Sculpt-or-Coat.

Listening to Avenged. Despite Ian's wishes.
Mmmmmmmmmdelicious.

I decided that I can't march OC this summer, and It's really sad.
I just won't be able to afford it.
It sucks, but even if I started saving now, I wouldn't be able to come up with the cash before we leave/before its due, and they aren't making special arrangments this year. And I asked Missy for help, and she basically said she could care less.

Thursday night, concert with Tilo and Laura.
*Moses, Smell the Roses (really great).
*Dirt Jake Replicas (<3)
*Some Others. I didn't stay for the whole thing.

Friday night, Laura and I went gallavanting around the Beav in her white Laura-mobile. We got vitamin water. And coffee. And denied a car full of eleventeen year old boys. It was epic.

Saturday, work party. I cannot believe tech is a week away. That is so scary/depressing/exciting. Some people (cast and crew) in this show are really testing my patience, which, if you know me well, is limited. B-train and her foofernoofles. [Don't ask.]

I'm gonna work on my motivational pre-show speeches now, then I'll post some more.
<3.

Girls.

And thus, it begins.
Sitting in the library, working on my yoga mid-term, and listening to the unintelligent ramblings of the girls across from me.
"Can you still have a 4.0 if you have straight B's?"
For reals?
Plz.God.NOW.

On the plus side, I'm sitting with my pal TiGo, who is equally annoyed.

"How does it affect your life if you go to Stanford, or Lewis And Clark, or like, PCC?"
C'mon, now.
Don't work too hard.
Realistically speaking, I know I dislike most people. I've come to terms with that.
However, this is direct provocation.
God is pwning me for throwing those blueberries away last night behind the Hawthorne, isn't he?
In other news, I think I've gotten to the point where I can function past my current cold, and get my shit done.
Which is great, considering we open in less than two weeks.

FUCK.

That's so scary to think about. I think we're ready--er, well...most of us.
But opening? Really?

TGIF, man.

...Well, We had a great time at the show last night...
And I really liked the Dirt Jake Replicas.
They kinda had a Lacuna-Coil-y-esque-ness to them.
Oh, the Hawthorne, and your shitty acoustics. How we love you.