Rehearsal Update

I'm home from my rehearsal.

I've been to twelve rehearsals in my life.

This was the WORST EVER.

Terrible. Horrible. No good. Very bad.

The stage is so much smaller than any of us remember, and we are a HUGE class. Like, twenty girls. On a smallish stage. We were constantly running into each other. No one could do well. Disaterous.

I messed up a little in every dance except the tap, which is my favorite, so that was good. The ONLY good thing.

We had four dances in the first half, so that means we have to dance, go back stage and transform ourselves in like five minutes. STRESSFUL MUCH??

THEN THINGS GET WORSE. A LOT WORSE.

Okay, so my mom and Lizzy and I are on the way home, and I'm griping about how bad I did, and asking Lizzy if she saw this really amazing girl with red hair dance (if you're reading this, Meredith, it's you). Then my eyes get all wide and wild as I say in a panicking voice,

"GO BACK! I FORGOT MY MAKE-UP BAG!!"

My mom freaks, we swerve around and start speeding back to the auditorium.

I know. You're thinking, okay, it's a make-up bag. Bad, but not THAT bad. I mean, you'll just have to put your make-up on at the auditorium instead of at home. No real biggie.

Hahahahaha. If only it were that simple.

MY PHONE WAS IN THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*panicks all over again*

My beautiful red LG shine was in there. Who knows if someone got it?? I need my phone! If someone finds it, they'll be able to steal it and run up charges and do who-knows-what with it! AND the make-up was a pretty significant problem, too, I mean, I love that stuff. But my PHOOOOOOOOOOONE!!

So we race back to the auditorium, my mom lecturing me about why didn't I keep up with it, why did I even bring my phone back there in the first place, etc. etc. I'm not really freaking out TOO badly, because, I mean, we haven't actually been gone from the auditorium for very long. Someone will be there to unlock the door. I can go right in and get my bag, and everything will be fine. It always is.

We pull up in the parking lot and, thank goodness, there are lights on in there. I run as fast as I can to the front door and pull, crossing my fingers.

It's open! Yay!

I run the last few steps to get to the auditorium and yank on the double doors.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

It's locked. It's locked. It's locked.

EXCUSE ME?

So yeah. I still don't have my make-up, or my phone. I don't know where it is, if someone got it, or if it's still there. I feel like cussing right now. But, of course, I won't. At least I won't type it.

But I'm really stressed, scared, bummed, and...shocked.

Okay, have any of you seen Ferris Beuler's Day Off? If you haven't, it's about a teenage boy who's sort of invincible. He does awesome, crazy, irresponsible things, and everything works out for him. Things just fall into place in the most unbelievable ways.

Not to brag, but that's kind of how things happen for me. Not ALWAYS, but most of the time. I mean, think about the whole tights thing. I was never super stressed out because I figured it would all work out. That's usually the way things happen for me. It's weird and disgusting, but true. Things just work out right.

So, I wasn't really worried when I lost the make-up bag. Sure, it was a pain to turn around, but I knew the doors would be unlocked and my bag would be right where I left it.

Only it wasn't.

Hmm. Weird. And awful. *shrugs thoughtfully* I just really hope it turns up. It will be terrible if it doesn't. Like REALLY, REALLY, YOU-HAVE-NO-IDEA-HOW-BAD terrible.

Hooray for a reality check, right?

*sigh*

Debates and Movie Dates (a.k.a. NOTHING)

TORI AND I WON DEBATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SWEETNESS! :D :D :D :D :D

Yes! I'm very excited about that. Affirmative, y'all did really well. Congrats! (Btw, I have never been on the losing team in debate. Ever. In four years of debate. I'm not bragging, I'm just saying I have a crazy lucky streak going. It can't last much longer. I probably just jinxed myself...that would suck, lol!)

Anyway, I had a KILLER headache this afternoon and around dinnertime, but it went away, so that's cool :)

Hopefully I will be watching Ferris Beuler's Day Off with my dad in like...four minutes. Hopefully. I'm not entirely convinced that A: I will remember that I'm looking forward to that in four minutes and totally forget to go upstairs and remind my dad and B: that he will be finished working enough to watch with me. We'll see.

Update on my possible eating problem: false alarm or something. My stomach doesn't hurt anymore. Maybe it was little virus or something. I dunno.

Creepy is okay. I don't feel blocked right now but I haven't really written anything for a few days (no, I wrote like a couple of paragraphs yesterday).

I'm kind of tired. I wasn't tired this morning when I got up (which is weird for me), but now I am. *shrugs*

I'm rambling. Sorry. Hang on; let me think of something of substance to say...

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Sorry. I've always wanted to do that though.

Well, it's 7:00! I'm gonna go poke my dad and see if we're gonna watch Ferris! TTYL!

Carpe diem!!