Really, really great day, considering how rotten I'm feeling... But the date is in Gaelic supposedly which is brilliant... And I'm going for a British-esque dialect today, sorry if I eff it up :x. I'm totally learning around 50 languages. Maybe in London School of Language :x lol. Happy St. Pat's all... In any case, I got a ride to school from Mardo, shoved my clarinet and pit music in the locker, frolicked lezzie-tastically down the hall with Kat, and got on the bus... Mrs. Liverio was still unhappy with us (not feeling well) and pretty much ragged us out to save time later. Though if a situation came up she'd have gone off on us again anyway, so I don't see the point. But the bus rides were brilliant, I've never been on the bus with that crew in daylight and it was absolutely hilarious, what with the gay rape insinuations and singing random songs, sharing soccer bus stories and screaming, and poking fun at Bri and Leah for making out and then Dickie and Dan aping them, and "Clara-we have some news." and then Kat: "Oh, so do we. You go first." And Dom and his hat, raping people: "Quick! Set your laser guns to date rape!" To give a slight taste :x The movie was excellent also, far better than that 1930's imitation black-and-white transvestite porn sorry excuse for Shakespeare we were forced to watch in class. That DVD needs to be burned. With a lighter and gasoline. But this movie... brilliant. And then to pit rehearsal, O is completely bipolar as Diana and Lorusso and I discussed afterwards. She's so horrible in class most times but at pit she's great, and then she'll start out screaming at us and end up laughing and making jokes, often in the same breath. But I love to play my baby, though today neither of my instruments was cooperating, to add to my pressure-induced headache and increased Bernsteinosity of the second act... It wasn't quite as enjoyable as usual. Then to Dickie's for his birthday party, we played DDR and I lay on the couch and Ashley discovered the fun of making me vibrate, it really is cool, especially because I'm an attention whore, and then everybody made fun of me for my response to Dom's funny-in-a-horrible-way racist joke and made sexist jokes to completely ruin my already completely awful concentration. This cold makes me unable to concentrate on anything and I wish I had a waterfall in my throat constantly cooling it off, that would be brilliant... Day after tomorrow is semi, I'm really looking forward to it, but I'd better be feeling better or I might go ballistic. I gotta buy that boutonniere and also I should get to work on finishing that dress-it's basically just sewing on the sparkly straps and then it will be *walla* finished. And gorgey. ;-) It will be very fun. But I'm clueless. And I have focus issues :x But let's just not get into that.