Hey!

All the bull that xanga gives you that this was written on the 26th, heck no.  This entry's from 11:58 p.m. on October 25th.  Xanga's trying to gyp me.

Crazy shit, man.  Craaazzzzyyyyy shiiiittttt.

Gack.  Finals this week.  One of the things I really hate about this block schedule is that it's October, but it feels like the end of the year.  New classes.. the play is ending.  It's like starting anew.

CRAP!  I'M A BITCH!  =O ::uber shock::

THIS IS A FUNKY FUNKY DAY.  I'm telling you, trust me on this.  Hecka funky.  Funky like a chunky monkey.. and that's pretty funky.

I liked today's play rehearsals, at least up to.. scary part right at the very end of the day.  It was my first day in a while I was off-book, so I didn't have to worry about lines (though i still worried about cues.. even moreso because i just suddenly forgot every one once my script disappeared) and I could really watch the play.  And, and, and ::gasps:: MATT'S A WHORE!  I mean, not REALLY, he's fun and wonderful but.. ::gasps::  Didn't you hear?  "Gasps."  It's very shocking.  I cannot believe him.  Cannot believe him.

Today's lesson: Quietly listen, and you will hear everything you need to hear.

i hear that your garden is full.. but is there any sweetness at all?

Bye for now.