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Hi everyone!

Just so you know, this is the “Gone With the Wind” of LJ posts… or should I say… “The Atlas Shrugged” of LJ posts. XD

I had a quite productive day today, I’m proud to say.

I finally learnt that bugger of a solo in Urban today, and it makes me feel nice. We had to teach this horrid little girl who’s new this year though. That sucked because, well… she sucks. And she has these airs about her where you can tell she doesn’t think she needs help. But I won’t launch into a full scale rant about that, as it would take all night.

I bought the original cast record of “A Chorus Line” yesterday. It’s AMAZING.

Today I was dancing around my room to it, doing high kicks and such… Then I kicked too hard and fell flat on my back. It was really, really, really funny. I tried to laugh, but I didn’t have the breath to XP.

My mother tried to tell me today that we were going to have to buy me some size 5 pants. I cried. I know it isn’t big, its just… I’ve been in a one for two years. But then this summer that one morphed into a two, and a three, and now a five? NO. So I decided to do a diet. And then I went home and ate two cookies and a small bag of chips. I guess the problem is that I don’t have any self control. Like, at all.

So last night I watched a bit of Driving Miss Daisy (Just enough to see Patti’s face pass across the screen, because then my friend switched it to “Big Brother”) and I was like “SQUEE! It’s Driving Miss Daisy! That has Patti in it!”. And then I looked across the room and noticed a box of DVDs and Cassette tapes. And there, lying on its side, in all its unopened glory was “The Jerk”. As in, STEVE MARTIN AND BERNADETTE PETERS! So I scooped it up and asked Kayla’s mom if I could borrow it, because I still haven’t seen it (I Tivoed it but it didn’t capture sound… Weird, right?) And as soon as I type this entry, but before I actually post it (There’s a little time before my parents go to bed) I am sooo going to watch it.

I read TONS of Helen’s book this afternoon. Went straight from page 91 this morning to 242 tonight. It’s so enjoyable! I guess its because I am ~~falling more in love~~ becoming more obsessed with her everyday, but I always smile when a new fact I didn’t know before is unveiled. I have a feeling I will be like this when Patti’s memoir comes out. I’m BEYONDDDD excited for that. My hopes are that she will do a book signing in Dallas. My more practical hopes are that she’ll do a book signing in New York and I’ll be able to get there to have her sign my copy. (Note to self: Try really hard not to faint if this happens)

Speaking of fainting, I’ve been having deep evolved daydreams about how my trip to New York will be. Meeting Patti (CROSSIES!) and all. Today she even complimented my dress, haha. One time, Helen Mirren just happened to be there the night I was, and she happened to have the seat next to our pair of aisle tickets. When torn between sitting on the aisle and having Patti run by me, and sitting on the inside next to Helen Mirren, I chose the inside. I’m so pathetic that in my daydream not only did I incorporate scenes I remember from my bootleg, I also had them clarified (Like where in the bootleg someone’s head was in the way? Now gone). AND Helen Mirren asked me for a mint. I was shaking as I picked up my purse and got them out. The only bad part was that I was shaking so badly that the mints shook and made noise and Patti glared at me for about one second (but since it was MY daydream I mouthed sorry and she winked at me). Another impossibility of the dream? I was twenty one and afterwards me and Patti and Helen went out for drinks. XD. NO LIE, I had a full conversation with them in my head. I won’t bore you with the transcripts, but if you’re just itching to know send me a PM and I’ll hook you up, LOL. ;)

And speaking of Gypsy…..

OMG! The CD comes out in just a few short (or for me, dreadfully long) weeks. I have waited ALL SUMMER for this CD.

Tracks I Am Most Excited About?

-Let Me Entertain You (The Gypsy Strip)

-You’ll Never Get Away From Me

-You Gotta Get A Gimmick

I keep playing Patti/Boyd’s version of “You’ll Never Get Away from Me” in my head (I vaguely remember it from the bootleg, which I think I will now watch that scene, LOL. After my CD my band director gave me to borrow finishes importing into itunes, that is), and it’s the most magnificent thing of like ever.

And now a small rave about our marching band music. I LOVEEEE IT. Now that I can play it, I have fallen in love with our show. I just might upload it here in a bit, being as its only three songs and all. And if you wanna download it, cool. If not, I’m sorry, but you’re missing out. It’s very cool. In case I haven’t mentioned it, (I can’t remember if I did our not.) It’s from the show “La Nouba” which is a production of Cirque du Soleil. I’m not sure who the people on the recording are, but we almost sound like that.

A RAVE ABOUT OUR BAND, PERIOD: We rock. I know at some schools its really nerdy to be in band; at Arp it’s not like that at all. Loads of the cool people are in band. The simple reason? Our band is actually good. Our matching routines are award winning, our director is really funny, and band buses make for… well, fun stuff (don’t worry, not me. I’m more of a ‘sit in the corner and listen to my ipod on the bus’ kind of girl) ;).

Today (this morning before band) Miss Betty picked me up from Kayla’s house and we moseyed on down to the local Barnes & Noble book sellers.

Wow. I think this has been the easiest ramble I’ve made in a while. Here lately I’ve been having to think of things to write about, but today it all just sort of spilled out. (Haha, now I’m rambling ABOUT rambling.)

Well, I may or may not post later. (Maybe I'll do a meme)
If you want the music, comment. :)

I talked to this lady (who I think is the manager) named Renee, about how it was to work there. She said it was genuinely great, and asked if I’d like an application. This caught me off guard, because I didn’t think I really looked old enough to work anywhere yet. I politely told her ‘Not quite yet’ and explained that I was only fifteen. Someone before had told me that you had to be eighteen to work on the booksellers floor, but Renee said that their hiring age was sixteen. That raised my spirits A LOT, and I was just in a really good mood as I browsed through the books. Surprisingly (as I am a bookworm), the first thing to catch my eye was not a book at all, but in fact, a messenger bag. I WAS going to buy one offline that sais “Future Tony Winner” on it, but that seemed rather egotistical to me, AND I don’t think I could get my mother to cough up the thirty plus bucks it would take to but that bag (And she doesn’t approve of shopping online. Silly mother. Always so afraid someone will steal her identity). SO ANYWAY, its really cook looking and maroon with little green flowers and vines all around the edges. I scooped it up and went on browsing books. And then I remembered the whole reason I was there: THE FOUNTAINHEAD. I walked back over to Renee (She’s helped me before, and is by far my favorite employee) and asked where I might find it. She took me back to the fiction section (at the back left of the store) and raved about the book as we went. Fountainhead in hand, I went on browsing and meandered back to the teen section. “Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging” caught my eye, as I remembered reading it in like sixth grade. I had borrowed them from my then best friend Emily, who had stolen them from her older sister. In an overwhelming wave of nostalgia I picked it up to add to the stack. I made my way back up to the front, passing the bargain shelves on the way. The sequel to “Angus” was sitting there for four dollars so I grabbed it too. Then Miss Betty approached with the NO FEAR MACBETH book, and “The Catcher in the Rye” and asked if she bought them would I read them. I said I would, and we continued to check out. My second favorite B&N employee is this eccentric older lady named Mary. She usually works behind the counter or at Customer Service, and her grayish whitish hair is usually always haphazardly held up with a few pins a la Helena Bonham Carter. Her outfits are sometimes something to behold, with a prarie skirt here and there and big flowy tunic tops to match. Then there are her glasses. They show a hint of cats eye-ness with a rhinestone on each end (I interject here to say that if you have read this far, start your comment with Hi, doll! And I will like, love you for forever. Because I will know you care enough to read what I have to say. Please do this.) I AM SO OBSESSED WITH THESE GLASSES. Sometimes, when they are dangling about her neck I remind myself of a cat because I have to restrain myself and not snatch them from their beaded chain. So now that I have described her to you, LOL. ANYWAY. We were in line and the lady in front of me noticed my book. She was all “I read that a long time ago.” But I could have and would have SWORN she said “I met her a long time ago.” So I busted out a “Was she nice?” And the lady politely pretended she thought I meant the book. And then in my head I realized what she had actually said. –headpalm- moment. So we checked out and I smiled at Mary, and we left.