Ahhh

Since my mom isn't answering her phone I HAVE to tell somebody and I was hoping I could be a little more calm when I wrote this in my LJ, but to hell with calm!! I am going to stage manage Threepenny Opera in the spring of 2008. :D

I am literally bouncing in my chair. Holy crap. This is fantastic. XD

In other news, I got three hours of sleep last night because I crashed into bed around two and slept for about that long before getting up to go to the restroom. And then it occurred to me that if I fell back asleep, I might not wake up for class - like has been happening the last few weeks. So I went downstairs and used the communal coffee pot to get hot water for hot chocolate (which was, admittedly, mostly a reason to just get the hell out of my room) and stayed up and read my documents for my historiography paper which is never going to be written. I don't even know what I want to say. I think I know, but I won't know for sure until I get all my research and start putting it down in Word.

This is going to be a long Thanksgiving break.

I want to write things that aren't big scary papers about police brutality and the mass media and whether or not the antiwar movement got any more sympathy for their trouble. (They didn't, the ones who felt sorry for them were the ones who already saw their point of view and the police were pretty much lauded for their excessive force. God fucking bless America.)

This entry went from WHEE to shit in about .2 seconds. Wow. Let's end on a happier note.

Uh.

The guy to my left smells like he's sweating gin (seriously, I'm getting a little tipsy just by sitting here) and the girl on my right has a huge fucking purse.

THREEPENNY OPERA. :D :D :D :D

(Oh, and new icon. He's Sirius Black, bow down, bitches!)

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If I ever harked another like thee again,
I would drown myself beneath your name.
Lost was the child we all once did hide,
There, for the grace of God
There, for the grace of God
There, for the grace of God go I.