subject: labours indeed
mood: stuffed up
music: n/a
CPCetc: friends are confusing and frustrating at times...
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I wonder...what's the point of labour day? I mean, I know all the state-sponsered employments and schools have the day off and no one gets their mail and some don't even get their newspaper, but why? I think it was explained to me once, but I can't remember what it was and it didn't make sense anyway. Naturally, it was also explained that back in the day everyone started school tomorrow as opposed to two weeks ago like I did. And it wasn't so much that this concept didn't make sense but was just so inexcusably unfair that I decided not to deal with it or suffer extreme jealousy for the remainder of my life.

I mean, my entire day has been spent doing next to nothing: groceries, tye-dying, attempting online converse; and that's about it. I'd hate to think that this... divine holiday was of great enough importance that I've managed to completely waste it. Although, that would probably make me laugh heartily.

Scheiβ, I'm tired.

I hope Lexi doesn't get home for a while. I mean, she's really nice and we get along without any terrible occurances, but I'm rather enjoying the peace of hermitting. Naturally, now that I've stated that, she's going to arrive shortly and we'll have to do "girly-time" or some such nonsense. Blargh. No girly-time, thank you. I can vomit on my own time. Girly-time when taken seriously is a terrible, terrible institution. Worse than the drinking age or weed restrictions. Because it's impossible to avoid once you get sucked into it, whereas state laws always have loop holes. You just have to find them.

Ma bouche qui savait sourire
Et conter propos gracieux
Ne fait mainte nant que maudire
Ceux qui m'ont banni de vos yeux.

We have auditions this week, don't we? Hell. I wonder how that will go... Hopefully it won't end badly. Hopefully. Though, U-High shows tend to get a lot of people mad at one another. It's kind of sad, really. Not that that doesn't happen in other companies, but it feels closer because, well, because that's the one I participate in most. It should be good, though. Should be. Hopefully the AD will be awesome and the music will come together and the cast'll be great. And Sondheim won't come find us and destroy us with extreme prejudice for butchering his awesome possom work. We can only hope.

I digress. That is all.

Kiri