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.)

Greek!

My latest TV obsession....because Scott Michael Foster

is hot like wasabi, but now that Cappie's dating Rebecca I am actually starting to like her, which is really annoying. But I digress....
I really logged on to bitch about the Gossip Girl obsession. Here is a short list of things that I hate about this show:

• Vanessa has hair
• Rufus Humphery is hot
• Dan is hot (ish)
• NEITHER OF THEM ARE SUPPOSED TO BE HOT!!!!!
• even though I don't exactly mind........but still

Despite the fact that most of my friends are completely obsessed with the show, as well as having a deep desire to bear Chace Crawford's babies (yes, even some of the guys).

A funny website

Hope to have HSM pics soon!

The follow-up

a follow-up on yesterday's post:
first of all, all of you hipster types, don't hate me for being in HSM. because even though I didn't really do anything important, i can now be like "oh yes, dahling, I performed at the orpheum".
But, what they really had us do was this:

• sit in the bleachers
• cheer during "We're All In This Together"
• listen to Sharpay tell Ryan how badly she needed to fart (this was onstage)

Sorry, no pictures - i'm kicking myself for forgetting my camera. but some other people got a funny picture of my friend R pretending to pull the fire alarm and the sign in the bathroom that said "please aim".
Oh yeah, and they had like this little sign that gave instructions for condom use. don't ask me why.

Anyone miss me?

Obviously not. And so I will just get on to today's little burst of hilarity:

A One-Act Play:
Setting - dance class, this afternoon
my friend C: Hey, when guys do a royale and squeeze their thighs together, doesn't it HURT?
me: ummm, probably
C: But I just don't KNOW!
me: I think they have like cups or something....
C: Well, I need to - hey, you!
our friend F: wha?
C: does it hurt what you do a royale?
F: Huh?.....no.....
me: *cracks up madly, while C beams and F just looks confused*

Not much posting going on this weekend - I'm stuck in end-of-year project hell.
but I will be making an appearance on friday night at the orpheum in sanfran :)