Not No Animal In The Zoo.

Wednesday night was eventful and a ton of fun, but I do believe it has set a chain reaction of events resulting in my downfall.

First I went to Mira Costa College's make-up final, where students showed off characters they had created. There was a ton of really cool costumes and make-up. My friend basically reincarnated Davey Jones from Pirates of the Caribbean, and it was amazing. Another guy turned his friend into Stitch from Lilo and Stitch. The list goes on; needless to say all of it was incredible.





Afterwards, I went to a bar for my friend's birthday. THAT was awesome because there was karaoke. Consequentially, I am now horrendously addicted to karaoke. Let's see... I sang "Jump Around," "Rehab," "Sweet Transvestite," and "When You're Good To Mama." It was jolly good fun! Time flew by. I had only planned on staying until 10pm, 10:30 tops. But next thing I knew it was quarter to midnight.

The next morning, after six hours of sleep, I awoke with a scratching in my throat. It felt like my throat was dry, but no amount of moisture could, I suppose, "lube" it up. I figured this was just from singing and cheering the other night, until that evening, when I suddenly felt like an army of angry hammers was pulverizing me. Ba da bing ba da boom, I am now sick. I spent today sewing and watching "What Women Want" on TBS. Stupid movie. But! I have a fully functioning dress now. On Thursday during Dance, we cleaned out the costume room and sorted which stuff the Dance department would be keeping, and which it would throw out. Our instructor told us we could have whatever was in the discard pile, and instantly, the dance room turned into a swap meet. I made off with four dresses, but some of them don't fit so I have to do a little altering. They're all the same cut of dress, but they all have different fabric patterns, and they are all adorable. But I tell you, it's been a process picking off all the sequin frills and hot glue. I want cute dresses, not a closet of circus get-ups... though most would argue that I do.

Now is a very inconvenient time for me to be sick because I am considerably the busiest I've been all year. Everything is on my shoulders at this point, and it's driving me out of my gourd. But the second I ask for help, the phrase, "If you want something done right you've gotta do it yourself" loops in my mind. Or people just don't pull through. Or they give me attitude. Or all three! Joy of all spectacular joys!

As of late, I have put zero emphasis on making nice with anyone. This year has been a lonely one for me. It's uncomfortable sometimes, but being raised to follow the American mindset of 'looking towards the future', I just think ahead to after graduation. Pardon my French, but f**k El Camino. Just how many people retain close bonds with their high school friends? You only make friends to give you something to do while you're there. Once it's over, who gives a darn? My peers just annoy me more and more with every passing day. Three weeks... three weeks until I don't have to deal with an egotistical jackass, a self-glorifying druggie, a wanna-be Demetri Martin, an orange floozy who doesn't own pants, a racist bitch; need I go on? I just don't see the benefit of tolerating anyone at this point. Why do they still tolerate each other? Me? DO they tolerate me? Am I tolerable? Who's pants are these?

Isn't cynicism adorable? Hot Topic thinks so.

I'm doing Actor's Academy this Summer, which I'm pretty sure I've mentioned before. I am not, however, visiting my aunt in Hawaii, because the airlines are strict about their "No Mercy" policy. They've given my aunt one hell of a time trying to move the flight, but in the end it's all too much. This is very saddening and stressful, but what's a person to do? On the upshot, I'm grateful to do be doing AA. It's something educational and useful, and it will occupy my Summer. That is, when I'm not babysitting, that is, if I get any sort of babysitting gig. I've posted offers on various websites; so far no bites. I'm a good sitter. Well, I like to think so. But I have no more references because I never kept phone numbers, and I haven't actually formally sat in a while. I've done plenty of stuff at home with my little sister and her friends, but that doesn't count for much in the real world.