My last real Encore show is done. And I am sad.
So let's distract me with some fun memories, shall we?
I wanted to mention that I spent an hour one night watching That 70's Show in the Chorus room with Pat, Gerry, and Vanessa. It was great fun, and we all knew and sang the theme song. Loudly and off key. Ha ha ha!
Becky: *The line is "Your virture is my privelige"* Your virginity is my privilege!
Aaron: Puck's supposed to be an effeminante male. In our case...it's Renee.
I tripped over my scooter on the way offstage. Ouch.
Pat: Arise my love! *Bart raises sword, slowly and phallicly*
Lydia moved her hand when Bart and Pat went to kiss. Hahahahahahaha!
Pat: With hands as pale as milk! *Hold up hands, while wearing white gloves.*
Me: *Lipstick in hand* Where does this go?
Kristen: In Pat's purse.
Paul twitches when he pretends to sleep. I wonder if he twitches when he really sleeps?
Then the music awards and senior recital...Yeah.
Mrs Hart: I felt just like a mother hen with all my little ducklings. (Ok Woman, let's just get this straight. Hens DO NOT HAVE DUCKLINGS.)
Today, I love you, because the Pope is Catholic; some Rabbis are Jewish; and the wind blows North. Sometimes.
Today I hate uptightness.
If there was ever any doubt that I am the Encore Mother, all that is removed today.
Becky forgot her English homework, which she needed for her C Block class, at home. I do not have a C Block. Therefore, I went to her house and got it, then delivered it to Mr. French's room about ten minutes into class. Did I feel like a mother? Yes. Did I mind? Not really, no. Do I love Becky? Yes, like a fat kid in pink. (Don't ask. But it means A LOT)
And the best part was that after I tried to get in the locked door, then put in the super secret code to unlock it, and snuck in all sneaky like, and went to the dining room table like a secret agent, THERE WAS BECKY'S MOTHER And I tell you that she was awfully calm for seeing a strange and unexpected girl in her house at 11:00am when most children that age are in school. So I grabbed the papers and left.
It was exciting, let me tell you.
Nothing else for today.
Today I hate the fact that I never get to be in the All State Parade again...
Today I love being a Mother Figure
The other day in band Mr. Whitman goes "Now you're all looking at me like I have six heads. Well, I do. The other five are at home in a closet."
And in Physics that day I brought Mr. Welch back his really expensive parabolic mirror, and as I handed it to him he goes "Ah! Mah baby!" So I went back to my seat and said to Kathryn "I really hope he was talking about the mirror and not me..." To which Brian said "You could sue him for sexual abuse." He meant sexual harassment, I'm sure, because the thought of Mr. Welch sexually abusing anyone or anything is just very very very very very wrong. In fact, sex and Mr. Welch should never be used in the same sentence, except "Mr. Welch has never had sex."
Then yesterday we played with fire in Physics. I like fire, but I can't light matches, because they scare me and I freak out. So I said to Ryan "You'll have to light my candle" which was very dirty but he didn't know that. But after a bit I decided to be brave and light my own candle. Which is also dirty.
And today Kathryn and I were discussing how it's waaaaaaaay too cold for anyone to be wearing a skirt that violates the dress code, and just as we asked "Who would do that?" Maria walked in with a very very short skirt. So there you go.
Today I love THE PROM IS TOMORROW!
Today I hate making eye contact with someone on the opposite side of a bathroom stall door than you.
Has my journal been boring lately? No one seems to read it anymore...I think it's still pretty interesting.
On that note, big ass band festival today.
Don't ask me how we were. I really thought we did fantastic, but since I am the only one who thinks so, perhaps I am wrong. I also think I'm tone deaf. It all sounded in tune to me, and then they're all like "None of it was in tune" Fuck.
Don't ask me how the other bands were. I was exhausted and I slept through them. They were however very soothing, and I did hear some very nice crechendoes.
At lunch Gerry and Paul and I decided on this slogan: Sex: my antidrug.
Funniest thing ever: : :
Drew Peterson. Straight A student. Math whiz. Fluent in French as well as English. Athletic. Also musical. Picture him, standing at the back of a bus, trombone case in hand, trying to open the door by pulling the handle down. Perplexed by his lack of success. Totally ignoring the GIANT ARROW pointing up. Completely baffled when someone inside the bus pulls the handle up. Saying "Well, that explains it." Ahh, Drew.
But anything is better than going to school.
Today I love that I'm going to Myrtle Beach in like 3 days!
Today I hate drugs.
BREAKING NEWS! Mr. Whitman hates Kelli. Yup. That's the only conclusion I can draw from his behavior in band yesterday. He started to conduct, and then threw his baton at Kelli. (Well ok, to be perfectly honest I think it was an accident, but then he expected us to keep playing, like an identified flying pointy object hadn't just hit one of us in the face, so it's more fun to think he hates Kelli and then be mad at him...)
And rehersal tonight was actually quite productive...Only Paul CANNOT FOCUS WHEN DANCING! And he's very stiff. The Merengue, which we are dancing, is not stiff. Karla, babe, when you feel better get that man to loosen up! In a non-sexual way.
KARLA AND BECKY GET WELL SOON! I love you both.
Although Paul is funny. He was lying on his side on the stage with his script in front of him and me facing him, and he looks down at the script, and then at me, and goes "Hermia, I feel like there's something between us..."
And then Bart had a plastic hanger in his belt to be his sword, and when he went to stab himself with it, after drawing it out all dramatically, it broke in half and a piece of it went flying. LMFAO!
That's all for today folks!
Today I love the Merengue
Today I hate not knowing what grade I got on my Physics test.
Three random things that I found enormously amusing.
1. Mr. Whitman: (Waving his baton) See this? It only waves around in the air! I can't fix instruments in a single day; you all think it does magic but it doesn't! (This is funny because I immideately conjured an image of Whitman in a pointy hat and wizard robes, waving his baton madly and speaking Latin...See what Harry Potter has done to me?)
2.Aaron has a little squishy figure of Bush, for the purpose of smushing. Dustin: He's been Bushwhacked. (Who loves bad puns? I do.) (Also, life is so much happier when you give up trying to hate Dustin and just laugh at him.)
3. Jess: Long, long ago, in good King Arthur's day, Mrs. Archer had control of Encore. (Isn't that the truth....She's that old and it's been at leats that long since she was in control.)
Today I love rehersal. It just makes me happy.
Today I hate calc tests. They just makes me stressed.
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