threepiececheck's Journal

Subject:	Kick The Best
Time:	7:22 pm.
Mood:	empty.

I was just thinking about how one day, on the cruise, I had to sign a receipt or something and the man asked, "May I please have your autograph?"
That was so nice.

Also Alex and Shannon came over for a pity party today. I fear that I bored them. I am not as good of a host as I wish I could be. I'd say "Well, take it or leave it." but I'm afraid they'd leave it.

I don't know about anyone else, but I'm having a reallllly rough time with the play ending. This is a problem.

Swing dancing classes? Interesting.

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Subject:	Projection Welcome
Time:	11:29 pm.
Mood:	Paint Workshop.

Hey!
Alex, darling. How the hell are ya?
The cruise was abso-posit-utely marvelous! I met a cool gal and her brother, but mostly just hung out with the adults. Cozumel and Playa del Carmen were beautiful, and the people there were so nice, I just wanted to take them all home with me. But I didn't. Instead I bought a hammock.
I almost didn't want to come home. I even suggested we just didn't. Beach houses in Galveston were REALLY cheap and I wouldn't exactly mind staying there. I knew we couldn't though, which was good because I missed my buds, but maybe one day.
I spent my time on the cruise drinking pina coladas, reading Lucas, and dancing with drunken 30 year old cowboys. All in all it was pretty good. Except the whole dancing with 30 year old drunken cowboys part.
Our flight home was delayed but then once we took off it took us over an hour just to land because of the weather here. We took off in sunny, warm, Texas, and it took us three tries to land in a rainy, windy, New Jersey. It was such a bad landing that it took us THREE TIMES and people were vomiting left and right and some of the OXYGEN MASKS dropped down. It was crazy. But I sat next to a very nice art teacher and a very nice woman headed for Israel.

I missed you guys very very much.

How was your spring break?

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Subject:	One Day I'll Fly Away..
Time:	9:44 pm.
Mood:	Like a Frenchman..

Hey, guys. What's new?
I'll tell you whats new! I leave for Texas on Thursday, and then I go on a cruise to two mexican islands! WOW. I am not ready for this. At all. I started packing tonight because I have play practice until 8 every night this week.

Want to hear why I'm screwed? I took a math quiz (that I thought I was ready for) and it was one page, front and back, and I didn't even finish the front side. And Mr. Unger scolded me.

But Friday night Libby slept over and we rented Music Man and got ice cream and such. Saturday consisted of play practice, work, going to Sages (Borrowing all of her clothes) and going to the mall. I saw a guy with my pants. You know, my striped pants? Yeah, those ones. Then we slept over Sage's and today I went to NYC with Shannon and her mom and we went to MoMA (I'm cool because I abbreviate, the Museum of Modern Art) and it was amazing. We then went to lunch and some stores. French Connection gets on my last nerve. FCUK Me. Lucky FCUK. Cool As FCUK. Clever. If you have one, I don't mean to be rude. I'm really sure you look great in it, they were pretty clothes. I just don't think I would wear it.

I got my costume for Grease. You should go.

I don't know what else to say. I love you sound good? No? Okay. Never mind then.

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Subject:	One Day I'll Fly Away..
Time:	9:44 pm.
Mood:	Like a Frenchman..

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Subject:	Tie my shoe?
Time:	9:45 am.
Mood:	answer me this..

I can't believe I couldn't go last night. I can't believe I'm sick again.
If you have chicken pox, the virus stays in your body forever, and if you get sick enough, it comes back sort of. So thats what happened. Being so sick a few weeks ago has made me even sicker now. I looked it up, and the majority of people who get this are OVER 60. I. Hate. This.
My mom is doing all of this research on stress and everything because apparently I'm sick because I've been stressed out. So, according to my mother, I'm stressed out constantly, and to relieve the stress most people just relax, but I have a hard time with that so my body turns to illness. I've been sick so much lately because I've been dealing with constant stress. Being sick is supposed to help me get all of the stress off my mind, only its making me MORE STRESSED because I'm missing so much school and augh augh augh.

Also, a year ago today my house burned down. I also can't really digest the fact that its been a year and that its really completely over. And everybody EVERYBODY says to me "Oh, its been a year, you should be over it." Just a bit of advice, don't say that to me. Please. So today is going to be pretty rough for my whole family. Not that you care, really. Blah blah blah.

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Time:	5:14 pm.
Mood:	hot in the city..

So because of the shot, I had a 101.6 temperature. That sucked. I was out of school for three days, and my four day week SUCKED because I was absent and I am now officially one step behind everyone in the history of the world.

Physical therapy has become "Pain and Torture". I've heard all of the old men that go there say "PT stands for pain and torture, not physical therapy!" but I never quite understood. Until they started me on the most PAINFUL EXERCISES IN THE WORLD! augh.

I have this weird pressure in my head. Only, in my eye, not my head. Only, over my eye, not in it. Okay. Picture the top most part of your eye. Not the color part, but the top of the entire eye. It feels like theres something up there pushing down on my eye. Can you say tumor?

Last night, Alex and Shannon and I went to the Washington Diner. It was okay, but then we walked to The Cocoon, a cafe and had some coffee and cheesecake and headed over to the dollar store. Alex broke a vase she wanted to get for Shannon for Valentines day and so she had to buy it, along with some crazy glue. We went back to the cafe and there were two folk singers, Bliggins and Goines, who were SO good. One looked slightly like Mr. Catinese (?) or so says Shannon and Alex, and he played a steel body guitar that was amazing. The other played the harmonica and was so great. Ah, it was probably the highlight of my weekend.
Thank you Alex! I had a superb time.

I suppose that is a good amount of storytelling for today.
How are you?

postscript: some people are very hypocritical, inconsiderate, and heartless.

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Subject:	Close your eyes.
Time:	9:37 pm.
Mood:	Tetanus Booster.

Its been quite a while, my friends. How have you been?

Today I was home sick. I had a bad headache and a runny nose, no big deal. I went to the doctors to get a note and he gave me medicine and then said I was good to go. But my mom then decided to ask "Rosemary is due for her Tetanus Booster, is now a good time?" "Well, yeah, since she's already a little sick, we might as well do it now and get it over with!"

Good Idea. Now I'm here sweating and shivering and I have a 101.6 fever. Superb.

So I have to miss school today and tomorrow, and tomorrow I have to miss physical therapy and acting class, and today I had a speech due in Speech, so its going to be late. Neat.

Other than that, things have been going well. They poured the cement for the new house, I don't really know how I feel about that, a little torn, but I hear its good news.

I don't really know what to write in here.. It's been a long time. Uh... So... I miss having classes with Alex! A lot.

I had a weird dream today. I don't really know what it means. On the other hand, I don't really know if its a good idea to try and find meaning in dreams. Opinions?

OH YEAH! I watched a movie today called Weekend at Bernie's or something like that, and there was this scuzzy guy in it who always wore plaid suit jackets and sunglasses. I found him appealing, oddly enough. But a few minutes into the movie I realized this guy, Larry, WAS BLANE! Yes, folks. Blane from none other than Pretty In Pink. I almost died.

I hate fevers. My skin hurts.

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Subject:	If you could have seen the things I've seen.
Time:	9:24 pm.
Mood:	Florida..

I did better on my Math Midterm than I thought I would. Take THAT Mr. Unger.

Today at lunch Amelia (God, I bet I spelled that so wrong) and Libby and I gave out pins because the G.S.A. is holding the "No Name Calling Week" and these three boys left the lunch room and the teacher was said "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!" So, to avoid detentions and whatnot they came to our table and asked us what they were for and one kid asked if he could have a pin so we said "okay, take one" and he picked a pink one, and his friend looks at it and said "You got a pink one? What are you, a queer?"

I could have punched him in the nose.

I think people should learn to be less homophobic, and a learn to have a little more tact.
I hate you.

And how are you?

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Time:	12:15 am.
Mood:	Happiest Day Of My Life..

Tonight was the second night of the play. So many of my friends went, and I love you all. Every last one of you.

The show went flawless. Dave looked like he was going to cry and I asked him what was wrong and he said that he farted and the mics picked it up. I felt sooo bad for him. But then he just told me he was kidding. I almost had a heart attack. Trontis is the funniest perv I've ever met. Who knew I would end up outside a bar with him at 11:30 on a friday night?

We drove to the sunset inn like maniacs. Kimmy and Dan were racing! So we were weaving in and out of traffic on 31 and the radio starts BLASTING "I don't want anybody else. When I think about you I touch myself!" so the four of us, me, Trontis, Beth, and Dan got infront of Kimmys car and she got stuck behind a truck and all of the sudden everyone in our car was like "I DON'T WANT. ANNYBODY ELSE! WHEN I THINK A BOOOUT YOU I TOUCH MYYYYSELF! OHOHOH!" oh god, it was amazing. I'll never forget this night if I live to be a hundred.

This is the most amazing cast. Augh I love you guys more than anything. Next year I'm going to miss Kimmy and David and Dan and Huon and Every Single One Of Them. Theatre won't ever be the same.

Oh, God, and I'm so sorry to everyone who bought tickets to Saturday night's show. On account of the 2 feet (?) of snow the show had to be moved to 10:30 in the morning. I'm so sorry, I know thats a hassle and no one wants to do that, but I really want you there. Your tickets are still valid and you're still COMPLETELY welcome.

I Am In Such A Good Mood. Just Like Last Night, Not Even Mr. Unger Could Bring Me Down.

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Subject:	China, China.
Time:	10:28 pm.
Mood:	staring the future in the face.

It was the first night of the play.

I don't think I'll ever stop smiling. It was amazing. Despite dropping some lines and Chris' mike falling off completely, It. Was. Superb.

I couldn't believe it. I love this so much. This is why I did this. This is why I sat through five hours of play practice ever day. This is why I put up with the awkward moments involved in falling in love with Jessie Kiplinger. This is why I deal with Voorhees. This is why I love everything.

Not even Mr. Unger could bring me down tonight.

Red Rockers came in the mail today. I could die. My dad gets home from South Carolina today. I could die. My play came out today. I could die. My hair is so long that when I dance I feel pretty. And I could die. And it would be alright.

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Subject:	Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't apologize so much.
Time:	9:25 pm.
Mood:	French..

Today I went to play practice and painted a lot of the set. I primed it actually, and we're going to paint it tomorrow. I am so nervous. Tomorrow is the last practice before we video tape it so it can go on comcast. That scares me. And then the next night is opening night.

Please go?

I went to Washington with Shannon and Alex today. It was a lot of fun. We went to Cacoon's cafe and then to the dollar shop (where I got gloves and the coolest belt of all time) and then it was off to the diner. It was so much fun. We should do it all the time, Okay Alex? Okay Shannon?

I sipped my hot drink too early today and now I feel like I can't taste anything because my mouth is on fire.

Tomorrow I have to take a math test. I hate Mr. Unger. Not just because of the test, but because of a lot of things. He's an awful person. He always talks down to everyone. Well mostly everyone. Those really beautiful girls in my class, he worships them. He compliments them and makes jokes with them and answers their questions and practically drools over them. I ask him one fucking question and he yells at me because "we just went over it." Well, yeah, and I didn't understand it, thats why I'M ASKING YOU A QUESTION. Augh. I really hate him. I dread going to school in the morning because I have to sit through an hour of him, first period.

Sorry for the complaint. I know you don't really care.

How are you?

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Subject:	You're, like, the fastest person. ever.
Time:	3:35 pm.
Mood:	call the doctor (pepper).

Shannons here. Yay for Shannon being here. We discussed how much we love grammar. I ordered two cds and I am dying without them.

Shannon wishes to have a word with you:
.....(she's nervous)....
hey you guys.

(Tell her she's good at it)

More later? If we ever have the super cool get together.
I wish people didn't have lives so they could hang out with us.00909000 (Love, Shannon)

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Subject:	Chip and Dale, To The Rescue!
Time:	10:07 pm.
Mood:	I work for CSI.

Today I found out I GOT IN GREASE!!! It isn't a lead, but it's the part I wanted. I'm a greaser in the beginning and then in the dance group and I get to be in beauty school drop out and everything. I could die of happiness.

But I won't because the mics don't work on stage and I'm about to strangle someone.

Today the photographers from the democrat and the express(?) or something, and took pictures of us for the newspaper. It was the most awkward and awful thing ever. I figured we'd have time to get ready and stuff so my hair was a mess in braids and I was half asleep in my comfy clothes. Awesome. Hello ugly newspaper photos, I'm ready. If you see it. Don't laugh. And it's most likely a picture of me and chris kissing because they made us go through the act and then when we kissed they were like FREEZE and literally walked all the way around us snapping photos the whole time. And Christopher Arthur and I thought they couldn't make that kiss anymore awkward than they already do.

I'm excited though. I might be in the newspaper. And we had to give them our names and everything AHH

Well it's only 10 but I'm about to fall asleep. I need to write my current event.

I suppose I'll see you all later.

I'm in such a good mood. I love you guys.

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Subject:	You're the epitome of perfection.
Time:	10:11 pm.
Mood:	Oh, Happy Day..

Today we had play practice until 8. It actually wasn't bad at all. I enjoyed it a lot.

I was on the second floor headed for the bathroom, but it was locked on account of it was 7:30 at night. The janitor said "Do you need to get in there....Katie?" so I said "Oh, it's Rose, and yeah, could you give me a hand?" so he said, "Rose, after high school, get a good education, so you don't end up in a job like this." "Aww, okay, thanks. Hey, I like your pen." (It had a flamingo on the top. He really likes all furry and feathery animals. He's so cute.) "Thanks! Do you want it?" "No, thank you. You can keep it. But thanks." "Alright, well you have a good night, Rose."

That had to be the highlight of my day.

Play practice was great. Chris and I did really well. So did everyone. I'm supposed to call Chris "Christopher Arthur" and he now calls me "Rosemary Kielty" Ha. Middle names, hell yes.

So I've found that actors and pizza act like magnets. We consumed four pizzas in about 10 minutes.

I've also found that the school board does not take theatre into consideration in the least bit. We got kicked off stage today for an AP seminar. They said it would go until 7:15 and ms lomas was literally at the door with a watch at 7:16. And the mics blow.

Today has been wonderful.
Ta, Darlings.
Miss Rose

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Subject:	I know, can you believe it..
Time:	9:00 pm.
Mood:	no way.

Auditions for Grease were today. I really wish I could sing. And dance. And act. Because I think those would come in handy right about now. Also in the next 10 days, because thats when they play is, and I think I'm going to throw up. Practice is until 8 tomorrow. Augh. But I don't know what to do because I'm so nervous. I seriously almost threw up in my first three classes today. I don't know what to do! ldkfjalfja

Any tips for how to get over stage fright? I don't know why I even have stage fright, I mean I've been in plays before. But I can't help it. Aughaughaugh.

Here comes another stress ulcer. I also got a migrain last night (I don't know if I spelled ulcer or migrain right) It was the kind behind your eye and when you looked anywhere, you felt like your eye would pop out.

Auditions were fun, though. I don't know how well I sang, but I loved the dancing part. I had so much fun with it, on account of its so much fun. I'm hoping for ensemble (?) Or Frenchie. Fingers crossed.

How are you?

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Subject:	A pile o' blank cds
Time:	1:31 pm.
Mood:	unsure.

Wednesday morning I wake up and have no power. I get a flashlight and get ready for school, only to have my dad call me from down the road saying "Go back to bed, a tree fell in the road and we can't get out." It fell on the powerlines and then we haven't had power since wednesday. We finally got it back today, and its Saturday. We stayed at a hotel for a while. Danny had a small get-together that was fun. We watched some of Garden State and Shrek 2 and then the beginning of Reservoir Dogs. It was nice. Then I went over Shannon's house. That, too, was nice. But I had play practice at nine thismorning. So all in all I've had a really stressful week. And the play is coming up which is stressful, too.

Ms. Lomas pointed out that I have the worst luck in the world, today. And I agree. I also think that none of you should talk to me because it will only bring you bad luck.

Some people are kind of rude, and sometimes it makes me angry.

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