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Saturday, March 30, 2002 @ 6:54 PM
Okay, I published what's below twice yesterday because of my ridiculous computer. Then today, when I tried to delete one of the duplicates, I ended up deleting both of them. Do you get the sense that my computer is evil?
My connection is wigging and I'm scuzzy-feeling and exhausted.
Michelle complained because I hadn't updated, and I felt loved. ...How sad...
Oh, and Norway is now in Asia...
Thursday, March 28, 2002 @ 12:31 PM
What is it about me that makes it so no one flirts with me except cashiers and waiters? Do I cease to be female when I'm not ordering food? Am I only attractive to people who want me to tip them?
What does this say about me? What does the fact that I'm even pausing to ponder this say about me?
I hope cute Steak & Shake guy is straight...
There is a reason why Nintendo tried to limit my involvement to giving out clues and various other insignificant tasks. That is because I can't last a whole game as the center of attention without smoking up. I am pretty fun to chill with, as long as no one makes snide remarks about my height, but I am not suitable for young children. This doesn't bother me too much. I don't crave the spotlight like others do. I have my friends, my bong, and a constant paycheck. Being Toad rocks muchly.
What Super Mario Bros character are you?
# 2 Sign Senioritis Has Set in for Good
The fact that you're failing pre-calc is the least of your problems.
Guess how many times I cried yesterday? Three!
Wednesday, March 27, 2002 @ 9:00 AM
#1 Sign Senioritis Has Set in for Good
Your thought process: Oh, my teacher is approaching. I should stop playing calculator games. Actually... what's the worst he could do? Glare at me? (expletive) that (expletive).
Tuesday, March 26, 2002 @ 1:18 PM
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Background Story (yesterday at rehearsal):
J. PALM: "Rob, can I have your children?" ROB: "No." KELLIE: "Rob, can I have your children?" ROB: "I guess. A couple of them." KELLIE: "Can we name them Ackmanzelbred and Gavrock?" ROB: "Sure!"
Then, today, I found out that the kids in sociology have to carry around egg-children, and that Rob is in that class, and that he has two children. The one that he claims is also "mine" is named (you guessed it) Ackmanzelbred. This inspired me to write the following letter during chorus, until Mrs. Corpus told me to "put whatever that is away."
Dear Rob,
It has come to my attention that we have a child together. While I do not recall the incident of its conception (and must therefore conclude that it was less than memorable), I am overjoyed to have accidentally created life with you. I am sure that our offspring will find you to be a wonderful father (if you can refrain from consuming him/her). While I briefly considered legally pursuing a joint custody arrangement, more careful thought led me to question my fitness as a parent and/or role model. So, my requests are few. First, I would like a photo of little Ackmanzelbred. Second, I would like visiting rights three times a week, and for a full two weeks during the summer. As long as these demands are met, I intend to pay a modest child support and also to one day help to finance Ackmanzelbred’s college education. I think you can agree that these terms are more than fair.
Yours Always, Kellie Powell The Mother of Your Child
Monday, March 25, 2002 @ 12:49 PM
So, yeah, I'm really f'n sleepy.
That's about all I have to say this morning. Except that the so-called soulful poet's charm and brilliance have become really f'n annoying.
Articulate people should die sometimes.
Oh, and I am not flipping out. Graphic to follow.
Sunday, March 24, 2002 @ 10:35 AM
So, yeah, Dan and I had a great time taking the scenic route to "Carbondale." We had a great time not seeing Northern Illinois University or The Broken Stick. I did not finally figure out the reason for his appeal (which is not that he makes every story into a production. See quotes.) Dan was, however, wrong twice in one day, and thus, the world was turned on it's heels.
I did not go to Julie's afterwards and watch crazy/beautiful so that my mom wouldn't realize I got home at 6:00 instead of 9:00. Since it didn't happen, it wasn't a waste of time because my mom and Maddie weren't there anyway.
Today I am going to Lostant with my father to collect college stuff from St. Frog's Hall. Yay more driving! I already feel beyond disoriented to the point of sedation. Everyone wish me luck and hope my dad gives me lots of money and returns me home in time to make the BBYD rehearsal schedule (we have a cast! See main page!).
Oh, and TWIRP was lame.
Thursday, March 21, 2002 @ 9:37 AM
Guess what? I'm The One.
Which Action Star Are You?
Wednesday, March 20, 2002 @ 10:16 PM
I don't know how I feel. I'm pretty sure it's not good.
Patience, though. Things are looking up. Allison and I are going to TWIRP together. *giggle.*
I just had a really stupid thought - Do lesbians giggle?
See what I mean? (Singing:) I've got to admit it's getting better, it's getting better all the time...
Tuesday, March 19, 2002 @ 10:42 PM
Everything is not fine. (Nothing is fine! Nothing is ever fine! You want fine? I'll show you FINE! *Wave of destruction.*)
This seems strangely appropriate...
You made it through the flick, but, um, it's not a pretty picture. You're the bloody heap in the corner who everyone thought was dead until you stumble into the hero's arms after the bad guy bites it (think Jamie Kennedy in Scream). You are a smart and fiesty person, but you're also a little reckless and you tend to put yourself in awkward positions -without a good weapon. But even though you get sliced up a bit, you get to survive and that's all that matters. Who needs all those toes, ears, and arms you'll be missing by the end of the flick anyway?
Would you survive a horror movie?
Monday, March 18, 2002 @ 8:15 PM
So, I survived the first day back post-Spring-Break. I'm still dazed.
Dan and I saw the Bagelmans guy again. The exchange:
"This is going to be the best pizzabread you've ever had." "That's the word on the street."
They are so destined for each other. =)
I am quoted, regarding Emily Riehl, in an article in the Peoria Journal Star. Harvard-bound math whiz adds prize.
Saturday, March 16, 2002 @ 11:47 PM
Group Interp placed 3rd at Sectionals - until a 34 second time violation dropped us to 4th place. We will not be advancing to State. None of our cast members received All-Sectional Cast Awards. Not sure how contest play did, but they're not going to state either. Bower got an award though, and Alyssa had three nominations. It was both a trying and a fun day for me. Couldn't help thinking about the mysterious circle of it all.
I thought about my freshman year, when Sectionals were at U-High and we did Hard Travelin'. I had the massive crush on Ryan Rappa, and J McCullough tormented and embarrassed me on a daily basis. I was the only freshman in the GI, and I was secretly hoping we wouldn't advance to State because it would mean that Vittitoe, J, and I would miss out on the Choir trip to NYC. I remember two things from that day. One was that Liz Holt, who was doing the announcements in Stroud, wanted to leave early, and made me take her job. I only announced one show, and it was a two person show called Hopscotch. I met the girl who starred in it the following year at All-State, and found months after that that her aunt was my dentist's assistant. The second was that, after our GI was finished, J McCullough, who, honestly, I lived in fear of, came up to me, shook my hand, and said, "You did a nice job, Kellie."
I thought about my sophomore year, when Sectionals were at Olympia, and I was starring in A Wrinkle in Time. I had a massive crush on Josh, and was miserable of course, because on a daily basis I watched Sammi treat him poorly. (Little did I know Josh only likes girls when they're mean to him.) I hated the script of the show, and I was genuinely nervous about the production. I didn't want to screw up, I didn't want to let Kate (the director) down. I was so nervous that when, while reaching for my costume, which was suspended from the chalk ledge on the chalkboard, I knocked the chalk ledge off the wall. I started bawling. The ledges were magnetic, so I hadn't really broken them. People calmed me down, I got dressed, and then Sammi Dawson did my hair for me. We came in something like 5th place, and A Piece of My Heart, which rocked my socks, did even more poorly (f'n judges ruin competitions. drama nazis). I was thrilled to win an ASA, but wasn't sure I deserved it. The contest play participants had been much better, and none of them had won. Sammi Dawson left early to go to Scholastic Bowl, and I clung to Josh in her absence. It was truly pitiful. I also asked Zeke to TWIRP that day, but he said no - at the time, he was dating Krystal Wilcox.
I thought about junior year, the only year I wasn't in the cast, and I volunteered for the set crew. I was on the set crew, but I genuinely did love Hiroshima Project, and wanted it to do well. Unfortunately, the play in which my then-boyfriend played Hitler did better. I was dating Logan a year ago today. Enough said.
When I woke up this morning there was a note for me on the counter that said, "Josh called at 4 am." I thought it was possibly more likely that it was Fowler calling to check bus times than Weckesser. But, in fact, it was Weckesser. Seems the poor Stick shattered his ankle falling from some sort of ladder-esque structure while hanging lights, and desperately needed someone to replace him in Chicago today on a work call. I obviously couldn't do it as I was at Sectionals. I'm always amazed in how Josh never fails to have more faith in my than I do. One of the many things that I don't mean to love about him, it just happens. =)
On the bus ride back, we played "I Never" and Truth or Dare. (God, the older I get, the less mature, yeesh!) Some very bizarre and very interesting things happen, not the least of which was my being asked to share details of my sex life with the entire bus. I'm pretty sure everyone heard me describe how many people I've made out with and my most vivid sexual fantasy (nine and don't ask).
I'm Claire, who are you?
Friday, March 15, 2002 @ 10:35 PM
Another wonderful night at Katie's - though there was that small lapse (take that how you will, or ask me). Sectionals tomorrow. Bus leaves at 6:00. Chelle's coming for me around 5:30. Coffee. Sleep time now.
Chicago was pretty cool. Saw Blue Man Group and "discovered" a great Thai restaurant right near the U. of I. @ C. campus. =) Points for Chicago... God, I love cities.
Yesterday, I walked on stilts for the first time - and I didn't die!!
Then, last night, GI performed. Of my four college guys who I hoped would be there, only one was, and that was Eric. We had made plans to hang out afterwards, but he had brought Jodie, and they disappeared after the show. This didn't upset me nearly as much as it did Dan, who is probably still ranting. The cool part of the night was the party at Katie's. I'm never having people at my house again, Katie's is the coolest. We watched Labyrinth (so awful and 80's it was funny and cool), and talked a lot. It was a really good time. And Rob cheered me up a little RE: the whole him & me and the never going to happen thing. Makes me think it's not Rob's fault that he's the center of our social universe and everyone loves him...
Megan and I stayed over, which was also really fun. We stayed awake until 4 am, playing MASH and fortune teller and then designing the perfect male. All of the results of these will be published in the Spring Break Photo Journal, which you can expect hopefully tonight, but probably in about a week. Golly, I'm sleepy! And we have GI rehearsal today! Rob's coming to pick us up in an hour. I still need to find an ironing board. And breakfast. I like things that are edible. Wow! With the hahaha...
Tuesday, March 12, 2002 @ 9:48 PM
I won't have a chance to write for a couple of days. To catch you up on what's been going on, first Steven Michaels discovered the reason that I shouldn't be told secrets, and then Dan and I spent the day together, running errands to the Haunted Recycling Center, the graveyard, and Target. The guy at Bagelmen's flirted with him. Then we watched Queer as Folk and Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back. Then Dan left, and after that it just gets boring.
Tomorrow, we're going to Dan's to watch Buffy season one, then Julz and I are heading to Chicago to catch Blue Man Group. I should be back just in time for rehearsal on Thursday at noon. Then Thursday night after the performance we're probably going to a movie or something similar, hopefully with Eric who I just don't see much of these days. When I finally get home, I'm going to start work on the photo journal I've been working on, a diary of my Spring Break. It should be tres amusing. (See? That right there is the influence of Dan.)
I'll be sure to let you all know how CP & GI do at Sectionals this weekend. Oh, and in case you were wondering...
Which tarot card are you?
I'm Rogue
What X-Men Character are You?
What is YOUR Highschool label?
But then this one is so incredibly innaccurate:
Which "Saved By The Bell" Character Are You?
I don't think I could possibly resemble her. Someone back me up here.
Sunday, March 10, 2002 @ 5:40 PM
Oh, what a night...
Sometimes I think that either I am a magnet for the bizarre or that I make way too much out of things. Though, before you tell me my night wasn't wierd, when was the last time a patchouli-scented druggy named Twiggy woke up a sleeping eight-year-old at one of your parties? When was the last time a car parked outside your house had the driver's side front window smashed? When was the last time you went to Wal-Mart and bought ten dollars worth of impulse buys? Or played feudalism with your little brothers' friends in your basement while your brother threw seeds at you?
Anyway, I slept from 4am until 10 and actually feel pretty okay... though, admittedly, the antithesis of social. I plan to play the Sims and work on homework. That doesn't mean you have to leave me alone or anything, but I think I'll wait until the weekend to have another "gathering" at my house... Just, you know, in the interest of safety.
I watched Ghost World a second time, and I liked it a lot better the second time around. I think it's one of those movies that you have to watch alone... has anyone else ever noticed that? There are some movies that are better when you watch them with others, and some that are only good when you watch them alone. I can't explain this phenomenon, but I can think of plenty of examples to back it up...
Saturday, March 09, 2002 @ 2:04 AM
We decided to bail on the Allette Brooks thing. ("I'm not too excited about the singing lesbian..." -Dan.) Michelle and the Megans came over, and we ate Papa Murphy's pizza (yum), listened to the Verve Pipe and Ace of Base on my back porch, watched part of Fallen, and then I introduced Megan to the glory and wonder that is Blogger. I'm hosting her, and soon you will be able to see her wonderful little 'blog. Sadly, it's not quite ready yet, we're still working.
Friday, March 08, 2002 @ 11:42 AM
Emode amuses me...
"Mmm ... mocha! Strong and rich — but not too sweet — you're the flavor of late nights and early mornings. A coffeehouse regular, you've cornered the market on deep thoughts and probably have a little more than your fair share of brains. In fact, those who know you may even consider you an intellectual, a label that suits you just fine. Deep and thoughtful, you love the academic life — or at least the structured pursuit of knowledge. And, since hitting the books often means all-nighters, what better flavor than mocha to keep you company? Chocolaty and intense, you're a truly tasty treat."
You hear that? A tasty treat. I'm putting that on my AOL Profile as we speak.
So... what flavor are you?
Thursday, March 07, 2002 @ 8:03 PM
Lately, I find myself wondering what the HELL made me think that theatre was what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Then, I remember Justin Mayo, and Kevin Vernon, and Kate Jordan. And most of all, Stick & Co. And I realize that though they are spelled similarly, Thetard and Theatre are not the same.
I'm taking a Mental Health Day tomorrow. (I love you, Mom!) Tomorrow I'll post my Agenda for Spring Break. Then you can all show up at my house at all hours of the day and night and ruin all my plans like I knew you would all along. =)
I love all of you. Except Rob.
J/K. I love you, Rob. Despite my better judgment. =)
Wednesday, March 06, 2002 @ 12:33 PM
Okay, so, I finished conducting the Kellie's Life Poll. Only four people got to vote. Representing the Sensible and Sensitive Friends, Megan Dougherty and Justin Irvin. Representing the Fun and Friendly Friends, Stephanie Krimmer and Dan Oltman.
The results are as follows:
Where Should Kellie Go To College?
Southern Illinois University (3)(3)(4)(4)=20 Illinois State University (2)(2)(3)(4)=11 University of Illinois at Chicago (1)(1)(4)(4)=10 University of Iowa (1)(1)(2)(3)=8
Who Should Kellie Ask to Prom?
Steve Vittitoe (2)(4)(4)(4)=14 Seth Gordon (3)(3)(4)(4)=14 Matt Shaw [ha ha] (1)(4)(4)(4)=13 Rob Carroll (2)(2)(2)(4)=10 Josh Weckesser (1)(1)(4)(4)=10
But while I was examining the results of this poll, Nate said to me, "Kellie, you should go with me?" And I said, "Would you really want to go with me?" And he was like, "Hell, yeah!" And I figured that was practically like being asked, so now it's official, Nate and I are going to the Prom with crazy-colored hair, and I might even wear fishnets. =) I think everyone will agree that this is probably better than my humiliating myself by having Rob turn me down (duh squared =) and having Josh think that I like him again, which he totally would, because he's just pretentious like that (ugh).
Tuesday, March 05, 2002 @ 12:54 PM
So, yeah, it's only a matter of time before the school falls apart around us. When Nate left for Japanese, I told him to be careful on his way out of the building not to get hit by any falling ceiling tiles. Six pipes have broken.
And it looks like, as some bizarre side-effect of this, my Comments aren't working! Goddammit.
And it turns out I'm not the only person who's had scary dreams about Rob... Huh.
Monday, March 04, 2002 @ 11:34 AM
I got a 1st on my solo! Yay!
We got a sign-out day from Chorus. Yay!
My posters are pretty, and they will make people come to Barnes & Noble, Wednesday night, to see Among Friends and Clutter, starring me at 6:00 and/or 7:00, and buy BaNob merchandise between 5-9 pm with special blue bookfair vouchers to support their Thespians!
Friday, March 01, 2002 @ 1:04 PM
Still too many rehearsals. Ugh. I am the single most uncoordinated person in the world. And let me tell you, people hearing that they suck doesn't usually tend to make them suck less.
Solo/ensemble tomorrow, then GI rehearsal, then I'm riding with Eva to Eureka to see A Piece of My Heart.
Enjoy the website while I'm gone. And behave yourselves.
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