I got to take off Senior Skip Day! ~happy dance~

Senioritis seems to have creeped into every part of my life, hence the lack of updates this week. But you haven't missed anything exciting. I promise.

Except the news that tomorrow I'm cooking dinner for 13 people. Gah.

Got my nails done today for prom. Creepiest experience ever. I don't think I want to go through it again. I actually want these stupid nails off already, for while they're bringing back pleasant memories of Hattie, typing isn't fun. So we're back to the whole "I don't give a damn about typos" posts. 'Cause it takes more energy and time to go back and fix the stupid things (now watch, I'm going to type a flawless entry).

Why can't I ever come up with meaningful posts like him? We all know I have a thousand and one issues running through my head that I could debate with anyone at any time. Yet I save my diary for writing up pointless drivel. But it's not even fun pointless drivel like in Jen's diary.

Gah. My legs itch. I actually shaved them tonight (because I couldn't find my Nair). The French hookers who came up with the idea of shaving legs are (hopefully) burning in hell right now.

Going out to see Chamber of Secrets tomorrow with Dad, since it's the free movie-deal-thing. So that means I need to get up absurdly early so I can take a shower (and, instead of just letting my hair air dry like I usually do, comb it out and blow dry it so it's all nice and straight...erm...yeah) and get to the bank to cash my huge paycheck ($176!).

Thanks to SARS, I don't think I'm going to be going to Toronto this summer ~sigh~ Plus my parents are suddenly balking at the idea of me taking a long road trip on my own. Is it my fault if all my friends are either have crazy parents who won't let me spend the night at their house, let alone go on a roadtrip, are poor or are too young? So it looks like I'm going to be spending all summer here in Holland. What a way to end high school.

On a brighter note...I get to go see a Tony award winning actor next week Sunday! Dad's been talking to this guy who's opening a new theatre in Saugatuck, and they're bringing in a Tony winning actor from Troy, MI next week. I think her name's Sutton...something. She won for 'Thoroughly Modern Milly'. Anyway, tickets were $75, but they're sold out by now. But the guy asked Dad if I wanted to come see her for free. I about had a heart attack. Fortunately, I'm not working for the next two or three weeks (thanks to Dutch Dance and plays) so I have that Sunday off to go see this woman for an all day seminar sort of thing. And what do I have to do in return? Usher, or something, that day. I think I can handle that. And I might be doing similar things there this summer. How cool would that be? Especially since Dad's looking into getting me a waitstaff job down there as well, since I can serve alcohol to all the rich tourists and get some nice tips.

Anyway, as you can probably tell by my exciteent, I think I've kicked that whole 'librarian' bug thing. I'm back to acting. I think the librarian thing was residual Rebecca-bitterness. Seriously, the whole thing drove me crazy. I was actually looking for ways to spend money in retails stores rather than thrift shops, I wanted to cut my hair, I wanted to give up acting...temporary insanity, I tell ya'. 'Cause now I'm back to refusing to shop in retail stores (I thought I was gonna break out in hives while waiting for Britt to try on prom dresses in Express earlier this week) and I'm happy with my hair (I re-dyed it last Saturday so it's a nice cinnamony-red color) and I'm back to loving acting like nothing else.

The play's going all right, though memorizing those lines is still a bitch. Bleh.

Okay. I think I'm gonna go to bed now. Tomorrow I need to sneak on here (when I should be cleaning the house) and track down some hairstyle options for April. We get to play with April's hair, lol. The poor thing. (I can't wait until the play ~evil Hattie cackle~)

--Angela

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