My neck hurts.

Mood: psyched
Music: closer soundtrack - can't take my eyes off of you (<3<3<3!!!)

When I got home today I tried skateboarding across my back room, but then I tripped over an N64 controller and landed on a jazz guitar. Because that's just how bloody cool my house is. ...Why do I live here?

And so I spent the last few days strutting my stuff in Bradford, Ontario. ...Yeah. Bradford. Their town mascott is a large carrot named "Gwilly", in honour of a carrot festival held annually. (...Why don't I live in Bradford?!!?) If you are coming from North York and you turn off the big highway into town (just past the large illustration of Gwilly) you will pass a weird looking house that I want to live in. Right now it looks as if it's either abanoned or housing a lady-to-cat ratio that looks something like 1:500, but believe you me, it would make one bitchin' haunted house!

Anyways we were there with Waiting for the SEARS drama festival regionals! We didn't actually stay in Bradford though, due to Bergen' s allergy to any highschool student who isn't her own and her unwant to stay in a hotel crammed with multitudes of them. We stayed in a charming area in North York.
"Where's your hotel?"
"About two blocks away from Jane & Finch."
"...Don't go outside."
Though unlike previous years the rooms were nice and the contenental breakfast hailed from a familiar contenent. The stay was enjoyable, except on the second day we witnessed a busload of french people pull up and a little part of me died... bad memories, I suppose.

But now: Our Performance.

Freaking AMAZING!!!!!!!

I hadn't really touched a lighting board since Feburary but this Greg guy, who was like Obe Wan Kenobi to my Luke Skywalker, helped me out alot. Which is a good thing seeing as I didn't know what the eff I was doing. Once again the tech rehersal was crap, but come performance time I did that thing that I do where I almost flip out and then ask Derek a ton of questions to which I already know the answer, and then the audio starts and I get all into the force business, where I dont think about what I'm doing and I shut my eyes and I hear a cue and I open them just in time to see the lights go on and the sound go off in divine unison. And then I sit back and think about how amazing I am.

I think by the time Waiting went on the audience was about ready for something more lighthearted, so all it took for a laugh was the curtians to reveal a twelve-foot "PLEASE TAKE A NUMBER" sign and a huge red ticket dispenser. The cast had the audience eating out of their hands, and definately if the audience was adjudicating we would have advanced, but we got this old boring guy instead and we didn't. But I'm happy anyways because the performance was flawless and we certianly didn't put anyone to sleep - they were on their feet, which only happened a couple of times. YAY!

And then there was a rockin' dance with AC DC and Bergen got down and showed us her moves! And it made my night! And I'm tired of writing now. But I'll leave you with some quotes that mean absolutely nothing to you because you're not me which makes you an outsider:

"OH MY GOD! Jesus is my FAVOURITE!"

-Benita

"If food was in the form of men I would be in love."

-Mal

"How d'ya open this bitch?"

-Mary (on the cot)

Ta Da