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Mood: chillaxin'
Music: Sheryl Crow - Wild Horses (Stones cover)

My nails are too long to do anything proficient like typing at a keyboard, and so they are being cut now.

Today was not the greatest day in the world, but I've had worse. This morning I got up early, showered and dusted off my arsenal of makeup to make pretty for my photo re-takes (I looked a little drunk in take one). By the time I got to the aud, there were dozens of little pretty girls and pretty boys already in line and so I ended up waiting for forty-five minutes listening to people discuss what kind of drugs they've smoked, et cetera. While that was all good and fun, after returning to my classroom and praying to God for the next 15 minutes that Mrs Seibert wouldn't bite my head off for taking forty-five minutes to get my picture taken (It was not my fault, the kid that was doing cards in my lineup must have been on some horrible kind of ritalin because he triple-checked every letter he wrote down and my name happens to be sixteen bloody letters long.) I had to creep back up to the aud for the 10am stage crew photo opp. I got there just in time at 9:58am to watch them take the picture without me in it.

Excuse me? Woman with the camera? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM??? I am Anne, the child wonder, the very essence of your motherf***ing STAGE CREW!!! ...but nooo, there will be no retakes on account of Jostens are a bunch of dykes who don't believe in doing things when they're supposed to be done and haven't heard of carrying extra film with them. GRRRR! She'd best thank her lucky stars that I wasn't born with laser beams implanted into my eyeballs because if I was then she'd be feeling extra crispy right about now.

I was pretty mad, and mad at The Maestro too because it's his little organization - therefore making it his fault, but I didn't know then that the dyke bitches were rushing things... so it's not his fault and I'm sorry for wishing lasers at him and at Mikey too for that matter. Oh, speaking of The Maestro, check out this totally hot picture I took of him. Does that not just cause you to spasm in a violent fit of lust? Oh... really? Uh... me neither...

Anyways I went for a walk and saw a cute puppy and so I was happy again.

Ta Da!