So yesterday I had the flights from Hell. It started off having to get up at 4:30 to catch my shuttle to LAX when my plane left at 8:40. So I looked around the I *heart* LA store, but the only thing I found for under a dollar were See's suckers, so I bought myself one of those, and my sunday school kids are going to get lame pens that say CLU on them. Then as I was waiting for my flight, I found out there was going to be a high school chior flying with us. Blegh, not fun. As I got to my seat, I found out I was right in the midst of them. It was terrible, an almost 4-hour flight, and these kids did not shut up, or stop taking picutres or anything. I was really really tense when I got off the flight. But not to worry I had a 3-hour layover in Minneapolis, and nothing to do, so I went to the book store, and bought The Bell Jar and Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West. And so I went to my gate all the way the heck out in teh B terminal which has only a bathroom, not even a vernding machine, and read for an hour and a half or so, and I finished Brave New World, and got 2/3 of the way throught The Bell Jar before I got home. and sadly the end of Brave New World confused me yesterday, I couldn't figure out what had happened, and I finally realized in the shower this morning.
Today at school I learned that we really didn't do anything while we were gone, so I don't have much as far as makeup work, except for paiting that is due on April 4th. Which is this past Monday. So I'm going to be painting like a madwoman this weekend. Crap. there is Breathe this weekend, but I really want to go to EGF's play. Hmmmm. I'll have to talk with Erik and see what we can do about that. We have a performance in one week. One week from today we will be perfomring at this time. Augh! Frightening. And why the crap are we doing 4 performances? Cruel and unusual punishment anyone?