Today acting went pretty well. People mostly remembered their lines. But Game Guy didn't show up again. He said he wanted to do this, so why didn't he come? For two Drama Club days in a row? Oh well. And the person playing the angel didn't show either. At first I thought maybe she was just late, but she didn't show up at all. At least everyone else was there. But Game Guy has to be there on Tuesday because our director is going to be out of town for some reason that I can't remember because I was exhausted by the end of Drama Club. And worried. About costumes.
My mom found me some shoes to wear and we're going to return the Faded Glory converse whatevers that I wanted to wear originally. She told me if I really wanted them, I could pay her for them, but I'm trying to save up some cash to go to Down Town Disney with Muppet in between the end of Homeschool Drama Club and the start of the Drama Camp we're going to do together.
What was I saying? Oh! Costumes. The director wants me to put my hair in a scarf or something for my part as Mary Magdalene. I don't know how that's going to work since I'm not really a hair person. I can put my hair in a ponytail and a headband. I can't braid hair. At least not my own. And I just learned how to braid friendship bracelets. Muppet ended up with the only one I've ever made. I know, you think I'm strange now because I've just learned how to braid. Hey, I never played with dolls when I was little. The only two I've ever owned were a Bitty Baby (which of course doesn't have hair to braid) and a doll named Logan. I never took her hair out of the pigtails they were in.
Rather than dolls, I much preferred stuffed animals, plastic animals, and plastic dinosaurs. I remember when I was four or five and I slept with a large plastic flamingo. I don't remember what I had named it. But I would pretend it was the mother of Pinky the flamingo Beany Baby.
Whoa. that was strange. My mouse turned off. I freaked out for a moment thinking that I had lost my entire blog post. But here I am! What was the subject of this post anyways? La de da... Ah, Drama Club, Costumes, Braids, dolls, plastic flamingos... Um... The subject was RANDOM that's what all of my blog posts should be labeled. Then I would just spend I second labeling them all. Hmm... Maybe I'll do that. from now on, my blog posts will be labeled random. Because I would hate to go back and relabel things that I spent so much time on labeling.
My posts vary so much. One minute I'll be telling you about something boring like how I hate school and the next moment I'll be going on about how annoying the new Discover.com commercials are. Then I'll begin reciting it for you, "Free range chicken, pancake stack, baked Alaska, 5% cash back..."
Point proven. Except I can't remember what I was proving because now I've spent so much time conveying my point. I think I was saying something about labels. Labels can be mean...if you use them on people. But they're helpful for organizing spices.
Wow. I thought I had nothing to say. Apparently I'm always talkative even when I'm tired. Except I already knew that was true because I'll start talking when I'm exhausted just to stay awake. And then I get really loud and annoying when I'm tired because I'm also trying to not fall asleep. I'm naturally annoying. Like that Trol lol lol guy on YouTube. Or Nyan cat. Wait a second. What's with YouTube and annoying videos? Maybe it's just me being annoying and liking annoying things so watch them. Like the Duck Song. Or Honey Bear. Or when I go on and on with the "Crazy? I was crazy once..." thing. And half of this is Muppet's influence so maybe that explains why she doesn't think I'm annoying but my siblings do even though I'm just as obnoxious for both. Maybe it's because she's an only child so she doesn't know the meaning of annoying because she doesn't live with an irritating baby sister like my two sisters have to put up with. I don't know. Can you tell I'm confusing myself now? Ouch, my brain hurts now. I think I need to go and untangle my mind now...
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