The mole comes out of hiding
2003-11-16 : 11:38 p.m.


*weeps uncontrollably* At last diaryland let me on to write an entry! I've been sitting here for the past twenty minutes wrestling with my template and then when I go to write an entry *boom* even that doesn't work!

Okay, so complaining aside, I had a loverly time today. Great Mass by Fr. Larry. Then Mom's 55th birthday. I painted a picture of her (the one with her as a 4 year old with faerie wings) in water color and acrylic and some cool sparkly stuff and this is a run on sentance, but that's what I'm thinking in currently--run on sentances that is, because I'm so entirely sleepy and tired and praying I don't come down with mono or something because my sleep habits have been so terribly escue (sp?) and what not and who thought of the great way of saying "I don't know how to spell this" by just doing "(sp?)" should be canonized for it is very useful.

Righto. I stole Laura and went over to Hudson High to take pics for the play's posters. Forgetting that there's a new school built I blithely drove up to the old entrance and found it blocked.

Turning onto a windy road and parking I called DJ for directions. Yeah, should have realized he'd set his phone to off during rehearsal. So I called Rachael and, thank God for Rachael, got directions to the other entrance. Got Laura and myself to the high school and began taking pictures.

Lookie here! Look at what I did! Took the pictures and put them all together nicely! Tra-la-la!

Romeo and Juliet on the balcony

The Montagues on the block. Mercutio, Romeo, and Benvolio

C'mon and kiss the girl. Sha-la-la-la-la-la...*trails off*

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Doing: Sending DJ the posters
What made my day: Seeing the Howells; picture taking; hanging with Laura
What bothered my day: Not getting my picture in the art show room let alone any placement from the judges (the dirty bastards, they don't even deserve to be called buggers) hmph; I'm tired of being sleepy! Why can't I be Happy or Sneezy or Dopey?; almost ran over a small mole-like critter while coming back from Laura's house--what is it with me and near-death expriences with small critters?

"'Why, you have nearly finished it, Mr. Frodo!' Sam exclaimed. ... 'I have quite finished, Sam,' said Frodo. 'The last pages are for you.'"
ship's wake : on board : the horizon
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