I've been out of commission for a while now, and I'm back.

Okay, so this time away has been extremely eventful. I've finally gotten a date for my tonsilectomy, however, that's right before our huge test that determines college and such so I've got to work around that.

THE MUSICAL:
Dear lord, it was amazing. The first night our audience was upward of 600 people, but didn't fill the theatre. The second night was upwards of 700, and we had to open up the balconey seating just to accomodate. The last night was completely sold out and we had to set up chairs in the back just so that people could get a chance to see it. Tons of technical things went wrong every night, but the acting made up for it apparently. We had a turntable and that broke most every night, our power lights went out the last night, we had a flight system for the witch, Dorothy, Flying Monkey's, Glinda, and the Wizard, but Dorothy's shoes fell off while in mid-flight once, but it was played off. (We did The Wizard of Oz, by the way).

It was madness, but it was so amazing. We had our set strike yesterday and I stabbed myself in the hand accidentally, so I'm having a hard time typing, but it went well considering past strikes.

So, after that novel about one of the biggest events of my life, EVERYONE was sick. Strep, mono, food poisoning, Spike Shooter drinks that killed everyone...but we survived.

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This is all I could think of for now...there are plenty more, I'm sure.


"I'm a necropheliac."
"If I killed myself would you have sex with me?"
"Do it and see."
"DO IT IN C MAJOR?!"

Gryffinpod
Pod Chashley packs a punch!
*WHAM*
*POW*

Rocking out to Poppies and Di-Didits backstage!

"Ass or crotch? That's from a movie!"

Learning to "walk it out."

Slipping in the makeup room while trying to see the fire.

"Shhh, the mics are on!"
"Then they'll hear me getting krunk out in the audience!"
"*looks at him in disgust then walks away shaking her head* I'm not going to dignify that with a response."
"We're being total botches!"
"Well, they're being total fucktards!"

Kelly, Shanna, and Claire's simultaneous iPod Phantom of the Opera dance.

Claire finally being able to count in the circle without dying from asthma or messing us up.

"RECOMMENDED USE: Begin use with one-half can to determine tolerance. Do not exceed two cans daily. Do not consume more than one can in a four-hour period. Do not consume on an empty stomach.
CAUTION: This product contains strong stimulants and should not be combined with any other stimulant or fat-loss product.
WARNING: Do not use if you are under the age of 18 or elderly. Do not take with any other stimulant or weight-loss supplement or any prescription or over-the-counter medicine. Do not use if you are pregnant or nursing or at risk of being treated for high-blood pressure, heart disease, hyperthyroidism, spasms, psychiatric disease, suffer from migraines, have asthma, or are taking asthma medication. Discontinue use if you experience dizziness, headache, nausea, or heart palpitations. If you have trouble sleeping, do not take within 6 hours of bedtime. Keep out of reach of children."
"..."
"And you're drinking this...why?"

EVERYONE GETTING SICK! But I started it back in November, bitches.

"*pushes me* I bet you can't push me back"
"I bet I can. *tries to push and misses* Crap..."
"Haha."
"Shuddup...*high fives repeatedly while talking to someone else* I don't know, just look for it. *fakes a high five then pushes Wes into the makeup cabinet* Take that!"
*cries like a baby*

Rocking out to Chad and Wes's self-made techno in the dressing room.

Urination stories at Denny's.

Almost accidentally drinking carbonation at Bennigan's and then spitting it back up onto the table.

Andrew unzipped Shanna and Larissa's dresses.

"So...Arielle says you're pregnant...with twins."
"What?! Where is she? That dirty, dirty-"
"Whore? *goes into girl's dressing room* Arielle, Andrew just called you a dirty, dirty whore."
"*from outside* I DID NOT!"

Luke tried to air-shoot me. Now he'd take a bullet for me. That's what I call a turn-around.

*taptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptapt aptap*
*Chad and I silently converse about Francine's tapping then mimick her*
"What?"
"Seriously, Francine?"
"WHAT?!"
*taptaptaptaptap*
"How long does that go for?!"

Doing all of the poppy capes.

*squeezes Claire's hand to pass the energy*
*Claire jolts and squeezes my hand back*
*silently dying from laughter in the circle*

"I need the Dog."
"I'm using it."
"*follows* I need the Dog."
"I'm USING it. If you have a problem, you're going to have to go through my assistant, Ashley. And go. *walks off*"
*follows silently*
"Ashley, you're supposed to keep him from following me!"
"Oh!!"
"I'm going to stab you in the face with fifty screws simultaneously *holds up loaded Dog by Andrew's face*"
"Hannah! No! You're fired!"
"YOU'RE MY ASSISTANT, ASHLEY, YOU CAN'T FIRE ME!"

NO MORE FREAKING APPLES!!!

"Caitlin, could you get me a paper towel?"
"Hey, Hannah."
"Hey, Luke."
*blood keeps pooling in hand from stab wound*
"Do you need something for that?"
"Nah, Caitlin's getting me something."
"You look like you've been crucified."
"Thanks, Luke."