fun, strange little day. catie gave me a beacon (little flashy don't-drive-drunk blinker), and i joined the subspecies of dorkis dramatis. as i currently possess the conversation book, i intend to inflict much k@ri-ly harm on it before it's passed on again. and my heather wrote an entry! I MISS MY HEATHER (from 3D art...oh so long ago...)!

speaking of long ago - this weekend sara & i have devised a happy little plan for evil five (myself, herself, la manda, bethany, and gimpy) for this coming saturday. hopefully it works. scary as it is i really miss it being just us. not as if i don't adore my friends now, but then - 'twas very special. nobody else liked any of us and we were just a special little cult of evil misfits. mostly the quiet ones...and then gimpy who was just insane, and bethany whose just plain QUESTIONABLE on all accounts.

so -- hooray! me, manda, tweak, clare, josh, jordan, amanda b., shannon - and a host of others (including sam...*mer*) - are now in a club, which i vowed to avoid like the plague. but i'll try this out and see how all goes.

i want to DIRECT A PLAY. that is ALL I WANT out of this experience!!! i don't CARE if i'm a new and incompetant member. i WILL direct and i WILL do a better job than ANYONE ELSE THEY CAN GET! i promise you this. there's absolutely no point in letting me do something like this if i can't boss others around (especially when one of them is sam - HA! revenge).

before my mood hits a low again, i think i'll be off. good day.

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
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sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
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