It's over! It's over! Strong Bad Says it's over! It's over! It's over! Everyone died 'cept me!

Well, dearies, what shall I tell you this fine day...hm. Well, the remaining performances of The Pajama Game went very well, indeed... and the cast party was very enjoyable. Mostly it was just me and about 6 other people sitting on a playground in the rain and exploring. And not smoking weed, as many assume. I'm so glad musical is over...now I have time to eat and sleep! woot! Ummm...I do believe I'm over my post-breakup angst...bout time, too. It's been nearly a month. Here is my final mentioning of Brian in this blog, for all the world to see: He is a stupidly immature egotistical irritating flounder with the emotional capacity of a teaspoon, to quote Harry Potter.
So nuff of that...
Mi familia came over last weekend for my brother William's First Communion and my play; that was a lot of fun.
And now my mom is telling me to get off the computer, so I will finish this here post later. Bye.

OOooooookay, I'm back. So. Random thought for the day: I really want to get started fixin up my van... it's a 1985 Volkswagon Vanagon. Right now it only runs a little [BUT IT RUNS!]...it'll need a new battery and an oil change, for sure, and I'll probably get some new tires and hubcaps while I'm at it. I also need to put the dashboard back on, I have no idea what the dolt who owned it last was trying to do... OH! and I'm going to paint it epically. I'm already designing the mural. And once we get that baby running...well, I'll have to learn to drive stick I guess...but I plan on taking it to next year's [or the year after's] Bonnaroo festival. My friend Korrine offered to pay for my food if I take her with. So. I'll start planning that epic adventure right now.