Alyssa!! Spanga's was the shyeeet. Yeah, it was fucking amazing. And so are you. Incredible job this weekend, especially with the makeover. Well, actually that comes after Razzle Dazzle, and your playwriting, and duet acting, and scholarship (what the hell? Why are you so good at everything? I'm jealous.) I love you!!
In retrospect I realize that the makeover just consisted of us taking off your glasses, taking down your ponytail holder, and putting lip gloss and eyeliner on. This means that oh my God Rachel are one of the most beutiful people I know (both in side and out!! Oh god...fat chick again...) and I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!! YOU'RE GORGEOUS!!!!!!!!!! AND TALENTED!!!!!!!!!!! AND FUNNY!!!!!!!!!! AND AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!
I love how I understand everything in that entry. But mostly, I love the headline for this entry because it's just fucking hilarious. Fat chicks are the shit. Lets eat cake made of love and become overweight fat chicks who go to theatre festivals every weekend. And we all have pretty eyes. God. We're hot. I love us. And Evan. And words that mr. rutherford hears, such as penis. And ITS. And you winning a scholarship. And me maybe having been able to get a superior. And Spangas. And the waitress at Spangas. And Paul molesting girls. And Rachel being pretty. And oh god, theres too many things. Shyeeet.
Alyssa, my love, my Muse, my amazingly talented dear friend,
I am sad that this is the only year I went to ITS--because despite all the freaking out I did beforehand, IT ROCKS HARD! But O'Malley's breakfast doesn't, and neither does the temperature at Holly High, nor do wretched one-acts like Slide/Over... but you, my dear, certainly do.
And please, I am so one of those fat chicks who loves love and theatre festivals... I have fucking Carrie Bradshaw in my livejournal icon and I wanted to cry after I performed my monologues Thursday night because everyone was so sweet about them.
I'm so proud of YOU.
We're the shit, what with our captivating eyes. I hope tomorrow during seventh hour, we ALL sit in a circle and say the nicest nice things about each other, physical and not, so we feel as tremendously loved and talented as I did this weekend always.
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I am sad that this is the only year I went to ITS--because despite all the freaking out I did beforehand, IT ROCKS HARD! But O'Malley's breakfast doesn't, and neither does the temperature at Holly High, nor do wretched one-acts like Slide/Over... but you, my dear, certainly do.
And please, I am so one of those fat chicks who loves love and theatre festivals... I have fucking Carrie Bradshaw in my livejournal icon and I wanted to cry after I performed my monologues Thursday night because everyone was so sweet about them.
I'm so proud of YOU.
We're the shit, what with our captivating eyes. I hope tomorrow during seventh hour, we ALL sit in a circle and say the nicest nice things about each other, physical and not, so we feel as tremendously loved and talented as I did this weekend always.
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<3 Katie
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