![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
"It's a Startled Sensation..."
May. 7th, 2005 07:45 pmDid I say I was going to have time on Saturday? *snort-laugh*
Right. So.
Have just got my second cake in the oven; Roger called me up yesterday as we were getting ready for the prom and said that he needed two cakes for the Mother's Day coffee hour service at church to-morrow which we will miss because we'll be in Baltimore so I have been frantically rushing about ever since I got up at eleven o'clock this morning (after collapsing, in a state of utter exhaustion, into bed at three in the morning last night) owing to a long acting class, exercises, and a dozen other things, including LJ, which I've utterly neglected the last four days.
*breathes again*
One cake is devil's food, and the other is an apple cake. Am very proud of both. ^_^
The prom went rather decently, really. Felt like a fool in my dress (next year will wear the Juliet dress or a patchwork or something sensible), but everyone else complained likewise. The food was entirely inedible, so that my diet was not spoilt. *g*
There was a couple dressed so that the boy looked like Edward Hyde and the girl like Death from Sandman; she was very pretty and he rather sinister, and Soujin couldn't resist complimenting them, which made them eye her dubiously, alas.
The DJ played the bloody Time Warp after Waen and I hounded him incessantly for a while, and we then danced to it very energetically; I lost and found my earrings and my watch about twice each throughout the course of the evening; danced with Emma, Kate, and a girl who I quite randomly asked for a dance; and slow-danced with Mary-Kate (I will confess also to dancing with Ezra and Peter). Ezra gave me flowers (so did he to Waen, also) and wore a hideous tie that Waen exclaimed at loudly.
Our play is a disaster. I say this for every play I've been in, every time, and I still stand by it, because for heaven's sake. We haven't got a bit of this scene down, we've got two weeks until the performance, and it's one of the longest and most intricate parts of the show. We're doomed. *glowers*
I read Le Petit Prince to-day in forty-five minutes, and it made me cry, because I suppose I'm silly like that.
Right. So.
Have just got my second cake in the oven; Roger called me up yesterday as we were getting ready for the prom and said that he needed two cakes for the Mother's Day coffee hour service at church to-morrow which we will miss because we'll be in Baltimore so I have been frantically rushing about ever since I got up at eleven o'clock this morning (after collapsing, in a state of utter exhaustion, into bed at three in the morning last night) owing to a long acting class, exercises, and a dozen other things, including LJ, which I've utterly neglected the last four days.
*breathes again*
One cake is devil's food, and the other is an apple cake. Am very proud of both. ^_^
The prom went rather decently, really. Felt like a fool in my dress (next year will wear the Juliet dress or a patchwork or something sensible), but everyone else complained likewise. The food was entirely inedible, so that my diet was not spoilt. *g*
There was a couple dressed so that the boy looked like Edward Hyde and the girl like Death from Sandman; she was very pretty and he rather sinister, and Soujin couldn't resist complimenting them, which made them eye her dubiously, alas.
The DJ played the bloody Time Warp after Waen and I hounded him incessantly for a while, and we then danced to it very energetically; I lost and found my earrings and my watch about twice each throughout the course of the evening; danced with Emma, Kate, and a girl who I quite randomly asked for a dance; and slow-danced with Mary-Kate (I will confess also to dancing with Ezra and Peter). Ezra gave me flowers (so did he to Waen, also) and wore a hideous tie that Waen exclaimed at loudly.
Our play is a disaster. I say this for every play I've been in, every time, and I still stand by it, because for heaven's sake. We haven't got a bit of this scene down, we've got two weeks until the performance, and it's one of the longest and most intricate parts of the show. We're doomed. *glowers*
I read Le Petit Prince to-day in forty-five minutes, and it made me cry, because I suppose I'm silly like that.
