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I have a new life goal. At some point in my future, I would like to enter a very formal situation where my name must be announced to a room full of people. There must be the valet standing at the entrance to whom I give my name, and then (in a highly superior British accent) he will say loudly, "Miss Abigail Boucher!" And then everyone will turn to look.
Yeah.
That would be awesome.

I'm sitting all alone in my house, which looks so empty since Megan packed up  all her stuff. I miss people already.

I am so depressed right now. All I've been talking about for the past two and a half years has been 'Singing for the Actor.' I have wanted to take this class for the longest time and everyone knows it. So I got into the class and I've been working really hard, because, frankly, I'm not  a singer. I'm just not. But that's what I'm here trying to learn.
So, we had to pick our final song, right? I scoured every musical I knew to find the perfect song, because I will probably never have another chance to sing another musical song in front of an audience. It's just not going to happen. I have one year of school left and unless I join some crappy community theatre, this is my last chance.
I have gone through SEVEN different songs, hunted down everyone with connections I know, called Colony about twelve times, and have discovered that for all seven, sheet music is not sold . . . ANYWHERE. So what did I do? Did I settle for some crappy song out of my range or one that I didn't really like? No. Because this is my one shot and it means a lot to me. I HIRED someone to write music for me. They listened to a CD and did a beautiful job creating sheet music.
Then I got my cast together and we choreographed. They all learned the music and the steps. Then the big group number steals some of my choreography. I don't think it was intentional, but the point is our whole class in our group number does some of the big flashy moves I had banked on for my own routine. So I naturally had to change it. Then my cast, despite the fact that they easily learned the moves perfectly the class before, said, "Nah, we don't want to do this other stuff. It's too hard." So I cut my choreography AGAIN. Now it's just 'eh.' As if this wasn't frustrating enough, one of my cast members drops out six days before the show. Not a huge deal, he was recast--but still frustrating.
So I spend HOURS trying to make this all work, I hold rehearsals, all my people are finally working together really well, I MAKE from hand some props, it's all cool, right?
NO.
After all this mess, here are the people who are disappointing me by not even bothering to show up.
1.) My own mother. Why? Because gas is too expensive. She doesn't feel like driving half an hour to see her only child performing in the one thing that she's basically been preparing for since her freshman year at college.
2.) Justine. The best friend. She has an exam until 6:30 tonight, so I can sort of understand this. But I told her I don't sing until halfway through the program, so she could still make it if she wanted. I guess she doesn't.
3.) Sara. My other best friend. The one I've known since I was seven. Who goes to this college. Who promised at the beginning of the year that she would come. She has an exam tomorrow. So do I. She could take an hour off to come see her best friend.
4.) Dan, who also promised he'd show up and then backed out. I don't mind so much because he has tickets to go see a band, but it's still incredibly disappointing.
My performance is probably going to be mediocre. And I know it. But I just want a little support from the people who always expect support from me. It would be nice if a few friendly faces could be seen in the crowd, especially when I'm absolutely sick with nerves.
I'm so depressed right now that I don't even want to go on tonight. Maybe I'll break my leg so Cathy will let me off the hook. I'm not looking for pity, so please don't give it. I just had to write this down because I may end up smacking my mother, who is without doubt the biggest disappointment of all.

Oh my gah, Ellen, Megan, and I are crazy. Today I have: gotten bitch slapped by Megan (accidental) and been put into a cocoon by Ellen (intentional), typed a paper with my feet, and watch America's Next Top Model to learn as best I can for future fashion shoots (look at Megan's facebook for an album). Allow me to give a quote:
Megan: This is the difference between a porn star (opens legs) and a model (angles legs). Porn star. Model. Porn star. Model. (Megan gets down from bed and leans over Ellen on the floor). This is a porn star pose.
Ellen: How can you POSSIBLY turn this into a model?
Megan: It would probably involve putting on a bra.

I think I'm cursed. Bad things keep happening to my friends and I'm always the one who finds out about it first and has to break the news to them. It all comes down to: should I keep my mouth shut or should I just bite the bullet and tell them? Yikes.

Ok, guys, here's a problem I have and I need your advice. I have a roommate who is constantly in the living room. I mean, CONSTANTLY. Whenever she is home, she is taking up the entire couch and doesn't leave. Her shit is always all over the place and--she has a perfectly lovely bedroom which is twice the size of mine and is always unused. If this weren't problem enough (because I think the living room should be for all roommates to use and not for just one to claim as her bedroom), there's been a new development.
She's started taking off her clothes in there. Actually, she hasn't started. She's done this a lot, just sitting around in her bra. I don't mind if people have to COME OUT into the living room in their bra for something, but I'm a little unnerved by someone who just sits there. I have a boyfriend, you know. What if he came over? If you want to be naked, please do so in your own room.
Last night I asked her why she was out there in just a bra. She could clearly tell that I was uncomfortable with her doing this. She says she was hot from cooking dinner. Newsflash--dinner was cooked two hours ago. And if you're hot, why are you wearing jeans and heavy socks? And why aren't you doing this in your unused bedroom? You're just dicking around on your laptop. Sure that can be done anywhere.
Then, another extraordinarily helpful roommate asked, "Well, why did you come out in just your underwear the other day?" Thanks. But there's a difference. I had a long shirt that covered my underwear and I was out there for maybe 20 minutes. All you saw was my legs. I think this is slightly different than someone who sits out there topless ALL NIGHT.
Now this morning, she just took a shower and is back out there in the same clothes. Bra, long jeans, sock. Now she's just doing it to make me uncomfortable. I can tell because she gave me this shit-eating grin when I walked by and didn't tell me "Good morning" like she usually does.
Am I wrong in being upset? I really don't think so, but as I strongly dislike the fakeness of this girl anyway, my judgment may be cloudy. As usual, I hate conflict, so I need to vent here before I explode and smack her. I just think it's really rude and inconsiderate.

Ellen has livejournal! Yay! What I really appreciate about this fact is that the entry Ellen posted is flawlessly written. I'm always very apprehensive to read things that friends have posted online because if it has a ton of grammatical errors, my respect for them goes down. It's an awful truth, but there you have it. I don't want this to be another rant about grammar, but here's a comment that a friend posted about one of my pictures on facebook. Now, I am EXTREMELY disappointed in this girl because she reads ALL THE TIME. This should be second nature to her. I don't know if she just can't grasp basic English, though she can read it very quickly, or if she thinks that just because it's the internet one doesn't have to write correctly.
In any case, the picture of was of my friend Justine and it looked as though she was in labor. Here is the comment this other girl posted:
lol justine i thought we had this talk.. whose the dad
Ok. There are nine errors. Does that seem excessive for only eleven words? And I'm not even being picky. These are very basic, non-negotiable rules of grammar.
I will give my eternal respect to whichever person can correct every mistake in her post. Write it out as it should be written. I beg of you. Show me why people my age should be allowed to go to college.
Sorry for being such a Nazi about this stuff. I know these posts are probably a little bitchy, but I feel very strongly about this. This is YOUR language. This is one of the first things you learned after your basic motor skills. It's the first thing your parents try to teach you. It's the one thing that you continue to learn every single year you're in school, and it's the ONLY thing you learn in school that you use ALL DAY, EVERY DAY.
I get very upset when others just don't care.

The greatest conversation ever happened between Megan and I about 5 minutes ago.
(Megan and Abby watch Boston Legal)
Megan: (quoting Boston Legal) "What did the doctors say? You drink, you smoke, you play with loaded firearms--you'll go long before the Mad Cow Disease gets you.
Me: *struck by brilliant plan* Let's get guns!
Megan: No, no, no, no, no, nyet, nada, nil, NO.
Me: . . .Pillow fight?
Megan: Okay!
A Pillow Fight: *ensues*
Shit On My Desk: *gets knocked over in the process*
(Abby drops her pillow to pick up spilled desk-age. Megan, who is up on her loft and therefore has the advantage of high ground on the battle field, continues to fight . . . WITHOUT HONOR!)
Abby: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Pakistan, I'm unarmed.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: there are few things I hate more than people who pretend to be really ridiculously sweet to others' faces and then stab their 'best friends' in the back. There's just no excuse for that. And there is a distinct difference between being friendly and civil when you don't really like someone and being fake and 'oh, we're best friends forever!' when you are saying some pretty unforgivable things about them behind their back.
I'm having an extremely hard time keeping my mouth shut, especially when I know the person who it's about won't believe me anyway. And of course, I think I've sparked a fight with this person because I'm trying to protect her and she'd rather stick up for this back-stabbing person than believe me.
I'm just trying to help and protect my friend. I certainly hope she'd do the same for me. And all I can think is that it's true: no good deed goes unpunished.
I'm really upset at this moment in time.

I went to go see The Producers last night. Apart from a few mood dampeners and some heavy wind as we walked back to the car, it was a perfect evening. I liked it because it was very much in tone and style with the movie (unlike Chicago, for example). Although I remember thinking that it was a fault of the movie to be so much like the Broadway play when I first saw it. And it's true. This show is far, far better on stage than on film, especially since they didn't change ANYTHING in the movie, including most choreography and costumes.
While it took me a long time to get used to the style of the movie, I was with this show from minute one because firstly it was how I expected it to be from seeing the film a million times, but it was finally in the correct medium.
It's the difference between hearing someone describe a painting and then actually seeing it.
It's just funny how your life can never be perfect. Everything has been seeming to fall into place over the past few days, and just as that happens and I'm finally happy, something else in my life out of my control shifts. Why can't the world just ever let me be content? Especially since this is the prime time to do it. We only have a few weeks left, it's getting warmer, and for once I have no homework. The homework thing is going to change very soon, so I wanted this brief rest to be peaceful and lovely.
I guess not.

Orangutang is not a word. If you are smart enough to be on Jeopardy, you should know this.
On a completely different note, do you ever get really annoyed when someone who irritates you keeps talking about the thing that you love? And do you ever love it less (at least at that moment in time) because the irritating person likes it too? Because that's how I'm feeling right about now. Harry Potter is getting ruined for me.

Am I wrong in thinking that being in the bathroom for 40 minutes straight  when you have 3 roommates is just rude? I'm sorry, but there is no reason to take a half-hour shower. I  can be in and out in 10 minutes, and that includes shaving my legs. Today, one of my roommates was in the shower when I got back at 11:50. They were already in the shower, so I don't know how long she had been in, prior to my returning home. I had to pee. I could not pee until 12:30.
This is rude.
I don't say anything because it's almost the end of the year and we've all let her get away with it for a while, so what's the point now?
It just makes me mad because she knows what time we get home. She knows that she has over an hour when no one is here. She could have gotten up soon after we left and taken her stupid 40 min. shower. Instead, she waits until its time for me to come back. So I had to sit in agony listening to water run when I thought my bladder was going to explode.
ARRRRGGGGGGGG! Unless you know for certain that you're going to be alone in the house for several hours, you need to be in and out of the bathroom in twenty minutes or under.
Sorry to complain--I just had to vent.

How do you tell someone that their friend is not quite as sweet as they seem, especially when you know they won't believe you anyway? I guess sometimes keeping your mouth shut is golden, no matter how much it irritates you.

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I think I may vomit.

Because I am now livejournal friends with Krista, I will start updating again, as requested.

Sometimes I feel ill-fated.
I don't think I'm going to maintain my livejournal or facebook or any of that nonsense any more.