Rehersals for Fiddler are coming along famously, even though we have less than a week and the director started re-blocking scenes...again. Ah well. We seem to be ready enough, even though we've got a little ways to go. But it should be pretty rockin' awesome, so you should come.
Even though I don't have much school left, it seems harder to get it done now. I'm losing motivation. Mmphf. I really only have a little bit of math, geography, and history...which in themselves don't take much time. Almost...there...
Scary thing of the day...my mom and I found this big honking snake skin RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR DOOR. I'm never leaving the house again. It's official.
But there aren't any snakes in Houston....right?
I've always wondered why some things bother certain people, while they have absolutely no negative effect on others. Take my dad, for instance. He would stick around and keep the horrid creature alive just to see what kind it was...and THEN kill it. But me, I see it, I give my brain a millesecond to contemplate my horror, and then I act in whatever seems best. This includes, but is not limited to running away, looking for something to hurl at the monster's head/vital organs and then hurling said object at the monster's head/vital organs, or standing stock still and screaming my head off as Prince Charming rides up on his noble steed and slays the foul beast with his brandished sword...or garden hoe.
Eeesh. I'm scared just talking about it. Time for a subject change!
Guess what? I got myself a Twitter! It's cool. I won't go as far as saying it's better than facebook, but still. Pretty cool. What are you doing right now?
And the chance of rain on Saturday is STILL 30%! Nooooooo. Go down...pleeeease go down.
Aaanyway, Ahm a hungert. I goes to eat foods. Yum.