2003-12-17 ~ 4:24 p.m.

I am so sick of this diary thing messing me up all the time. I havn't up dated in awhile because everytime I do it will refresh the page or just go to the members area for no reason!!! I HATE IT!!!! I've tried so many times to put up my endlessly witty banter just to lose it all and when that happens I just can't write for the rest of the day. It drains me completly. Everytime I lose it it's like a chunk of my soul has been gored out by diary hateing computer knomes who hit buttons but I never see it because they're invisible. Damn, dirty knomes.

Henwood made me present my drama character to the class today which wasn't that easy because I didn't really know what he meant. So I walked onto stage anyway and decided I'd just be super clever and figure out what I was doing by whatever he was saying. Turns out he wanted me to do the character from my play (The Shiskabob Diamonds/The Happiest Little Alien Who Could, Probobly). So he says, "What is your character's personality?" Me thinking: oo-ee-oo-ah ah RAMALAMA DING DONG- wait, what? I took a stab in the dark and said, "My character is kind of girly but then she realises she's being girly and tries to be tough." He says, "Okay, say your first line in the play really ditzy." Me thinking: Wooo, that was lucky. Ooowaaa, ooowaa. Haha, I make funny noises. Wait.... I think he said something. I said, "Huh?" "Your line." "My first line?" "Yes." "Okay." "Reeaaallyyy ditzy." What'd he call me? "Like, keep up the speed B2R2!" "Okay, now this time when you say it, flip your hair and use your voice." "*hair flip* *giggle*Like, keep up the speed B2B2!" "Okay now rrreeeaaalllyy get into the voice and rreeeaalllyy use the hair. Rrreaaallllyy go for volume." Rrreaaaallllyy move out of your mothers basement. "LIKE, KEEP UP THE SPEED B2R2!!" "Okay, that was good. Big hand for Susanne." *clap clap clap clap you rock aaaaahhhh yyeeahhaww* It was okay, but when I sat down I heard a comment I didn't really like, "She does that all the time." Said by Mitch. Now, I really don't care what Mitch thinks. The nicest thing he's ever really said to me that wasn't about how I look was something I over heard him say which was, "She's a stand-up babe." which was cool no matter who said it. Makes me sound so cool. But the thing that got me was that I don't want to be one of those actors who can only do one thing. I'm not that great an actor but I've pulled some neat stuff out of my ass on occasion, but I don't want to be know for doing a great ditz impression. Maybe he wasn't even talking about me which I have concidered but whether it was about me or not I've started thinking about working on other areas of acting besides comedy. But I love comedy. I like drama too. I get partnered with Mitch quite a bit for the more serious of examples and once we made people cry with our short skit about him going to jail and leaving me with kids. That was awsome, I should do more of that kind of stuff. Today I was trying to work more on the tough side of my character but it didn't really feel right. The whole bold as brass thing is really a characteristic that only shows when nessisary for me and bringing out that with out a bit of time to think about it wasn't easy. I just make people laugh, which is what I want for this play but I guess that just wasn't what I wanted to do today. Maybe another day we'll get back into the sob stories.

There was somthing else... Oh ya! We got our Christmas tree last weekend and Faye and I decorated it. I decided I needed to do something new with it so I put my super blue trucker hat on it instead of a boring old angel. My dad sees it and says, "Hey, you put it on the right way (meaning not sideways how I wear it)." Leave it to my dad to not freak out on me when I'm actually asking for it. Jack is coming home soon, at least I can count on her to scream and hit me for thinking outside the box. Thats what she's good for. lol.

Today in Foods class which is also Sewing class, we walked in to see tie-died everything hanging up across the back of the room. The funny part was that some girls tie-died their bras and pantys and left them there to dry over night. The bug eyed expressions and nervous laughter from the boys kept me rolling all class. What is it with guys and our underwear? I've seen guys underwear all over the place and with the exception of tighty whiteys (which is something no super hero can not laugh at) I don't see anything interesting about them. Unless they have something funny on them like, "Home of the Whopper" or Spongebob Squarepants. Hahahahahahaha.