"Fame! I'm Gonna Live Forever!"

"No, you aren't!"

Thank you, Hattie.

Wow, this has been an eventful weekend.

Firstly, on le Friday, I spent my evening ACTUALLY working. You know, revising, and stuff. Yes, it shocked even me. But then, there was nothing interesting on television. And I was stuck sitting on babies for the entire evening. Oh the joe. Hahaha, typo, sorry, but it amused me. As does most things, I have to say.

Saturday was groovesome 2005. It was the first official Lousy Bishops meeting, where we tried on about a thousand dresses de la Prom. My God, we are so darn fit. Cough.

My, my. Don't we look just gorgeous. The less said about that the better. The entourage of dresses was quite scary. I am not used to this dress malarky. And I'm gonna have to buy HEELS. HEELS, I tell you. Me in heels is not fun. I warn you. It makes me look even more like a man in drag. Like that's difficult. So, we visited many dress, tried on a multitude of hates. I mean hats.

Yeh. That was also scary. We toddled off to Starbucks, and then sat on the steps, watching the Man-Who-Dresses-Like-A-Lady-But-Forgot-To-Shave. Hahahahahaha. Why would anyone do that? How can he/she/it think that they look attractive like that? Has he/she/it not noticed that children shy away from it in the street, or how dogs howl, and skitter off when it comes even close? God only knows. What a cruel world this is.

Anywho, babysitting AGAIN on Saturnday. So I am rich. Kind of.

And today was le rehearsal de la theatre. Dudes, we are completely fucked, we cannot get this finished in time for Wednesday evenenenenening. Christ on a bike. But never mind, we shall live. Well, actually, Jane won't. And none of you get that. Shut up, Casp.

By The Way: I am sorry for the depressiveness of my last post, but it is serving as a warning to a couple of other people, too. Mwah.

*EDIT* I changed the picture of Stevey and myself in prom dresses, as it looked like they were see-through. Sorry for disgustingness, mes amis.