Do not smoke the sprinkles

Eeeep, last night was crazy and weird. as was last day. but let me start from the beginning.....
(note: this will be a long-ass post. well, long for me anyway)
yesterday was preview day for the play at my school, which basically means we drive around to elementary schools all day and have little kids gawk at us as we perform the same scene like five times. as you may have noticed, I have a thing for lists, so this is what transpired:

• My friend V has to wear a long white beard as part of his costume, and as a result was mauled by an entire first-grade class screaming "Santa Claus!"
• I discovered that in my costume, I look like a combination of a gay elf, Peter Pan, and one of the Merry Men
• We all serenaded a slightly freaked-out looking pizza guy when we went to Round Table (in our costumes)tip of the iceberg. but later that night:

• my friend L came over and we found a massive jar of sprinkles in my kitchenwe debated whether or not sprinkles were smokeable
• we did not try at risk of burning down my house
• later, we went to a party at my friend H's house; where Guitar Hero and improv games were enjoyed by all (yeah, we're drama geeks like that)
• I got pics of my friend S in several positions during "freeze" that may call his sexual orientation into question....such is the nature of the game!

Oh, and if you are reading this, T, I WANT MY SKINNY JEANS BACK. YOU'VE HAD THEM FOR LIKE 3 MONTHS. NOW GIVE THEM BACK. It's not fair that you're a guy and yet you look better in them than I do.

Memorial Day plans? my friend A is having her birthday party at the St Francis on Sunday, where I'm sure having a suite all to ourselves will result in terrible acts of teenage debauchery.

have a fun weekend!

I could live on the pier...

Seriously, I totally could.
Why, you ask? On my trip to Pier 39 with a bunch of my friends on Tuesday, I:

• ate what must have been my weight in unlawfully delicious cinnamon minidonuts
• rode on the carousel until I couldn't walk straight for the next ten minutes
• bought a Godfather poster (yaaaay!)
• got a glittery star on my face and started the Glittery Star Age (don't even ask)

And this is why I might get a tent and just live there. Except maybe not, because there was this weird hobo by the parking lot who kept going "Money for the horny! Money for the horny!" My friend S took a picture of him and put it on MySpace. Long story short, I am deffo going back very very soon...
In other installments of my life, the girls in my grade continue the search for the perfect grad dress. Fortunately, I found mine ages ago:









Plus shoes:









And so far, we have no word on the grad dance theme....I think everyone voted for either rave (how can we have a proper rave with parent chaperones?) or disco (lame. so lame.)