better than your teacher. The cake was delicious... but sickeningly decadent. The frosting... ohhh the frosting... it was a block of sugar and butter dropped on top of a banana cake. Yeah, I thought banana was a little weird too... I mean, when you imagine your wedding cake, is it banana flavored? I dunno... that just struck me as bizarre. At any rate, I couldn't be happier for Mrs. Shortman, who I will still refer to as Ms. Shortman out of habit.
We're reading Jane Austen... Now, I don't want to knock it 'til I've tried it, but let's just say I'm not as excited about this unit as I was the Shakespeare one.
After class I was running around the theatre trying to get everything in order: where's the wig, where's the skull, I can't find the skull, I left the skull at home, where's Mitch, where are the keys to the costume room, where's Luiza, we need to run a technical rehearsal, where's Mitch, where's my script, we need a dress rehearsal, where's Mitch, why is Mrs. Nicastro annoyed at me right now, where's Mitch, the wig doesn't fit, the dress doesn't fit, we can't find Fernando pants, how the hell do we get this wig on, there's a vocal rehearsal and I'm not at it, running, running, running every which way.
And that's what tomorrow is going to be.
[breath]
In other news, I'm excited for Friday at midnight. I'm taking my sister to the Rocky Horror Picture Show for the first time. And, this is one of the rare 5th Fridays of a month, so it's a themed night. Unfortunately, it's "Drunk Cast" night, which means dressing up won't be as big a part of it for my virgin sister, but I have a feeling it'll still be a really good time. My two friends Luiza and Cristina are coming too, and Luiza's man... Heather is bringing along about 5 of her teeny-boppers as well. We'll be a grand old bunch... I can't wait to slaughter the virgins.
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