Sacha Baron Cohen and Will Ferrell should publicly make out once a day. Or more. Angels in America is over. THNXGOD! Now I must return to the world of academia. Three months and one day until I leave for Scotland. Speaking of Scotland, I think I'll watch the Big Train Braveheart sketch starring Simon Pegg about six more times before I go to bed tonight. Mmmmm. Tiny pony. Then I will watch his bikini dance about nine times. And have very sweet dreams.

Then I will spend the next few days stressing big time about this paper for Erickson's class.

Then on Wednesday I will go see Pirates of the Caribbean, FINALLY.

And then I will stress about all my other classes.

Yesterday was the worst day ever. Boooo alcohol sux sometimes.

K yeah I appear to be out of practice in my journaling as this entry makes little sense. Bye?

I am in a terrible mood, but it helps knowing that I will be in a FAR better one starting at around 11:30 tonight, when I get home from dumbass mothereffing rehearsal. The rehearsal last night was an absolute piece of shit. I can't begin to explain how uncomfortable it is to sit in the same spot, pelvic bones digging into the ground, hunched over like Quasimodo and leaning to the far right holding on to a blisteringly hot and freakishly heavy stage light with both hands for 5 hours after a very long day of classes. Meanwhile, idiots are telling you stupid things over the headset, yelling at me for doing something wrong when you did it EXACTLY LIKE THEY TOLD ME TO AND THEY, IN FACT, WERE INCORRECT IN THE FIRST PLACE. I got so frustrated last night that I secretly cried three seperate times. Crying is totally acceptable, I've decided, because a) no one can see me so they have no clue, b) the water from the tears helps cool me off, and c) at least it gives me something to do! I also burnt the side of my hand at one point (and that's why I cried the first time) but instead of running it under cold water or taking some kind of break to calm down, I had to keep holding the light with it... So waves of heat were just blasting my burn. It felt awesome. Pain is great, right? I spent about half of the night mouthing obscenities and dramatically displaying both middle fingers to people who could not see me. I was also a huge bitch on the headset but I don't care. I will never see any of these people again after this year. They can suck it. I could barely get out of bed this morning since my neck and back and right shoulder are all screwed up now. I was all stiff. It was actually a little scary.

But whatever. I get to watch two amazing hours of LOST tonight (albeit late) so I guess I'll be able to get through today. HOWEVER, I will be forced to smack a bitch the next time I hear the words "iris in," "focus on your characterrr," or "hotspot." Dear sweet lord, please restrain me from saying the F word to anyone over the headset. Please.

Now for more class.

P.S. Look how cute this picture is!



Weee!!!!