Hey

Definately too lazy to read your response, I'm not in a very philosophical mood. I'm in an odd sort of mood really. While you were taking a "mental day" (aka the "I'm-too-lazy-to-get out of bed day, lol!) I was in school *gags self*.

Oh, by the way, many thanks to the people in charge of our musical! I mean, the advanced notice on the fact that we had a 5 hour rehersal after school was appreciated very much! I mean a whole 6 hours' notice! How generous! It gave me so much time to get out of work and rearrange my schedule (which mostly included sleeping and reading, but still!)! Oh, and that "What Would the Simple Folk Do?" song, SUPERB!! I mean, what horrible excuse for a human being does not love an annoying song that has no purpose in the musical's plot? Show your face, you scurrulous knave, and I shall kill thee with my own sword! After I buy one, of course!

On a serious note, Camelot's coming along quite badly. The pit band is out of tune, the stage crew is filled with lazy asses, and the coreography hasn't even been started yet. As such, I have to go to two more 5 hour rehearsals this week! Grrrrr, life is pissing me off!

I wasn't in this mood before, I suddenly came into it on my way home. I was singing to the Phantom of the Opera much louder than usual (go ahead and laugh at my geekiness, I don't mind), and it all of a sudden I became in this mood. So I walk in the house to find it empty without even a note left telling me where everyone went. This normally wouldn't piss me off, but my parents do it all the time! I'll walk down in the morning, and no one will be home, and I'll be sitting there saying good morning to myself like a total freak of nature. And they'll also make me baby-sit at a moment's notice, despite the fact that they've known about these events for weeks. They assume I have no life (which I don't, but they still shouldn't assume it!), so they don't even give me the courtesy of telling asking me when I'll have to do this! And they don't even pay me, which I think they should. I AM doing them the favor!!!! Any ways, back to what I was talking about, I walk up to the counter and find my stacks of information packets from random shitty dumb-colleges which no one's heard of on the counter, so I glance through it, hoping by some miracle one of the colleges that I actually want to go to is in there. As usual, it is not. So I suddenly come upon this brochure for Nazareth College, and I say to myself:

"Oh look, Nazareth college! Sounds like I'll get a sound Christian education there!"

*Sound of ripping in background*

"Whoopsies! How clumsy of me, I seem to have ripped the packet! Good thing it's only in half, because now I can still read it! I wouldn't want to miss out on listening to professors profess [pun intended] the word of God!"

*trashcan opens and closes*

"Oh sweet gods! I've accidentally thrown it in the garbage! I'm such a clumsy oaf! Oh well, since it's covered in crap, I can't read it any more. Gosh darn, and I really wanted to go there too! Oh well!"

I was very amused with myself, as I often am. That's why I laugh at random moments, because I find myself so hillarious. It's my mind's mechanism of trying to turn me into a friend instead of an enemy. It's not working, I still hate myself at times. Okay, I still hate myself a lot. But hopefully that will change once I find some more things to like about myself.

Enough about me . . . Jess, that's good that you liked the Passion! I can kind of see it's appeal, seeing as suffering is an important part of most religions. I've got the whole Demeter-Kore-Persephone deal in my religion, the Jews have the whole "we're the scape-goat for the world" thing going on, Shi'ite Muslims have whole festivals where people scream and cry and think about suffering all day long, so it's a pretty universal idea about religion. Personally, since it has no religious significance for me, I'd rather not spend two hours watching a man get tortured. It doesn't float my boat.

I can't find a way to respond to the arrogant comment without turning into a total bitch, which I am, but I don't want to sound like one. It's the whole personal pride thing that occasionally shows up in me, when I'm not too busy thinking I'm total scum.

Wow, I write a lot, lol. I don't know why, it comes out so naturally!

Larissa

Life's a "Masquerade, paper faces on parade! Masquerade, hide your face so the world will never find you! Masquerade, every face a different shape! Masquerade, look around there's another mask behind you!"

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