Sigh.

Twenty nine people on the front of house crew. Madness. I am prepared for a flying circus, but realy I hope some of them just don't show up. I am excited though, and nervous, but this is good. It's good.

It took me two hours to get home this evening. The bus didn't come for a long time, and then it didn't come a second time, and my father showed up, so I walked home with him. We stopped at a music store, I played some drums. They are $300(cheap!) and I wish I had the space.

I cleaned all evening, because the house was taking on the appearence of a crack house again, and now it's ten and I still have math homework to do.

Today I was wittness to the crime that is Shannon. At lunch she taped newspaper to the ceiling to muffle the horrid radio show. Then proceded to attempt to snort the wax she scraped from the floor as if it were cocaine. I need some party monster. Lately everything is cocaine addictions and drug charges and techno music.

But I look pretty.