Wednesday, February 23, 2005

President's Day Rocks!

2/23/05

Dear Diary,

President's Day rocks so hard, it makes me want to cry. Just think about it for a second, diary - our Founding Fathers had the foresight to be born a week after Valentine's Day, a day of such suckitude (read: sucks so hard) that I stayed at home in my pajamas eating the grody chocolate that dorksquad leader Jimmy Johnson gave me with the stupid X-tina valentine that said she wanted to get drrrrty with me - how gross! How...lesbionic!

Anyway, the fact that the day to celebrate our presidents is just a simple week later makes me believe even more that National Treasure is actually based on a true story. Dude, it totally is. I was rockin' so hard on my President's week celebration, I was even on The West Wing location today chilaxin' with a pretend president.

Speaking of sucking eggs and stuff, Diary, I'm curious why so many of my friends haven't come to see Overflow, the new play that I directed. Not only is it beautifully written by Justina Walford and gracefully directed by me, it's got hot girls in it - the critics even say so.

And - for all of those who loved ReAdaptation, it explicates the Justina Walford character...well...almost completely. So, really, Overflow is to ReAdaptation what Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead is to Hamlet, except Justina is a real person. Or is she? Is she an amalgam of 5 people? Hmmm...

I hope my friends are just waiting for their calendars to open up to come see the show and it's not because they are chea...poor. It would break my tiny little heart if my friends wanted to come but could not pay the full ticket price. If it is because they are financially challenged they can get 1/2 price tickets here. I'm totally financially challenged - my poopy parents only give me an allowance of $5.00 a week - hardly enough to even go on a date, which is another reason why Valentine's Day sucked so hard.

And I hope they don't give me any lip about the poopscars this weekend - poopy drama club awards - how terribly "clishay" (I don't even know what that word means but it sounds so good). I tuned out when National Treasure wasn't nominated for anything. Now on to making voodoo dolls so that next year Tony Jaa will get nominated for being the dreamiest Thai Warrior ever.

Giggles,
David

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