Had a rather unexciting day. Final MIFA get together...before you ask, yes, I did almost cry again. But I'm doing better now. Well, almost got a little teary eyed when I read April's nifty poem, but otherwise, I was good. Really.

Stop giving me that look. You know I don't like that look.

Figured out I have to see five plays between Saturday and March 1. This weekend I'm going to try to catch The Sandbox at Wyoming Park with the gang on Saturday, and The Dining Room on Sunday with...anybody who wants to come, lol. Open invitation to everybody reading this to go to HCT with me and see Jen (if you were in MIFA, you met her at Districts) and Dan (drunk guy with a credit card, lol)! You know you want to!

Next week I'm seeing The Wiz and The Laramie Project (again with the gang...god alone knows how many people that'll end up being). And finally, the 27th, 28th or 1st (probably the first two dates, since Laura can't make it on the first) I'm gonna see The Crucible with...well, Laura wants to go, and April definitely does. I'm gonna tell Mrs. Brennan about it so lit students who've read the show can know about it. And maybe we can wheedle some extra credit out of her, lol. I'm going because my buddy Sondra from PATH back in the day is Elizabeth Proctor, definitely my fav role in the show, and I definitely need to see the girl perform. She's seen me several times, in shows she's never heard of, I owe it to her to catch her before our senior year is out!

However, seeing the Wyoming Park show is up in the air at the moment. I'm still grounded, and I don't know if that grounding is going to end Saturday morning, Saturday night, or maybe not until Sunday. I'm hoping I can get out by Saturday night, maybe even Friday night. Tomorrow night is the stupid Valentine's Day dance, but Propst wants me to get pictures of real dancers for my controversially happy piece, and what better place to get them than at a dance? I could entrust a camera to one of my friends who'll be there...but I know exactly what I'm thinking, and I suck at conveying things like that to other people.

Hopefully, I didn't lose my chance to get out of it early by pissing Dad off this afternoon. I'm not even sure how it happened.

He came home while I was just about ready to eat my dinner. I greeted him all nice and pleasant, and he demands that I go out and shovel a path for the garbage can.

The garbage has never been my responsibility. That's my brother's. However, I didn't say that. I just asked if I could finish eating my dinner.

Dad tries to start an argument. Before I lose it completely, I say, as calmly as possible (which was surprisingly calm. I was quite proud of myself), "Could you please not get angry? That just gets me upset and we never get anything done when we're upset!"

He responds with something like "Well, it seems like I have to get upset because every time I do, everyone just tunes me out."

No, it doesn't make any sense to me, either.

Then he got all pissy. So I finally put away my dinner (I wanted to eat it right then 'cause I had Dutch Dance in less than an hour. I really didnt' want to be jumping around right after eating) and went out and shoveled the damn path.

Haven't really seen Dad since, 'cause he was up talking to Mom when I came back in, and then I had to go off to Dutch Dance.

Where I fell today ~grin~ I feel like I've completed some rite of passage. I have finally fallen on my ass during practice. And it didn't even hurt, which I'm still trying to figure out. But I really don't mind the lack of a bruise.

Came home, found the parents...out. They still haven't come home, and it's been two hours. Where the hell would they go on a Thursday night when all the plays are finished? Crazy people.

So I cleaned up the kitchen, hoping to score points with them. And now, since I've re-capped my day, I'm gonna go and clean the living room. Buh-bye.

Me: Do I need to go over to the other side?
Britt: Welcome back.

--Angela

Postscript.... 10:48 pm

Would everyone please think a kind thought/say a prayer/what have you for Amanda? She's got some weird medical stuff going on, and she should be finding out tomorrow what's up. She's terrified, and I'm quite frightened for her. I know this is going to be keeping me preoccupied all day tomorrow.... Amanda, if ya' read this, know that I'm thinking of ya', goth sistah!

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