Yep, it's another blog

Ok, this is my first attempt at blogging. I really have no life, but what little life I have I flaunt it here.

Today's/Yesterday's events:
Ok, so to bring people up to date on things:
(Condenced version; just read the first sentance.)
(For the whole Katherine experience; read the rest.)

1. Yesterday, instead of taking my first period exam, i went to the library.
where I spent about an hour unsuccessfully runing from mrs. Brown's 9th grade campus class room back to the library in an attempt to start on my Video Tech exam. Well, I eventually gave up sat down at a table, and with nothing better to do, studied. After I was done with that shit, I was really bored, but didn't feel like going home (I kn0w, I'm insane). Well, after about a minute of rumaging around, Zack Christman walks in.

2. Zack comes over to say high, and to ask (yet again) if i did my government homework. Well, i did, and no, i hadn't turned it in yet, and yes, i'm a nice person, so i let him copy (mooch).

3. Of course, when I'm with Zack, neither of us ever get anything done. We just end up talking, and in this case, other people show up (chris fromtennis, Suzanne McNeil, Daneil Somethingshesfromenglish(whatthe? i don't even know her,but she was there), Some sophmore with poofy hair, and even Callan Edquist came along.) and yes, it happened like that, wham; people. So I didn't do any studing, and he didn't copy jack squat.

4. Zack askes me if he can borrow my paper, promising that after the exam we can go turn it in to Mr. Weisse-not that creepy, but hit on me a couple times and kept checking out lynsey's butt (poor lynsey). I was very happy, I really didn't want to go alone to turn in anything to Mr. Weisse.

5. After the exam, I waited like an idoit for Zack at the drama room, but nobody knew where he was (he took off, supposed to be back a quarter to one). Well, I stood around, was recruted by several drama people to both help out with Makbeth, and join drama (why do I get the feeling that they need people?). I finally settled with finding washers to stick on the ghosts drape.

6. I gave up on Zack, took off to see my sister's play across the street, and left my wallet with my drivers licence and all that crap in the sound box above the stage. Yep, my sister is in drama. So was my dad, which is why he and Zack's mom are friends, along with some of the wierdier half of the old hard core part of Lake Jackson. And so was his dad before him, and thus, like some sick legacy, the youngest offspring is always an actor in the family. But Britney was pissed. Not only was her one and only audiance leaving (they were doing a dress rehearsle of Makbeth) but Zack hadn't shown up yet, and I found it really is hard to do Makbeth without Makbeth. When I was heading out the back door, Mr. White wanted to have it stated that for the record, Zack was a half hour late and in deep shit.


7. Got lost on the way to Ogg. (boy, that was hard, huh, it's right behind the tennis courts) But after weaving around neiborhoods for about five minutes, finally arrived at the long lost (at least to me) hidden Ogg ele. This place is covered in paintings of doopy looking little girls in 50s checkered dresses, scotties, and the rest of the cast from a ripped of version of the wizard of oz. The motto here is 'welcome to the land of Ogg' (what kinda motto is that? Thats not even a statement, it's a greating, sick basterds.)

8. Finally sat down amist a bunch of 3rd graders, and watched my little sister play 'the ghost of yet to come' in "A Christmas Carol." And you know what, she did a good job. I think it went quite well, but she'd tell you it was a complete and utter failor, the worse thing that she's ever seen.

9. Now, back to the events. I finally got around to calling Zack around 4:30. AND...he was asleep. Needless to say, he had forgotten to turn in my paper (:@) Yeah, I was pissed. I worked hard on that. So I went and painted. For about three hours. It was good. Art can be like extacy. Once you start, it's hard to stop.

10. Today. To sum up this already too long blog, I went to Makbeth, didn't even realize my wallet was missing until I got home, mom yelled at me for not ever finding out if Zack turned in my paper. Went back to pick up this box I left in the debate room. Phillip runs up and tells me it's ok, they found my wallet. I'm like, wallet? So I get my wallet, get the box, don't find out about the paper, and now go home. Only took me about 4 trips to the drama room in two days to acomplish all this...Blaah....
Makbeth went pretty well. Congrads to all the cast and the techies and the behind the scenes crew and Julie (I love you!). I still like how Makbeth got his sword in the end fight. That really was thinking on your feet.