I just got my DVD from our musical, and I'm dismayed you can't see anything in the nightclub scene...namely my red dress. Ah well...
In other less egotistical news, yesterday was awesome. Basically it was just a bunch of crazy mostly St. Charles people playing volley ball and sitting in the hot tub and yelling at Matt to let us make a slip-n-slide. Oh, and we watched 88. Surprisingly, no one enjoyed my running commentary on how stupid the protagonist was for not noticing the scary-looking guy in the leather jacket sitting at the bar broodingly and how the pretty lady hanging upside-down from the ceiling dripping blood and crying for help should have technically been dead 12 minutes ago and how annoying that cell phone's ring tone is and how that fire looked really dang fake and shouldn't they have said that line differently?
Everyone's a critic...
But it was fun nonetheless. And I love rich person houses.
And now my mum is yelling at me to turn off the computer and get my booty into bed, so that I shall do.
Arrivederci.
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