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The lamest play... EVER

Sunday, August 8, 2010 9:45 PM

Hello All,

     I'm a bit high today. Just a tiny bit. Nothing's really changed. I just had half a cup of Coke, and my brother finished the rest.

     I guess that's for the best.

     So lately I've been in reading mode. I mean, I've always been a reader, but now I'm kind of addicted. I'm pretty sure that's a good thing, as long as I don't become a reading-whore like I was last year. And the year before that. And the year before that. And the year before that. And the year (get comfy, this might go on for a bit) before that. And the year before that. And the year before that.

     Have I reached Kindergarten yet? No? And the year before that. Now? Good.

     Sorry about that. I guess I am more high that I thought. But seriously... half a cup of Coke...

     So apparently I've only blogged twice, but I've already broken one of the rules. No swearing. I don't see where I've done that, but I did... according to Ning. And you know what they say. Once you kill a cow, you gotta make a burger.

     Where'd I get that? From my Gaga-bible. Are you ready for me to unleash more Gaga-ness on you?

   * "They can't scare me, if I scare them first."

   * "Well, that's your opinion, isn't it? And I'm not about to waste my time trying to change it."
   * "And now, I'm just trying to change the world, one sequin at a time."
   * "Well my music was different in high school; I was singing about love - you know, things I don't care about anymore."
   * "People will always talk, so lets give them sumthin' to talk about"
   * "Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you're wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn't love you anymore."
   * "Peace. it does not mean to be in a place where there is no trouble, noise, or hard work. it means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart."

     I've officially memorised all those. Aren't you proud of me? OH MY GOD, what do you mean you hate Gaga!? GET OFF HER PLANET FOOL! No, not you. I meant you.

     I think we've established that I'm actually a lot, lot, lot higher than I said I was.

     ANYWAY, today I spent the day memorising the lyrics to a really lame play which Joshua has written for me. We're doing a modern re-enactment of 'The Merchant of Venice' by Shakespeare, and I'm Portia. In the original, Portia's this rich b*tch, and her father has decided that she should marry somebody who chooses the right casket out of a gold, silver and... lead one.

     In the modernisation, Joshua has decided that it should be a reality show, and the suitors have to choose between a McDonalds Family Dinner Box, a KFC Bucket and a take away container from that Thai Noodle Shop down the road. It's so stupid! And usually, I'm up for stupid stuff like this, but seriously, look at the lyrics:

   Rani/Portia:            I will never get to choose whom I date,
                                    A reality show has controlled all our fates.
                                  So they've prepared these three boxes nigh...
                                   (Reveal Boxes)
                                   But if you select the wrong box,
                                   The producers will change your house locks.
                                   But if you choose the right box you shall see,
                                  Your prize shall be my heart and my dowry...

   Joshua/Morocco:   Your heart is worth the greatest risk of all
                                    I shall choose a box after supper falls...

     What's even worse, is, I have to sing this. I mean, seriously. It's like some lame Operatic/Musical/Torture. I will lose all my honour when I perform this in front of my class this Thursday. Pray for me, that tommorrow morning, I will wake up and find a script ten times better in my lap. Either that, or please, some random alien, abduct me on Thursday, and only return me if Mrs. Arblaster agrees to let me off doing this!

     Ok, I'm serious now. And actually, I don't mind doing this. It will be pretty funny. And lame. As long as Brinthen's not videoing it... I am sighing right now, imagining that.

     Ok, I've blabbed too much now, and it's late, so off I go to bed. Oh, by the way Ning, your headphone blog came up twice. Just telling...

That's it. Thanks for reading!