5/23/03, 10:10am.
Ditch Day rocks my socks.
Ah yes. That annual tradition where Seniors take off a day of school because they are too fucking hungover...

Or not. Well, it's before prom, so I'm taking advantage of this time to do a bunch of shit that needs to get done. The list is as follows:

Things to do today: (Not necessarily in this order)
- Go shopping with the girls
- Go to Starbuck's with Carly
- Bring back Starbuck's to school for some of my theatre kids/younger friends
- Pack for Prom weekend (I need like...3 outfits plus pajamas)
- Write my theatre class notes
- Try on my prom dress, with jewelry and shoes...just to make sure. ;-)
- Shop for nail polish
- Shop for toeless or foot-less pantyhose

This will entail going to Sam's Club...probably stopping by Walgreen's, and a potential Ulta3 run. I better get cracking, time is of the essence! :-* Mwah!

5/18/03, 11:01pm.
I could say "I'm sorry" but we both know that it won't mean a thing
*sigh* Today has sucked.

I'm having some serious computer issues. I currently have a CD stuck in my CD-RW drive, and it won't read. Unfortunately, this is the CD that I have all my digital pictures on. And I had some really good ones!! But it's being stupid and not working.

I've also been having issues with a few websites, which I'm hoping is not my browser's fault, because I might have to beat it.

I have so much work to get done, and no ambition. The most successful thing I did all day today was nap for about 2 and a half hours. And I really shouldn't have. I'd say that my current away message sums it all up nicely:
I hate homework, this computer, my CD-RW drive, teachers who give finals despite the fact that I'm getting an A, altering my prom dress, this stupid strapless bra, having so much work to do, not being able to access my clubphoto album, not having any money, having no ambition to do work, having the longest 5 days of school left EVER.

Yes, I'm bitchy. You can bite me.

And on that note...I'm off. Any suggestions for making my fucking CD burner to work should be emailed to me. I'd appreciate it greatly.

5/12/03, 9:30pm.
I've always loved the visual arts...
I figured I should update soon before I started getting yelled at again.

So there are 8 days of high school left. EVER. I don't think it's quite sunk in yet, because classes have just become so boring and unbearable, that it's really hard to think of anything but trying to make the clock run faster. So lately I've discovered (or perhaps rediscovered) the art of sketching. I love to sketch. All I need is a pen and...it's just great. It passes time, and has the benefit of being art. It really makes me wish I would have taken a visual arts course while in high school. But...8 days left. Oh well.

It definitely hasn't hit me that in just 22 days (until graduation), there will be people that I never see again, ever, in my life. It's odd, but there's just so much else going on, with über huge prom planning, theatre night, end of the year concerts, end of the year papers (3 of them), that everything seems to be dragging on. Some day I will look back and wish that I had this time back. I will wish that I had days that drag with friends like mine. But for now...is is June 4th yet?

5/05/03, 9:24pm.
"There is nothing on earth that we share, it is either Valjean, or Javert!"
So I've been listening to a criznazy load of Miss Saigon lately, due to the fact that we are singing a medley in Chorale, and along with that comes Les Miserables, because...well...same composer and lyricist. It just works like that.

What else? Oh! Last night I was certain that I was going to be personally escorted by Satan to the depths of hell. Why? Well, I had this really bad sore throat. And it made it painful to breath. So instead of sleeping, I rolled around uncomfortably for 3 hours. As I told Rob: Last night, I got sporatically sick to the point where I was too exhausted to do any work, but I just tossed and turned for a few hours while my throat felt like it was being burned by the sun and I couldn't breath without it hurting and I thought I was going to die. But I came to school today anyway. That's right, I went to school anyway. Got forbid I miss on of the 14 days we have left!

I think that's about it. I finished my last Foreign Policy diaries EVER, and I can't say that I'm that sad about it.

OH! And this weekend was the Spring Play. It was a huge hit and I got SO MANY complements. It was very odd because on the crew side of things, you rarely get any, or they are very generic since people don't know what exactly it is that you do. But when teachers and other students recognize you from the stage, they have a basis upon which to say "you were really great" or "that was an excellent performance." Which I heard a lot of. From several students and staff that I don't even know. It's a really good feeling, especially after the hard work the Company class put into it. It paid off well! ;-)

It's also my half-birthday today. 18 and a half. Wow.

*Sends Pat subliminal messages to buy a Senior kick-ball shirt*