Not to be overly political here (as I often bitch about how not everything is a mere oppourtunity to voice your political opinions, such as Oscar night, etc.), but this is just incredibly stupid. But I think I have discovered how they found a link between Iraq and a terror network.

BUSH: We have established a clear link: IraQ; Al-Qaeda.

I heard on the radio today that Ben Affleck will only wear an anti-war dove pin if it matches his tuxedo. Oh please. Our economy's gone to the technical term of "shit", we're nuking the crap out of a third-world country, our soldiers are out there crashing helicopters and dying, and you're worried about a PEACE PIN MATCHING YOUR TUX?!?

Hmm. His composure under pressure simply astounds me. If he's worried, I sure can't tell. Wow.

All right, all right. I realize that our brave soldiers are out there fighting for Iraqi freedom and world peace and all, and I fully salute them. Goooo U.S. Army. The only think I am opposed to if the dumb-cluck who instituted the order for war. But whatever. I respect's everyone's opinion.

On a much lighter note, I was accepted to....(hmm, what should I call this)...Performing Arts School Of Choice. Hereby known as PASC.

I was sitting in my car yesterday idling calmly in the driveway reading a copy of The Crucible, and my mother comes tearing down the sidewalk screaming that I got in, and waving my acceptance letter in the wind. I screaed all right, but it was mostly because I didn't want her to drop the letter in a puddle of mud, and then I'd be screwed. And now i'm only 2349236402 pages of paperwork away from actually attending. Mostly because I am living in the dorms on campus and I have to fill out tons of residential and financial aid stuff. FUN.

You know, it's a pathetic thing that I never knew my Social Security number until I had to fill out all these damned forms. *sigh*

I was up late last night. Not only because I was anxiously filling out my eight thousand tons of paperwork for PASC, but I also had to complete three projects/papers for English, French, and geometry. I am the world's worst procrastinator, and they were all due today. One was a term paper, one was a visual project, and the other was a 'vur complicated mathematical.... thing. I am the the World's Worst student when it comes to math. I could really care less. I guess that it why I have a C in the class. And also because I forgot to wear a skirt on the last test day, so Mr. Harsch didn't give me an A. But I wore a turtleneck yesterday during a quiz so I think that made up for it, and I should now have a B. This is sad.

This is my math class:

HARSCH: Parabola.
ME: Right. It's a parabola.
HARSCH: Parabooooooola. *grins*
ME: Ha, uhh...ha? *nervous laugh, backs away slowly and darts out the door*

I am currently having a Hair Crisis. The last time I had a full-fledged Hair Crisis was about four weeks ago, when my friends cut my hair down in the basement. That time, it didn't involve me having to worry about doing anything RIGHT, because I was entrusting my gorgeous coiffure to the steady hands of my friend Lisa. But this time....this time it involves me actually having to do something.

We're doing this show next year in Talented Drama, and I'm being skipped up a class, so I'll be with all the seniors next year, even though I'll only be a sophomore. I don't know what it's really about. Something about James Dean. And it takes place in two different times: 1955 and 1975. Except both are going on at the same time.

I'm playing the younger version of the main character, Mona, who has an affair with James Dean and who eventually dies of a coughing fit or some shit, I don't know. I was cast for this part, and I quote, "because I was all weird and ghostly-looking....oh yeah, and because I'm a pretty good actress."

NICE VOTE OF CONFIDENCE! THANKS A TON, MR. SEDEVIE!!

And it will also mark the first time I have to kiss someone onstage in front of my parents. I am not too happy about that. Neither is my dad, for that matter. He said he would "personally drag that oily bohunk offstage quicker than he can say sexual harrassment lawsuit."

But back to the hair. Sedevie says I have to dye my hair for the part, because the girl playing the "older me" has brown hair. And not just any brown hair, mind you. Dark-chesnut-brown, almost BLACK hair.

It was all I could do to keep from whimpering and stroking my beautifully hued red locks while throwing myself at his feet and begging for mercy while threatening suicide.

Speaking of suicide (nice segue, eh), we won the regional mock trial competition which was held last Saturday and Sunday. Talk about HELL. I was at court from 7AM-6PM on Saturday and back on Sunday for the final round which lasted from 12:30PM-5PM. HELL.

But we won, and got our big trophy back, which we named Edgar Oscar Benjamin Carey Washington, III. Don't ask. Carey, from my team, made that up. And he always is on too many happy pills, if you ask me.

Now we have to spend the night in Lafayette (what the hell is in Lafayette?) for two nights for the state competition, which we totally plan to win, since a girl on our team's dad owns like 20 nightclubs and consequently knows everyone in the city and financially backs the local government. But it should be interesting. Six guys and two girls sharing TWO rooms. That's doesn't add up right. Plus, the hotel where we're staying has a pool and hot tub. Plus phones in the rooms. DUH.

Oh god. What am I going to do. What if someone starts going....crazy in the middle of the night?! WHAT WILL I DO?!

One of the team members is the school's SGA president, and like Bill Clinton, he can get away with everything. Including playing grab-ass with the two girls on our team, including me. I fully resist, thank you very much.

But anyway. I digress. I still don't see why I should worry about being harassed, because I am really just flattering myself. Who would want to molest ME anyway?!

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