I'd rather be writing to Leslie Hall

Aloha! I'm trying to pretend I'm somewhere nice and warm where you could say "aloha" and not get weird looks, but sadly I'm in the cold and snow and rain and all that. Instead of doing my AP Psych homework I'm here, because my homework is dumb. I'm supposed to write a letter to my future child. Except the problem is I don't really know if I want any children. I teach them dance, and that's enough for me right now. You get your little dose of cuteness and loudness and screaming and running around and then they go back home where their parents have to deal with them and I can go home and only have to deal with people in their 40's. But the alternative is writing a letter to my parents with my thoughts on their parenting. Except if I did that it would turn into an angry rant and my teacher would have a parent conference and I'd end up at a therapist. Like my aunt. Except she's not really a therapist, she just thinks she is because she went to school to become a therapist, but she quit and now she has a 3 year old Russian. My friend wrote a brill letter that I would totally use if I wasn't getting graded:

"Dear So&so,

You were a complete accident, thank god I won when I sued the condom company. Thanks for the 9 months of pain and not to mention the stretch marks. No really, they add charm. Don't fuck up your life with a child.

LOVE,

'mom'"

In reality my letter is like "I hope you have a great childhood and you're able to achieve your dreams bla bla bla." It's only a page and a half, because there's only so much you can B.S.


Does anyone want a Jem Sweater?! Because this lady, Leslie Hall, has them, I'm sure you can borrow one. Seriously, she has videos on Youtube and everything! It's amazing. Just look through her pictures, she names all of her sweaters! And not like "Frank" or "Lisa" or "Judy" she names them weird ass things like "Brown Bear Looking Glass" and "First Lady Manners" and "Ball Bells Squad Leader". After being featured on VH1, I have decided I'm going to be best friends with her.

Starting tomorrow I can't straighten my hair. Which is totes not cool because it'll be a big massive mess of frizz! But because we're in hair and make-up for rehearsals starting tomorrow I can't use conditioner or straighten it so they can do it when I get to the theater. We preview on Wednesday, so we've all been living at the theater. Except for today. Today I lived in my bed. My one day off and I laid in bed, lurked facebook, ate pancakes, and went to the pet store with Nicole so she could buy frozen dead mice for her snake. My life is awesome.

Speaking of awesome-ness, a while ago I said I wanted to go to college in Manhattan so I can work while I'm in school...wellllllll, I'm accepted into college so I will be able to do all that fun stuff.

And also hang with Naked Cowboy. Who I've been seeing less and less. I miss him. Remember when he was in that Avril Lavigne music video? And also, remember when people liked Avril Lavigne? I do. I went to her concert in 7th grade. I was the shit.