Poetry is porn for the intelligent.

"I heard Tom Wolfe is giving a speech at Lincoln Center... Well, of course we're going to throw poo at him!"

"If you have any poo, fling it now."

"Cute n' Cuddly, boys. Cute n' Cuddly."

"Physically fit, physically fit. Physically, physically, physically fit..."

Those are a few lines from the movie "Madagascar." They need to correct accents and such, but you get the idea. The movie is a whole lot funnier late at night when you've had lots of sugar... Yeah.

My play went SO well tonight! Oh, I was so excited. The crowd was awesome. It was the best we'd ever done it. I was so glad when it was over. I'll miss Lucy, but she will always be a part of me now. All the characters I have played are a part of me still. I love them dearly, even if I don't like some of them.
My director, Jocelyn, came backstage when it was over and jumped up and down almost squealing, she was so happy. She kept encouraging us beforehand, but I think part of it was her being nervous. It is over, but it was a great experience. ::sigh:: So happy...

And so much less sick!

As I was changing out of my costume (we still had to strike and set for the other three plays that night), I was praising God like mad. Beforehand, I was praying for strength in a British accent. I am not sure if I prayed as a Brit after or not. Oh well...

Good times!

I have a cold. This is very bad timing. I have a show on Thursday and two papers due in the next two days. It might help my character out if she sounded sick, but I don't think that would help me, the actor, out any.

The papers are easy, but I am not focused (probably due to the cold).

I need prayer.

On a better note, I can see Christmas break through the tunnel of finals, and it looks good. I am going to read like crazy and drink soup. Yes.. For a month! Well, almost. And next semester looks good. Fun things, apart from the math class I am taking. I dislike math in a classroom setting. I did go to Math Competition that one time. Oh yeah, that was awesome!

Nathan Moore is real and he comments. Whoa. I thought he was like Tom on myspace. Tom has predetermined answers to things. I think if you IM him, he says woot or something. Nathan is real, but is he actually the guy in the pictures? Those could be stock photos. I like a good conspiracy every now and again.

Oy, my sanity is ebbing.

Maybe I will post. Sometimes. Occasionally. When I feel like it. Yes.

So, my family got our Christmas tree today. My dad just had surgery on his sinuses, so he wasn't supposed to lift more than 5lbs. Guess who totally man-handled that tree. ME! Thank you, I am an Amazon. I seem to have been the runt. Anyway... In carrying said tree, I got sapped. I am serious, that thing was super-injected with sticky goodness. I also got a bit of tree in my eye. NOTE: Don't try to get bark out of your eye if your hands are full of sap. So we got the tree home, and my hands were covered. I washed them with soap, but the sap clung like Napalm. My mom said, "You can use Soft Scrub." Well, it worked, but my hands still smell like bleach. I washed them with regular soap afterward. They then smelled like berry bleach.

I can't win.

The tree, however, looks lovely. It is filled with random ornaments of varying materials: wood, plaster, paper, that spongy green stuff that tastes like salt... Yes, our family has gathered some weird ornaments over the years. Our tree looks... Homey. Heh, that's a good word. But I wouldn't change it.

I probably won't be posting on here. I mostly just got it so that I could stalk all of my friends. I have a facebook, though. Um, but I don't write on that, either. Man... I am so boring!