love is stronger than death

I hate private school kids.
At dances, the girls dance in a circle and the guys stand around and PICK ONE.

It's sickening. Gahhhh.

So Monday night was a cast party.
Tonight I had rehearsal, and tomorrow night I have rehearsal. I'm pretty sure I have rehearsal on Thursday, and a meeting on Friday. There is a major work day on Saturday.

Like every single fucking day, theatre, theatre, theatre.
It's still summer, and I don't get to hang out with my friends. Wahhhh.

HURRICANE DEAN
I'm only making fun because, thank God, it's not coming to Houston.

So Maine was reediculous.
Basically because everyone there is the jock/country club type. Generally I'm not stereotypical, but there's no better way to  describe them.  I was pretty much alone. And most of the activities revolved around going to the country club where all the country club types would hang out. So I read my summer reading, and finished it. Basically.
But yeah, it was weird because I ran into one of my  arch rivals from middle school on the plane ride home. And at first I felt really uncomfortable, until I realized that this is the first time I've felt that way in years. And then I realized that I really don't give a shit about what other people think about me, and I really couldn't care less about being popular, or cool. Which is a really good feeling.
And then I realized I lost my chapstick.
Such is life.

And now I have rehearsals from 9-4 everyday. Goodbye social life.

the crazy awesome shirt me and my friend made today. she has one too, but hers is different.
basically this is like my new favorite shirt. cause it's like harry potter and sticking it to the man, all in one.

This is weird for me.
I have had several MindSay accounts before this one [See juhnet and banetjering and suckywaffle. There was another one, randomangryteen, but it got deleted. And for the record, I've grown up, A LOT since I wrote the last real entry in juhnet. I'm about to be a junior, and I haven't blogged since the end of my freshman year]. And each time, all of my school friends had MindSays too, so it was like awesome, sweetness. People to talk to you know?? And now its like SUP I'm alone. At least on MindSay. Because now all of my friends are a. anti-blogging or b. anti-social networking sites.
But I like to write. It's theraputic. And I like to write and get feeback. So I'm here. Chillin.

But yeah, the taxi gets here at 5:30 tomorrow to take me to the airport. That means I'll get 3 hours of sleep, max. But I'm in for a 4 hour plane ride and a 5 hour car ride, so I think I'll be okay, sleepwise. When I show up to my grandma's house in Ilseboro, ME. For a week. I might find internet. Maybes?

So, anyways. Back to the subject. Bellatrix Lestrange.
Damn, she was so badass. Like, if you fucked with her that bitch would cut you. And that's not an empty threat. Also, she has wicked awesome hair. She didn't care about anyone but old Voldy and herself. And she was practically Voldy's second in command. Basically, baddest bitch on the block.

Btw, Harry Potter is my current obsession. I've read the second book twice, cried both times, and seen the movie twice. [Okay that was an accident, I didn't really want to see it again. But the fight scenes were really cool.]

Ugh the ad for the White Stripes is bothering me. Because its like they were trying to make it seem continuous but it doesn't really work. At all. Its bugging me.