Yes, I Have Definitely Been Here Too Long. . .

(Kat staggers in, half gagging. The scent of burning hair, lotion, and cucumbers follows her.)

Why is it that Nair smells like cucumbers to try to cover up the scent of burned hair? Yeah, I don't know either. I do not ask this because of my own usage of said Nair, but because of Josh's, Roman's, and Matt's usage of said Nair. (Nair, for the unenlightened is a hair removal lotion that burns the hair off of one's. . .whatever you're using it on.) In this case it was being used liberally on the legs of the Shakespeare class boys, so that they can wear bloomers without tights and not look like fools. So in my nose, from Saturday's rehearsal, lingers the scent of cucumbers, burning hair, and lotion. Megan (our Hamlet) and I then mocked the boys mightily. Haha, we go through that all the time.

Proof that I have been in my family too long: I called Luke honey this morning. And I am starting to act far too much like everyone's mother. Even my father's mother. And my father walked out on us at dinner last night. And we were at a restaraunt. And then I had to worry about how I was going to get everyone home, because Mom wasn't there. And then I dragged him back from the café he was stroking his little masculine ego in. And then I yelled at him. And then he told me I was being overbearing and I reminded him of Mama Rose from Gypsy. And then I threw my copy of "Of Mice and Men," at him. (And then the Dark Lord said, "NO!")

Further proof I've been in this family way too long. (And also read too much Chekhov lately.)

Kat: Mom, were did you Pitya the - put the - putka - pit - GAK! (Gives up.)

Mom: On the kitchen counter, by the grill.

Kat: . . .

In other news, I'm listening to Annie Lennox's Love Song for a Vampire. It's eh. The lyrics have, to say the least, been done, and the music is a little eh, but it has become this weird cultural phenomenon among phans, so I don't know. An mp3 is findable here. I really hope that html works, 'cos I'm a lazy Kat today.

I really like Robert Frost. No, not that way you nitwit.

GAFF is back! But the forums are all ugly and blechy. I liked the old one, and our new emoticons are going to eat my soul. Sigh.

Oh, and a short message to the masses of you people: EMAIL MEEEEEE! 'Cos I'm a bored Kat. . .And I'm basically surgically attached to the computer right now. Seriously. I've been on here for four hours without a break. Because I really do lack a life. Or anything resembling one.

I wrote a poem last night. I think it's awful, but I'm not sure yet.

Quote of the Day

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And many miles to go before I sleep
And many miles to go before I sleep."

- Robert Frost.

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.