249.

I just realized that it's the last day in May. I also realized that my number of blog posts has been steadily declining. Oops. I'll have to blog more often. 

I really want to get a dog. We'd travel around the world together. It'd be lovely.

One day I will do heroin and it will be wonderful. My new life goal is to do every drug known to man. This should be one hell of a ride.

248.

I just discovered that I have a bunch of poppies in my yard. This pleases me.

Sometime Lauren and I are going to go on a midnight poppy harvesting adventure. We're going to make opium. Fuck yeah.

247.

So, this weekend was pretty awesome. Unfortunately Matt didn't make it down for whatever reason, but Bryce did. We were reunited! 

Basically, Chantelle and I conveined and went to Viky's 18th at the beach for a while with Wyatt. There was a nice handfull of people there. Most of them I didn't know, but whatever. After that we went to go and get ice cream and to pick her brother up from work. After we drove him home, we went to the bus station to wait for Bryce. Wyatt and I had fun fucking around with the carts outside the station while Chantelle napped. Bryce arrived at midnight. Then we headed to Darcy's to get our drinks on.

I had never met Darcy before so I was a little apprehensive about the evening, but it turned out rather well. In the beginning, it was me, Bryce, Chantelle, Wyatt, Darcy, Holly, Stephanie, and Lauren. Stephanie left early and then Chantelle and Wyatt left to take naps. I don't remember too much of that evening, but apparently it was rather glorious. We got back to my house around five in the morning. Apparently I ran into my room, and climbed into bed despite the fact that Colton was in it. He said that he woke up and was like, "WTF?" and I just looked at him and said "Yeah, you've got to go." He wasn't pleased. When Chantelle woke me up in the morning, I discovered that Tyler Trinh had been sleeping on my couch and Andy Ringdahl had also been sleeping somewhere in my house. I was surprised.

We left around ten in the morning and puttered around downtown for a while and then went to visit the twins. Chantelle wanted to go camping with them, but I already had plans to go to a cast party that evening so we parted ways. Bryce and I went to the cast party, mingled, and didn't get home until around two in the morning. 'Twas rather nice. 

Bryce went home today. We must do this again, but with Matt as well.

246.

Yes, so Grease was amazing. Honestly, I'm so surprised that we pulled it off as well as we did. I'm impressed. Apparently we made $6700 in at-door ticket sales alone. We did well. I miss it now that it's all over.

My cat died the other day. RIP Ringo. You were a fucking awesome cat. Man, what a party animal. Farewell, sweet prince.

245. Trevor Reznik Wallpapers

Yeah, so Manny seems to think that there aren't any Trevor Reznik wallpapers out there. Now there are and Manny no longer has an excuse to not have one as his background. Mwahahaha!

244. Trainspotting - Irvine Welsh

A few months ago, Nicola had been talking to him as they walked from a party at Sighthill to one at Wester Hailes. They had been having a good crack, becoming detatched from the rest of te group. She had been very responsive, and Spud had chatted freely, high on speed. In fact, she seemed to be hanging on his every word. Spud wanted to never get to that party, wishing that they could just go on walking anad talking. They went down into the underpass and Spud thought that he should try to put his arm around Nicola. Then a passage from a Smiths' song, one he'd always liked called: 'There Is A Light That Never Goes Out', came into his head: 

and in the darkened underpass

I thought Oh God my chance has come at last

but then a strange fear gripped me

and I just couldn't ask

Morrissey's sad voice summed up his feelings. He didn't put his arm around Nicola, and his attempts to chat her up were half-arsed after that. Instead, he jacked up in a bedroom with Rents and Matty, enjoying blissful freedom from the anxiety of wondering whether or not he'd get off with her.

Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh

243.

Note to Self: Blog about this later. http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/commentary/la-oe-allen17-2009may17,0,491082.story

Ugh, I honestly can't believe some of what was said here. 

242. Manny's Instructions: Round Two

241. Manny's Instructions: Round One

240.

Aww, now I feel bad about pressuring Manny into agreeing to do that solo. He's an amazing drummer, but he doesn't like to show off and stuff and he isn't too happy about it. Ugh, fuck my life.

On a happier note: my mom and I went shopping today. She bought me a blue dress. It's pretty and I like it. She also bought me new eyeshadow and eyeliner. This pleases me greatly. I hope that my band agrees to dress up fancy for the performances because I want to wear it and I don't want to be the odd one out despite the fact that I usually am in most situations already.

239.

Musical theatre was so much better today. I think it's actually going to work out. As long as Dylan and Sean can keep out of each other's hair. Today Manny totally did a lovely drum solo. He really didn't want to do it, but with me, Meara, and all the actors all trying to convince he finally caved and sold his soul. I'm stoked to hear what he comes up with for Monday.

238.

I don't care what anyone says. Carrot Top is a fucking babe. To hell with anyone that disagrees. Oh, man, Carrot Top. 

237.

Oh, man. It has been a long time since I've blogged anything. Well, today was pretty shitty. For the first bit. It got better eventually though. Like, for example, I got a new laptop. It's beautiful. I'm madly in love with it and am using it right now. Aww yeeeah.

So, musical theatre band was terrible today. Ugh, I don't even want to get into that. Fucking hippies. Honestly, if it wasn't for Emanuel I probably would've killed someone. Grah!

On another unhappy note, I'm pretty sure that my friend Walter isn't really a friend at all. Well, basically he never hangs out with me outside of class, he rarely ever talks to me outside of class or the spare block we used to have at the same time. In addition to that, he'll invite a vast quantity of people to a party and I'll be the only one not invited. I think he's either embarassed by me, or he just doesn't like me and he'd feel bad just telling me to fuck off and leave him alone. Ugh, fuck my life.

236. History Facebook Statuses: April 27 2009

Oh my God! It's the ghost of Kennedy!

What's the difference between a Jew and a canoe? A canoe tips.

Hebrew is read fromm right to left because that's the same way a Jew reads a menu.