No, seriously, I'm pretty okay.

Yesterday we got to skip school and go be awesome band dorks at middle schools. I was in disguise at Pioneer, and only the librarian recognized me, which was nice. Later that day, when we were changing, Smith-kid asks me if I said hi to any teachers, and I told him I never ever went there, and he got all confused. LOLZORZ. I didn't just do that.
Then I had to make up a science test, and TOTALLY FAILED. D:

Today was so pointless. Chenielle and I made a totally brilliant set design in stagecraft. We watched a movie in A.C. Band sort of sucked.

Jesus Show: OMFGWTFBBQLOLLZERSK8Z.
Shawn is the greatest person ever. He presets my props if I do his hair. Totally sweet deal. Today he had to wear one of my fake-pearl barettes under his Roman helmet because his hair sucks. It took two other people to hold him down, and get that thing in his hair.

Then everything went crazy.
During the journey scene (basically 5 minutes of wandering aimlessly, and not stepping in animal poop.) one of the camels went crazy. I'm standing on the other side of the stage, when I hear a scream. I look over, people are running, and this fucking cames is going bezerk, and I'm just standing there thinking "Well, if I go on the stage I'll get killed by a psycho camel, but I'm, standing here in an isle looking like and idiot, oh shit here it comes..." so I stand there like an idiot, get back onstage after it passes, and exit stage right, where I see a big crowd of people around a kid slumped over. OHSHIT. There were about 4 people that were kicked by this fucking camel; one broken limb, a sprained ankle, a fucked-up spine, and much lawsuits.
So I'm freaking out, and I go down to the table, where they're trying to clear the halls and calm people down, and fucking Brian's standing there in a suit. Oh fuck. The boy's an usher. Then I had to run around, finding replacements for people, and change my costume, and run up for Herod scene, and everything calmed down from there.
During the break between shows, my mom shoved tickets in my hand, and told me to go upstairs and try to give them out. Shawn appeared out of nowhere with my hair clip, and started following me around the place, which must have made for a pretty funny sight. Imagine a skinny blonde boy in a roman costume pulling on a barette in his hair, following around a girl with pink hair who looks like the gothiest secretary evar, yelling about tickets. "TICKETS! I HAVE TICKETS! YOU CAN NOT GET IN WITHOUT A TICKET. IF YOU NEED A TICKET, COME SEE ME. I WORK HERE, I AM NOT TRYING TO SELL YOU ANYTHING. COME SEE ME, AND I WILL GIVE YOU A TICKET." I got asked so many stupid questions, they took up all my free time, and I had to run and change into my costume.


Fast foward to an hour ago. I'm walking down from greeting (Carolyn and Amanda were there. I am famous.), and I decide to take the principal staircase. Oh look, I'm right behind Brian. I follow him into the really nice usher's lounge, and eventually convince him that he has time to kill and should come do my homework. While he was doing that, I kept complaining about how the cast sucks, and we miss him, and blahblahblah. That idiot Robert came about halfway through this to tell me that he didn't remember how to hang up his costume and do I know?...which only reinforced what I had previously been saying. Anyway, I think I bothered him enough ("We neeed you. No, we reaaalllllyyyyy neeeedddd you. The cast sucks! We miss you. I'll pay you more than they're paying you. Pleeaaassseeeee. We really need you...") that he might actually come back. He's probably gonna come on Saturday and whatever. He actually did my homework for me. This is why I need him back.



I'm truely sorry if you read all of that. My back feels like it wants to shoot me. I am going to sleep. Happy Turkey-Slaughter-mas Eve.