willy wonka, willy wonka, the amazing chocolatier…

our chorus/drama club’s play was today. i actually just got back; from two to four for adults, for the cast and crew, from eleven to four. and i’m seriously hungry.

a lot of the cast/crew is familiar to my (imaginary) masses of readers. the cast (major) is below.

willy wonka: shayla haley a.

charlie bucket: bella caroline e.

grandpa george: dot madison n.

augustus gloop: daphne laura g.

mrs. gloop: eve zoe n. (yaay!)

violet beauregarde: inez caitlynn m.

mrs. beauregarde: mieko iesha d.

veruca salt: angela jessie i.

mr. salt: hiral robert d.

mike teavee (who, along with green day, is my blog’s namesake): marilyn grace k.

mrs. teavee: sadie sarah l. 

oompa loompas: lexi, ann-payton, sari, irela, and kiki.

the candy man: tilly grabriella s.

and heather did spotlight, sort of. she didn’t really do anything since burrito-boy (who apparently was supposed to teach her how to use it) wanted a burrito and didn’t have the time to teach her how. (in five hours) (and a half). hence the nickname.

but we didn’t suck too horribly, but we skipped a few lines, and such. we’re doing ‘selected scenes’ from it tomorrow. and i have gel in my hair and hairspray in my bra and god is it itchy.

some idiot pushed a tree backstage and it fell on me during intermission.

‘oh, crap, a tree!’

…

‘but i didn’t push it! it just fell on me!’

yeahh, smooth. hiral and i had to share a cinder block. that and i used the poor boy for a pillow backstage. soz, hiral.

‘well, that particular chute leads to the incinerator, but that’s generally only lit on tuesdays.’ ‘it is tuesday…’ –willy wonka and mike teavee, book by roald dahl, screenplay by roald dahl.

censorship

our school newspaper was recalled today, seeing as our new head of school was offended by the lovely heather’s story.
what was it about?
that our school needs better quality foods, like .not. stale/bad vegetables, .not. black fcking lettuce, etc. about the greasy food, etc.
so he demanded that all of the newspapers we delivered be recalled.
well, at least someone read it. 😛
but still, it’s silly and upsetting,
that they would take a perfectly good article out,
because ‘someone didn’t like it, awwwh! let’s just cater to everyone’s needs!’
bitches. 😐

i’m so typical.

i’m a crap writer. i won’t pretend i’m not, really. i can’t write, but i can design.

i like to make full, well-rounded characters, to make them perfect people, the type that pique your interest and keep you hanging on. i didn’t particularly know why, and still it is very unclear to me. a ‘friend’ of mine tried to explain it to me, once.

she said something about how i am trying to create the perfect person to make up for the lack of true companionship and comfort in my life.

but that’s a bunch of bullshit anyway. 🙂 in other news, also having to do a bit with writing…

i got into a little snitty-fighty-thingy with lynn… and some friend of stacey’s. i will copypaste it into here… (at least little snippets. the climax, you know. good story, good press. ;p) the discussion is about an unnamed friend whose underwear was seriously showing in a photo.

this girl: i may be mistaken. but do i see underwear? … 

girl in pic: … I dont have like a photo editor where i culd blur it out! I wish i had it so then this whole convo wouldnt have started! haha well ill find a way to edit this pic. 

this girl: or ‘delete’ it. there is always .that. you could just take another one. wearing shorts. or pants. 😐 …

some irritating friend of stacey’s (s.i.f.o.s./sifos): … yall ppl need to calm down NO ONE CARES ABOUT HER UNDERWEAR!!!! GET A LIFE!!!! STOP WORRYING ABOUT IT!!!! 

this girl, to sifos: when your panties are showing don’t expect me to kick any pedos in their genitals. 😐 jerkface. also ‘yall’ is not a word. ‘yell’ is a word, though.

sifos: wat the fuck does any pedos in the genitals meen?? and google it it is a word to normal ppl. i gess thts y u havent herd it

this girl: uhm, if you don’t know what a ‘genital’ is, i suggest you check to see if you’re buying the right underwear, chickie. i know that ‘y’all’ is a word. not ‘yall’. if you want to make any impression on me i suggest proper grammar, and perhaps spelling like you’ve received some sort of education at least some time in your life. and a ‘pedo,’ my lover, is the type of freak that likes to see 13 year old girls’ panties. …

dot: … *this girl* stop being a grammor ass!

this girl: i can’t help being a ‘grammor ass’ when people can’t even spell what they’re critiquing.
the intelligence of society is crumbling into nothing, and these sort of things are the cause of it.
 aside from that, being worried about a friend is better than calling her a slut and a hoochie mama, which i can recall both of you ((stacey and dot)) doing to me. more than once. 🙂

stacey: Um A. were teenagers and duh were not gone be as grammatically correct as adults are and B. i didnt!

this girl: i’ve heard lower schoolers spell better than some of this slime. etta, you did, too. on more than one occasion. and if you need to be reminded that badly i suggest you don’t conduct this farce on the web.

eve: um *stacey*, i was THERE when you did. also: get spelling tutoring, thought i doubt it would make much of a difference on either of you two.

sifos (hadn’t heard from her in a bit!): thts funny actually, you are talkin to us about OUR spelling and you cant even spell though right 🙂 

 this girl: nor can you spell ‘talking’ right, lover. or ‘that’s’ for such a matter. 😦

stacey, pointing something out (glad she was being mature. i was over the maturity bit by now, i admit): But seriously this isnt that big of a deal so can we PLEASE drop it!

this girl: hmmm. i don’t take insults lightly, though. 😐 but if this wench ceases speaking i’ll stop. 🙂 oh chatspeak? PLZPLZPLZPLZPLZTHX I LUVS CHATSPEEK ITS SUUUU HAWT OMG OMG!!!11!!!@!!!@2!!eleventy!!@@!#

lynn: *this girl*. I’m telling you now. STOP BEING A GRAMMAR ASS. It’s annoying, it’s arbitrary, and it’s pointless. It’s not like were writing a novel here! We don’t need to use perfect spelling and grammar. Don’t yell at people for not using correct grammar when even you aren’t. It’s very hypocritical, especially for a person who ‘hates’ hypocrites. Oh, and stop calling people ‘lover’ it’s creepy. … Oh, and *this girl*, I really tried to use PERFECT GRAMMAR so your eyes don’t bleed from the typos. I hope you appreciate it. 😉

this girl: arbitrary and pointless are synonyms. it’s kind of unnecessary to include both. i know i’m not using ‘perfect grammar’ and i never do, but spelling things wrong when you know how to spell them (typos i can excuse) is worthless and demeaning to oneself. and i don’t think i can ‘yell’ at anyone VIA the internet. i can scold. i think you’re ignoring the fact, my dear, that i’ve been correcting her spelling for most of this. not grammar. if you ended a sentence with a preposition i wouldn’t be too peeved. you would sound infantile and silly, but that’s not my problem. also i am severely lacking in eye-stigmata, so i don’t think my eyes will be bleeding anytime soon, love. … i can usually tell if someone doesn’t know how to spell something, but if they’re blatantly spelling it incorrectly so as not to waste their ‘precious time’ that they use to browse cartoons and porn sites on the internet. 🙂 abbreviations are for dictionaries, crazed fangirls, stereotypical ‘valley girls’ and note-taking.

h.s.: hmmm, now this is intense.

this girl: of course it is. it’s teenage girl-drama.

stacey: Tell me about it.

this girl: uhm. okay. … see, there were these teenage girls (ALL OVER THE WORLLLD) who started yelling at each other because they had nothing better to do, even though the fight is nothing personal and they will totally get over it at school, while continuing the vicious fight and rumours and shit on the internet. and then they start to break into ‘teams’ and sit at different lunch tables and talk trash to their ‘omg ttly real frienz 4evahh’ and then it’s all nasty and icky and gross and et cetera. (names like bitch and broad and slut and whore and skankbag and the like may be used in the process. but remember. they love you. really, they do.) sum it up well enough? 😀 i think i did.

stacey: Yes i think that you did a wonderful job *this girl*

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and the battle RAGES on. and on. and on. updates on my snitfit will follow later. hopefully i can be as gaddamn cold and snarky in the REALWORLDOMG. public outbursts are these girls’ specialties. sadly.

-assumes POW position and meditates on hot coals-

‘i feel estranged from all my friends. i feel a disconnection, i guess i don’t need them. when they’re around, they’ll criticize about my happiness. it makes me hurt inside.’ –home grown (my friends suck)

(also, it makes me shake and disables me from typing well. or maybe that’s the energy drink.)

new year’s resolutions

i’ve got several of these babies. one was fulfilled before the new year, but i’m putting it here anyway.

–tell mother about my ‘little crush’ on a girrrrl. (done! :0 proud proud proud)

–be less self-conscious.

–take better care of my teeth. (now that i’m a BRACE FACE i need to… D: yep, braces (i know i’m a bit old for them, but motherrr insists. ew.))

–be less SHY and manage to snag a lovely (in)significant other. please.

–get rid of the people that think that they’re my ‘friends’ who are really venomous and horrible people most of the time

–learn how to eat with tinsel teeth

–educate myself (more than already) (and i am not talking ‘what year did francis drake circumnavigate the world. i am talking something INTERESTING and FABULOUS like sewing or making my own clothes)

–drop a pants size

–work on music and poetry, and write some more

–mask my chest and shy away from all of stacey’s boob jokes. 😦

that’s it, that i can think of. shallow, amirite? i always feel fat. probably because i wear about the same size in pants as my godmother. who’s 45. (except i’m something like 34-24-34, and i have no idea what she is) i’ve been in a rut with all of my art lately. sooo… there’s that. boob jokes have been torture for years, since i (embarrassingly) went from a training bra to a c-cup in six months (roughly).

hopefully the weight loss will result in more confidence and less peoplephobia. the dental hygiene will also help with that, i hope. so that’s it. feel free to tell me any new year’s resolutions of yours, loves. (oh, yeah. no readers. ha-ha!)

‘why are some girls so naive? he didn’t unbutton your blouse to see a better view of your heart; oh yeah, can’t blame you for trying.’ –meg and dia (roses)