I know I stopped doing my Project Runway liveblog (because I started going to band again, which gets out at 9:15, and so I miss the first half hour every week) but I still watch it when I get home.

And, sad as I was( Spoilers!Collapse )

Hey, someone give me the downlow on Mr. Whitman and family.

Is there a little Whitman?

Is it a boy or a girl?

What's its name?

Is he giddy? I bet he's giddy. And/or sleep deprived.

Fill me in!

My last real Encore show is done. And I am sad.

So let's distract me with some fun memories, shall we?

I wanted to mention that I spent an hour one night watching That 70's Show in the Chorus room with Pat, Gerry, and Vanessa. It was great fun, and we all knew and sang the theme song. Loudly and off key. Ha ha ha!

Becky: *The line is "Your virture is my privelige"* Your virginity is my privilege!

Aaron: Puck's supposed to be an effeminante male. In our case...it's Renee.

I tripped over my scooter on the way offstage. Ouch.

Pat: Arise my love! *Bart raises sword, slowly and phallicly*

Lydia moved her hand when Bart and Pat went to kiss. Hahahahahahaha!

Pat: With hands as pale as milk! *Hold up hands, while wearing white gloves.*

Me: *Lipstick in hand* Where does this go?
Kristen: In Pat's purse.

Paul twitches when he pretends to sleep. I wonder if he twitches when he really sleeps?

Then the music awards and senior recital...Yeah.

Mrs Hart: I felt just like a mother hen with all my little ducklings. (Ok Woman, let's just get this straight. Hens DO NOT HAVE DUCKLINGS.)

Today, I love you, because the Pope is Catholic; some Rabbis are Jewish; and the wind blows North. Sometimes.
Today I hate uptightness.

If there was ever any doubt that I am the Encore Mother, all that is removed today.

Becky forgot her English homework, which she needed for her C Block class, at home. I do not have a C Block. Therefore, I went to her house and got it, then delivered it to Mr. French's room about ten minutes into class. Did I feel like a mother? Yes. Did I mind? Not really, no. Do I love Becky? Yes, like a fat kid in pink. (Don't ask. But it means A LOT)

And the best part was that after I tried to get in the locked door, then put in the super secret code to unlock it, and snuck in all sneaky like, and went to the dining room table like a secret agent, THERE WAS BECKY'S MOTHER And I tell you that she was awfully calm for seeing a strange and unexpected girl in her house at 11:00am when most children that age are in school. So I grabbed the papers and left.

It was exciting, let me tell you.

Nothing else for today.

Today I hate the fact that I never get to be in the All State Parade again...

Today I love being a Mother Figure

The other day in band Mr. Whitman goes "Now you're all looking at me like I have six heads. Well, I do. The other five are at home in a closet."

And in Physics that day I brought Mr. Welch back his really expensive parabolic mirror, and as I handed it to him he goes "Ah! Mah baby!" So I went back to my seat and said to Kathryn "I really hope he was talking about the mirror and not me..." To which Brian said "You could sue him for sexual abuse." He meant sexual harassment, I'm sure, because the thought of Mr. Welch sexually abusing anyone or anything is just very very very very very wrong. In fact, sex and Mr. Welch should never be used in the same sentence, except "Mr. Welch has never had sex."

Then yesterday we played with fire in Physics. I like fire, but I can't light matches, because they scare me and I freak out. So I said to Ryan "You'll have to light my candle" which was very dirty but he didn't know that. But after a bit I decided to be brave and light my own candle. Which is also dirty.

And today Kathryn and I were discussing how it's waaaaaaaay too cold for anyone to be wearing a skirt that violates the dress code, and just as we asked "Who would do that?" Maria walked in with a very very short skirt. So there you go.

Today I love THE PROM IS TOMORROW!

Today I hate making eye contact with someone on the opposite side of a bathroom stall door than you.

Has my journal been boring lately? No one seems to read it anymore...I think it's still pretty interesting.

On that note, big ass band festival today.

Don't ask me how we were. I really thought we did fantastic, but since I am the only one who thinks so, perhaps I am wrong. I also think I'm tone deaf. It all sounded in tune to me, and then they're all like "None of it was in tune" Fuck.

Don't ask me how the other bands were. I was exhausted and I slept through them. They were however very soothing, and I did hear some very nice crechendoes.

At lunch Gerry and Paul and I decided on this slogan: Sex: my antidrug.

Funniest thing ever: : :

Drew Peterson. Straight A student. Math whiz. Fluent in French as well as English. Athletic. Also musical. Picture him, standing at the back of a bus, trombone case in hand, trying to open the door by pulling the handle down. Perplexed by his lack of success. Totally ignoring the GIANT ARROW pointing up. Completely baffled when someone inside the bus pulls the handle up. Saying "Well, that explains it." Ahh, Drew.

But anything is better than going to school.

Today I love that I'm going to Myrtle Beach in like 3 days!

Today I hate drugs.

BREAKING NEWS! Mr. Whitman hates Kelli. Yup. That's the only conclusion I can draw from his behavior in band yesterday. He started to conduct, and then threw his baton at Kelli. (Well ok, to be perfectly honest I think it was an accident, but then he expected us to keep playing, like an identified flying pointy object hadn't just hit one of us in the face, so it's more fun to think he hates Kelli and then be mad at him...)

And rehersal tonight was actually quite productive...Only Paul CANNOT FOCUS WHEN DANCING! And he's very stiff. The Merengue, which we are dancing, is not stiff. Karla, babe, when you feel better get that man to loosen up! In a non-sexual way.

KARLA AND BECKY GET WELL SOON! I love you both.

Although Paul is funny. He was lying on his side on the stage with his script in front of him and me facing him, and he looks down at the script, and then at me, and goes "Hermia, I feel like there's something between us..."

And then Bart had a plastic hanger in his belt to be his sword, and when he went to stab himself with it, after drawing it out all dramatically, it broke in half and a piece of it went flying. LMFAO!

That's all for today folks!

Today I love the Merengue

Today I hate not knowing what grade I got on my Physics test.

Three random things that I found enormously amusing.

1. Mr. Whitman: (Waving his baton) See this? It only waves around in the air! I can't fix instruments in a single day; you all think it does magic but it doesn't! (This is funny because I immideately conjured an image of Whitman in a pointy hat and wizard robes, waving his baton madly and speaking Latin...See what Harry Potter has done to me?)

2.Aaron has a little squishy figure of Bush, for the purpose of smushing. Dustin: He's been Bushwhacked. (Who loves bad puns? I do.) (Also, life is so much happier when you give up trying to hate Dustin and just laugh at him.)

3. Jess: Long, long ago, in good King Arthur's day, Mrs. Archer had control of Encore. (Isn't that the truth....She's that old and it's been at leats that long since she was in control.)

Today I love rehersal. It just makes me happy.

Today I hate calc tests. They just makes me stressed.

First of all, THIS IS GOING TO BE TEH BEST VACATION EVER! BECAUSE

A. Janeea is coming home
B. She is bringing a cool new friend for me to meet
C. Stephanie is coming home
D. She rocks hardcore
E. We are going to Boston to see Blue Man Group
F. We are going to Boston!
G. There is a volunteer inservice, which means more quality Will time
H. I have a boy to dream about

That good enough for ya?

Sam is staying with me for a few days. It is great. I always wanted a sister. We discovered tonight that in base 11, 5 and 6 DO EQUAL 10! HA!

Now, onto My Funny Life.

For Spanish we had to make posters about broken down cars, and use the vocab words. Carolyn's group drew a distressed looking person into their picture, but he was yellow.

Me: Why is he yellow?
Renee: He's yellow with despair.

Mr. Whitman tried EVERYTHING to get us tp be quiet in band tpday, and failed miserably. So finally he said "Quiet! I have vast amounts of wisdom to share with you all!" And we got fairly quiet. Then he said "Well, that's a lie, but it got your attention."

And to top it all off, Mr Welch informed us all today that he cannot "chew and walk gum at the same time" which I think is self-explanitory.

Oh, yes, and I was listening to this Maroon 5 song, and it has the lyric "The battle's almost won, and we're only several miles from the sun" which I think is really cool.

So I watched Down with Love again...and now you all have to suffer with some quotes from it.

Vicky: I'm sorry they've been riding your tail so hard over there.
Guy: I'm not.

Peter: I have enough insecurities without having to worry about my socks falling down!

Peter: The only thing I have to offer a woman is the same thing you have to offer a woman. You!

Peter: Catch, you're the best friend a man with 20 diagnosed psychoseses could have.
Catch: Well, we've been friends a long time. I knew you when you only had 12.

Catch: You said she was a spinster!
Peter: I did not! I have never used the word spinster in my life! Well, except when I told my mother it was technically incorrect for her to call her son a spinster.
Catch: Do you still want to go out with Vicky?
Peter: Of course! Do you think I want to end up a spinster?

Vicky: The men who resent me won't give me the time of day, and the men who respect me won't give me the time of night.
Peter: If I had the chance, I'd resent and respect you, day and night and night and day!

(Upon careful consideration, Becky, I have decided that it would indeed be funnier if Catch poured the ice water down his pants)

(THE ELEVATOR SLIDE! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!)

Vicky: For being so man crazy all my life, I sure can't stand 'em.

Peter: I feel like I'm going to explode!
Catch: Finally.

10 minutes?
10 minutes.

Peter: HOMOSEXUAL! I'm not HOMOsexual!

Vicky: Barbra!
Peter: Vicky!
Catch: Nancy!
Peter: Who are you calling Nancy?

Vicky: You're just like every other man!
Peter: I'm just like every other man!

Peter: You have to rip her apart, if not for the good of civilization then just for me!

Ok, I am done. Sorry. I can't help it. Becky got me hooked. And I love her for it.

So also today:

Mr. Sinclair: Tupack (Is how he pronounced it)
Class: Snicker Giggle Giggle
Mr. Sinclair: What?
Class: It's Tupac.
Mr Sinclair: I'm 57! What the Hell do you want?

Mr. Whitman gave me two very very bad mental images:
1. "Don't mind my clashing clothes. I got dressed in the dark today. (Now why would he do that? I don't really want to know.)
2. If I do have to resort to punishing you for not practicing, I'm not going to like, crack a whip over your heads. (Now THAT'S an image I do not need, but my dirty mind supplied me with. Them Kayla Steen felt the need to come up behind me and whisper "Whip me!")

So finally, the only part of this you will all read, the quote. The last quote was My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Janeea, Kim, Jean, Hannah, and Kelli all got it right. They all get one "Boont Cake" point.

The next quote is "We are the music makers. And we are the dreamers of dreams." (This may be from a song as well, but I do not know. It's from a movie, as far as I know. Anyone who can tell me the song, if there is one, gets a really special point.)