First off I'll start with an interesting entry in my guestbook, about my previous entry in my diary. It consisted of "hah thats funny...people think your hot? riiiiight" I don't know what the person behind this tried to reach with that, but I should say, that was a bad try. I couldn't care less about what random people I don't know think about my life. I'll have to refer to Save the Last Dance and quote "Screw you, I'm brilliant and cool"

I tried out for Damn Yankees yesterday. My acting sucked some major ass, and my dancing was incredibly klutzy. Wait till they get to singing today. I'm gonna blow everybody away, because I can't sing so everybody will run for cover covering their ears. Trying to stop me. Hehe, nice visual.

I can't wait to go to Snowball, it will be major fun, even though not a lot of people I know are going, and no people I like will be going, except for Joe, but we've established that I have no chance with him.

By the way, since we are talking about Joe... Yesterday when I was trying out for acting I was Meg and Joe was Joe (how ironic), and I was trying to get his attention, while he was watching baseball. At the end he was supposed to say "I'm sorry, did you say something, dear" And at the end, when he said it and scene was over I suddenly realized that that was first and last time when Joe called me dear. Should I cry or should I be happy?

P.S. Did I neglect to mention that I studied two hours for that stupid Biology test that I am SO sure going to fail.

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