Playing for 24 hours....

Who needs MLIA when you have me?

Today was the craziest, the most fun day I've had in a really long time. It was also really really weirdd...

I'll give you some background: I decided to participate in the 24 hour play put on by our school by the Thespian (TH-espian. NOT Lesbian. I just wanted to clarify) Society. It's this little thing where blah bluh blahblah bluh BLAH! I'm not going to explain. If you can't figure it out by the name, then you're stupid. Anyway, so I decided to try out this counfangled 24 hour play thing, thinking it was something to do for the weekend. Little did I know that it would be much, MUCH more.....

(Ominous pause!)

So, the morning actually wasn't that weird. I arrived at the school at the predetermined time, and I got a script for the play I was going to be in. Oh man. I suppose you couldn't count this as the first weird thing that happened.

If you know me at all, then you know that I'm a preppy, self-absorbed, technology obsessed Republican who supports all kinds of crap like Anti-Abortion laws being passed, The Christian Identity Church, Sarah Palin (who is a wonderful advocate for Alaska), and steak and potatoes.

At this point, you must be thinking to yourself, Wow, this is nothing like the person I know. And if you are thinking this, like I hope, then you are ABSOLUTELY RIGHT! I just wanted to see if you were paying attention. Anyway, all of the things I listed above are the exact opposite of me. (I'm not preppy, {I am in fact a closet punk}, I am not really self absorbed {although some would argue otherwise}, I am actually really bad with technology {Hey, can anyone tell me how to load pictures onto Facebook?}, I am a Democrat {woo, baby!} who is completely pro-choice, I think the Christian Identity Church is a cult, and Sarah Palin is a ditz who I am ashamed to admit is from the same state as me.

So when I found out that my role in the play was a morticians Goth daughter, I was naturally thrilled. Finally I had an occasion to pull out all of my goth clothes from the closet. But it ran deeper than that: this role was made for me, whether it was know at the time of the writing or not. I was goth, I loved twilight (more than anyone could know.... actually, the password to my computer account is still EdwardCullenisaHOTTIE.... Aannnd that was probably more than you needed to know.), and I am by nature a sinister person. Dead people are prreetttty sinister.

So the fun commenced. But like I said, nothing really weird happened until around lunch time.

I wasn't really going to do anything for lunch, so I decided to go to Bolivia Sniff-Terrain's house... (Uh, this is definitely NOT an alias for Olivia Snortland, but if it was, but it's NOT, but if it was I would apologize to her for the bad alias. It's late. I'm tired. It seems funny now, but it will be a train wreck in the morning.) Anyway, we went to her house, and her older sister was there, and her sister's two friends.

I know what you're thinking: Um...That's not weird. What are you smoking.

(In reality, I actually don't have a clue what you're thinking by this point. But I'm generally a good guesser.....?)

They were all sitting around the kitchen table wearing Star Trek uniforms (I say Star Trek because I actually am a big enough nerd to tell the difference. Thanks mom.)

Yeah. That's weird enough in itself.

I'm going to skip the rest of that little visit, because..... Well, no explanation is needed. Let's just leave it at that.

Next thing that happened to me. It's a story:

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It the play that I was in, I had to make out with a make shift Edward Cullen blow up doll. I know, I know. Ha. Ha. (Hehehehehhe). We were practicing, and it was the first time I had rehearsed with the blow up doll (which was actually a sex toy from Spencer's. He now lives in my room, and there will be pictures to come. I'm thinking about making him my official mascot.) And, naturally, I kept cracking up. Seriously. Like little-girl-who-has-just-been-told-a-super-naughty-joke giggles.

(Speaking of jokes: How do you keep a monkey in suspense?)

Anyway. I decided to go into a practice room so that I could practice and get all of the laughing out of my system. So, uh, I went into the practice room, and, ah--well, carried on. I can't give you exact details, because I never kiss and tell, but you can probably gather what kind of "practicing" I was doing.

So, I'm "practicing," and then I look up, and Mr. Protruding Bellybutton is watching me through the window of the Orchestra Room. (By the by, if you didn't know, Mr. PBB is the Orchestra Teacher.)

He gave me this really strange look, which I can only assume had to do with the fact that my make shift Edward Cullen blow up doll was on top of me and smeared with my chap stick.

I ran.

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So, that was undoubtedly the most embarrassing moment of my High School Career. I can only thank GOD that I'm not in Orchestra.

So it was pretty chill for the rest of the day... I had so much fun I thought my brain would explode (which doesn't really make sense, because why would fun make your brain explode?)

I got to wear my goth dress up clothes, which was kick ass. Except i had a hard time getting the make-up off, and when I washed the red styling gel out of my hair, I freaked out for a second and started examining my body for the source of the bleeding. Ha ha. Oops. Sometimes I just don't think.

All in all, chalk this up to a good experience. I'm glad I did it because....

Are you ready? This is where I get all soft and gushy and sentimental on you. If you don't think you can take the love (That Means You, Lord Voldemort)... (Oh my god, I'm such a dork), then I advise you not to read any further.

I'm glad I did this because I met new people, and I became comfortable around some other people that I knew before, but never really talked to much. It was liberating to be around people who are similar to you, but appreciate your special bran of Au De Unique (hey, that sounded French!). I know I could have loosened up even more than I did, but for an introvert, tonight was pretty. damn. impressive. I gotta say. I also talked a lot. Or, maybe it wasn't that much but it felt like a lot to me. I shared probably more than I should have/was wanted at the time. But oh well. No Regrets!!!!

I need to sleep. Goodbye. Thanks for reading. Go kick some (metaphorical) ass!

Okay, that was kind of an abrupt ending, I know. So here's a little something to soften the blow: This entry has become a can of sardines on the empty shelf of a kitchen cupboard. Crammed full of sardines (in the metaphorical sense: Personality), and you really don't want to eat it, but since it's the only thing in an empty cupboard, you really have no choice...

Um. Sorry. That was a really weird metaphor, and when I started it, it make sense, but now.... I'm going to stop this entry before it becomes incriminating. Or, uh... any more incriminating than it already is.

Hot tip: Watch "The Labyrinth"with David Bowie in it. One of my all time favorite movies. Of. All. TIIIIIiiiime.!.