| hehe. . i saw a transvestite today! i was sitting on the little couches at olive garden waiting to my buzzer to buzz when this couple came in. i thought, hmm that woman is giganto. Then it hit me. THAT'S NO WOMAN! It's forearms were huuuuge. and it had this look. like it looked really nice, clothes clean and ironed, nails perfectly painted, un-scuffed shoes. except everything was about a decade out of style. and the guy "she" was with had this long hair. like they could switch if they wanted. interesting. so thats my story of the day.
ive been listening to the Wicked CD nonstop lately. its amazing. as was the actual show was. honestly, if you have an opportunity to go see it, DO. you can just get the cheap seats-- 25 bucks. its AMAZING. if you like music, like things that are funny, like green, like the wizard of oz (and who doesnt like the wizard of oz? that was a rhetorical question so i dont want any comments from people who claim they dont like the wizard of oz. everyone does. period.), like going downtown, or like sparkly things, you should go.
so like a month ago, we went out to colorado to visit the brother who is playing in musicals all summer. omg its so pretty out there. we dont have mountains here, its a shame. theyre quite lovely. we canoe-ed, hiked up a mountain, almost ran into a moose. sneaky sneaky moose. HAHA. ok so betty dick, the only person left who lives in a national park is like 80. she happens to donate a lot of money to the theater phil's in. the theater held this charity night cabaret thing which was just like a conglomeration of different songs from all sorts of things. betty was there. sooo. they boys did this one number where they all acted like they were in love with her. they brought her onstage and she was blushing and stuff. and then. They all ripped of their pants!! oh her face! then they started singing "Men in Tights" (they were all wearing tights) and dancing around her! lmao.
woohoo summerschool is FINALLY over. OVER!!! ive been going since may, yes may. rediculous. those are my stories. |