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And you thought this account was dead. No, I'm just posting a picture for my grandparents, since they can't access it through facebook.

It's amazing. I'm exhausted. Ever listen to four plays in one day? Great fun, but my brain is fried.

I thought I'd be able to see my friends this summer. As just about every one is leaving next week. But no. Hate to sound like a bitchy teenager, but I don't want to spend the next four days with my grandparents. I am going to fucking die. I feel terrible, because I hate being around them. I don't know why. Just do. And I have to "set aside this time for them". So any one who wants to see me... unless you drop in unannounced it looks like I'm stuck.
FUCK
I FUCKING HATE SUMMER.

I feel speldiferously funkified and spunkified! Not to mention this fantastutiful bouncation I've gained.
My hair is short and floofy and I love it.

I fucking hate summer.
Heat, cleaning, no time alone, every one leaves--except for relatives who like to make time to visit. Ick. Which also means more cleaning.

What?!

"Hello Playwrights and Congratulations,

You’ve been selected to workshop your play with the company of Just Add Water West at Portland Center Stage...."

Do excuse me while I jump up and down.

What?!
Hee hee hee... conspiracy theorists are funny.
Just spent the last hour and a half reading about the supposed "clues".
Honestly, the Beatles have enough music, you could prove just about anything. Especially with the drugged out lyrics.

Though... the would be the fake Paul really doesn't look like the one I've been drawing. And that would explain why I am loath to look upon the old-man Paul. And why his chin only looks like Conor's in the first picture I drew. Hmmmm...

I'm being silly now. Some one smack me.

No, KatieKatie, I mean the actual fruit. I have found it to be the most effective way (short of running all the way around Portland hugging all my missing buddies) to avoid Summer dull-drums. That and listening to the Thermals. And some Natasha Bedwhatsit. Yep. BABIES!
And "attack[ing people] as Pacman would attack a ghost".
Oh man, I have a single white hair growing on my head. It's lovely and shiny. Mum says maybe I'll end up with a streak there. YESH! Like Rogue. Who's a sap in the X-Men movies, but awesome in the comics.
And I cleaned my room. And did a self portrait. That I will show to no one because it's not any good. Only when I'm sure I can get it right.
Phooey. Monkeys.

For anyone who would understand the irony. There are only two bear rugs in my life. They are named Rosencrantz and Guilderstern. They are quite dead. And I labled Rosencrantz "Guilderstern". And Guilderstern "Rosencrantz".
Insert theater-nut laugh here.

Shyeah. Wearing it to Bevin's today.

Meaning turkey. What an awful show. I love how my luck returns so quickly after this horrid thing's demise. Lovely day. lovelylovelylovely.
Except for the new stuff I have to do for Visions and Voices. That sucks.
But still.
Lovelylovelylovely.

I've got another show. But now I'm doing props for a movie. It's called Tinstar and the script sounds pretty nifty and it reminds me hugely of Mac.
Also an offer for an internship.
And hopefully Fever calls me in the next few months as well.

Huzzah!
I'm sad about the end of the year. I have to make sure not to lose contact with people over the summer... and on...
oh sadness.

Fuck off!
:DDD

Love to my friends. You all saved my socially challenged ass.

I was worried. Now I'm not... as much.
Love to my Mac.

"Good Mr. Wickersham, wish me fortune in my finding."

Just went to see Faust at Da Vinci MS. It was amazing.
Music: Fantastically hard core. Dramatic, without--generally--getting too...melodramatic. Well played by fantastic people. Some of the singing wanted a bit of help and the bass was out of tune by the end. But that was pretty much it as far as complaints for me in that department.
Acting: Lovely and elegantly underplayed. Beautiful moments. Some of the chorus seemed a little dead at moments, but there was a lot of great energy over all--and it is middle school anyway. The leads were Amazing.
Costume: Awesomely meshed with the feeling of the show. Lisette's was particularly effective, though I wish the angels had fit the rest of the world better.
Set: Sparce. I loved it A raked stage with an amazing texture that looking like a morbid quilt on it. One shallow trap door and a small ramp to lower in back--into hell of course.
Lights: Spotlights were spastic and coverage seemed awkward at moments. But there were some really beautiful bits as well. There was one lighting that made me shiver--it just glowed!

Jordan Beck: AMAZING as usual.

Pcc was borrowing a bear rug from the CHS drama department for their show, Swan White.
They decided to name it Grover Cleveland. How clever.
But then they decided Cleveland was too small. So I was assigned to create a new fake bear rug from a lot of fake fur and a lion mask.
I spent four more hours working on it today.
I got fake fur all over me. Finished the sideburnish area today. Then I was super slow at sewing up the legs, because I was tired. And then the sound guy came over and lay down on the body. I'll attach the head next time.
I am very tired.
The new bear's name is Rosencrantz. Because it's dead.

I love Rosencrantz.

Honest to god!
JOY!

I am never watching that show again. They just voted off the only person I ever actually liked on there. Of course, that didn't make me watch any more than five or six of the shows this season. Just another friggen beauty contest in the end. If Chris were thin and spiked his hair and had some boring square jaw he'd still be there.
What does that leave me watching? Heros. And not even that because I'm not home when that's on. Whatever. TV is disgusting.
Maybe I'll just move my elitist ass into a theatre and be done with it. As I'm obviously too good for the rest of our culture.
I'm going to shut up now. I feel kind of loopy, having spent most of the day writing and making wire roses for the cast and crew of Billum Bay.
I love our show so much.

By the by. Anyone who's planning to see it this weekend needs to make sure and make reservations. Like... Katiekatie... ? I will die of joy if Katiekatie can come too.

Mum's helping me make a prom dress essentially out of curtains with makes me super happy. And I'm going to learn how to wait... what's it called? couch? sprouch? smu--no Smock! I'm going to do some smocking! You'd better all watch your backs... Alfred's on the loose and she'll smock your pants up! All over. Smocking looks like a chain link fence. Lovely fun stuff.
Dee's arm fell off yesterday during the show.
I love the shock value of that statement. Dee the puppet. During the first few flashes. So the lights come up the first time and Abela and Dee (the actors) are playing with their respective doll/puppets. Just like every show. Blackout. I hear a little thud and the lights come back up. There's Amber (Abela, the actor, not puppet) standing there half laughing, half shocked, holding Dee's body in one hand and an arm on a stick in the other. Aurora and I (Aurora plays Herringbone) are trying very hard not to laugh. Amber comes backstage laughing sighlently. I quickly assess what broke and reatatch the arm with my hair tie, just in time for her cue.
Which made me feel super clever.
Amber whispers to me that Abela's head is also on backwards. And we have trouble not laughing.
Abela the puppet I mean.
So Dee came home with me. She's sitting on the mantle, freaking out my family, until I fix her.
Sure is weird seeing her outside of the theatre. Dee doesn't fit in the real world.
I do hope Katie can come see this thing!
Closing came way to quickly on this show.
But I look forward to this weekend more than ever. It's going to be beautiful. I found my stage ninja glove again, which I take to be a good omen.

My hands still look gruesome.
It will be very weird to have normal colored hands again when this is over.

I'm sick of this week. It should be Thursday again so I can get back to the theatre.

Love and adoration! These people are so amazing!
This week needs to go... sit in a corner and finish itself without me. I want to perfect scene ten's shift from Wickersham's bit to the song, and get the shakes out of my left hand during the long bit in scene sixteen!
Many people said they'd be coming too! Mac, Jordan, Elena and company, my little sisters, Jason, Tony, Arcadia, Jane, oh snap! I need to tell Adrienne, KatieKatie said, and and and... who else said? other people perhaps.
b.a.n.a.n.a.
Joy of joys!