AND I THOUGHT SHE WAS JUST COVERING UP THE GREEN FUR WITH MAKEUP...

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch...
My grandmother gave me a car last night. A car.
Charlie's car, to be exact...A dead man's car.
But it's still a car.
Now, I have two. I think I'm the only Junior who's turning 17 in a few days and still won't be able to drive her TWO cars.
I like the sound of that...Maybe I can drive one (Illegally.) and rent out the other one to Elis (Illegally.)...It's just a thought.
MWHAHAHA! EVIL LAUGHTER!

"BUT WHY IS MR. DARLING ALSO CAPTAIN HOOK? I JUST DON'T GET THAT PART..."

Thank you, Mr. Intelligent.
The movie last night was good...Really good, actually...I didn't enjoy the setting too much, but that comes from being a twisted, sardonic human being who doesn't enjoy inferior company--I mean--comedy.
Sure.
And now we're off to Grandmother's House. Ha. Sounds like a bundle of fun!
Or not.
I've been out of contact with anyone school related for about three days...It's eating me up...Elis has apparently gone into hiding (With beloved Vice President Dick Cheney, of course...), Anthony is busy being "Tony," Chaz is trying to track down Casey, and Casey is trying not to be found at Jessi's house...
Or, at least, that's what I'm presuming...
I had a long, two hour "think" on the way down here last night...I wasn't thinking of anything substance-wise, just pondering APeX visiting in about two weeks, the fact that I (Thankfully.) haven't seen Derk in at least a month (And the fact that I don't plan on seeing him again for at least that much time...), and wondering if I'm going to spiral into another "Mid-Life Crisis Thingy" (The scientific term.) at 17 next week...
17. The Big One-Seven.
I think I'm ready to move out.

"HARK" MY ACHING SPINAL CHORD SINGS, "AGAIN I MUST SEE THAT DAMN TRILOGY OF RINGS"...

Or simply Hugo Weaving...I could manage that...
I must depart from the computer to play wicked miracles upon the span of mass I call my room, then wrap last-minute gifts, and then...Something...I'll think of something to do, I imagine...
Christmas eve...Oh, how I loathe thee...

IT'S BEEN DAYS, WEEKS, MONTHS, YEARS, AND PERHAPS DECADES SINCE THIS BLOG HAS WRITTEN ABOUT ANYTHING...

Whatever...
Nothing too eventful befell me over the weekend. Sadam Hussain looks like the Iraqi Santa Claus, I got a phone call from Neil Simon inviting me to take over as "Rose," my horoscope may actually be correct for once ("You'll compete with the Devil for your immortal soul in a midnight game of Scrabble, and win handily when he can only think of creepy, depressing Latin words."), and I've completely forgotten everything that happened in the last two weeks...
Jeez. It's good to almost be on Christmas Break.

OH, HOW PRETTY MY PARASOL IS!

I'm honestly worried...Poor Ozzy...

THAT'S ONE SMALL STEP FOR WORTHWHILE THEATER IN NEW YORK, ONE GIANT LEAP FOR NEIL SIMON'S CAREER SUCCESS...

"Mary Tyler Moore, Neil Simon in Tiff Over Play
After reportedly receiving a note from playwright Neil Simon telling her to either [Editor's Note: This one had to sting...Wait for it, wait for it...NOW!] learn her lines "or get out of my play," Mary Tyler Moore has quit Simon's new play, Rose's Dilemma, walking out moments before Wednesday's matinee, published reports said today (Friday). Simon, who in his autobiography complained about the inability of several television and films stars to learn their lines quickly [Editor's Note: Well, duh.] , was reportedly upset that Moore was relying on a wireless headset in which her lines were being fed to her by an assistant. [Editor's Note: What, did her Mrs. Monroe get caught in traffic too? I'd like to see Mary Tyler "I'm 137 Years Old!" Moore fit into that little silver thing...] Mara Buxbaum, her publicist, said in a statement: "Mary has been working tirelessly for months but feels pushed out of this production. This is a very upsetting time for her." Simon had no comment. In 1980, Tony Curtis pulled out of his play I Ought to Be in Pictures, because, according to Simon, the actor was unable to cope with his frequent script alterations during the show's tryouts."

Thank you, Mr. Internet Movie DataBase!
Go Simon, it's your birthday. Go Simon, find a real actress...

TRIED TEACHING POST AND DEREK TO JUGGLE HATS...AND IT DIDN'T WORK.

But at least I have something to write about...
Hmm...We're waiting for Baby With The Bathwater rehersal, waiting for the "Teacher Detention" to end...
And Chris just asked me out...
And my life is over...
And I just impaled myself with a flag.
Fun!

I LOVE TELEMARKETERS. THEY NEVER LIE.

It's like a line from a horrible movie...But there is a way to fight against the tyranny...
With my cocaine addiction, it's the only job I can do, ohhwoo! I said, America, let us call you!

IT'S A SHAME THAT CHRISTIAN MUSIC'S BAD-BOY-WITH-A-SERIOUS-MESSIAH-COMPLEX IS MARRIED...NOT THAT I'M INTERESTED...

After all, who'd want a piece of that? Definately not Kelley.