Broadway Star Joined: 2/12/06
I need to have 20 pages written by the end of this week. PLUS my finals and a guerilla theater performance.
Someone shoot me now, please.
Yikes.
What's guerilla theatre?
Broadway Star Joined: 2/12/06
Guerilla theater is when you take a social issue, dramatize it and perform it in public--often in a place that relates to the issue.
It's my first time doing it and I'm a little nervous that I'm going to get arrested for disturbing the peace or something--although I guess taking that risk is sort of the point.
For whatever reason, my hair doesn't like to grow longer than a certain length.
That's normal. It's called the terminal length; everyone has a limit as to how long their hair grows and after that point, it just starts breaking off. That's why there are women who have never cut their hair in their life, but it's still only at their waist, while other people's can get past their knees.
Broadway Legend Joined: 12/31/69
Skittles, that's interesting, but that's not the case with my hair. Whenever my hair goes longer than my shoulders or so, it doesn't start breaking off, but rather looks devoid of all volume and just kind of... hangs there. I'd never dream of trying to grow it to my waist.
That's interesting. I never knew that! I miss my curls.
I talked to a friend who I haven't spoken with in a while. All of my negative feelings came back as I told her all of the things that have happened lately, but it was great to hear her voice.
Heh, okay. I wasn't sure if you meant by it didn't "like" to grow past a certain length that it *wouldn't* or it just looked bad if it did.
I looked it up again, it's actually not that it breaks off the end, it's that the hair follicle stops it from growing past a certain length, so the hair just falls out.
Even more banal than discussion of hair follicles: Every prepared dish in the dining hall had chicken in it- even the pizza. I made grilled cheese.
That's pleasant.
I just want to lay in bed and stare into space. I can't f*cking concentrate. If I do poorly on these exams tomorrow because I can't get my absurd emotional sh*t together, I'm going to be even more of a wreck.
My friend just called me, sobbing, because she hit a dog with her car and she doesn't know what to do. I didn't know what to tell her.
If you can call her back, find out if the dog is alive, first of all. Tell her NOT to touch it, because even if it's hurt and she wants to help it, she's going to run the risk of getting bitten. Can you find her the phone number for animal control, or something? If it's alive, maybe they can help it, since I don't think any vets' offices would be open at this hour.
Edited because I have no idea what day it is. It's Monday, not Sunday. ugh.
Aw, my mom told me a really sad thing she saw about a dog in a truck the other day, but I don't want to say it because it's terrible.
And my hair just sort of seems to stop growing/looks terrible once it gets close to half-way down my back. I never knew it could just stop growing.
I have two interviews my first week in NYC, which is next week.
That's so upsetting, about the dog and for your friend. I probably would have reacted the same way as her.
I overheard this girl in the hall finding out she got into NYU. At first, I thought it was this one girl, so I was annoyed, but then when I went out to go to the bathroom, it was a girl I like, so I was happy for her. I should probably feel bad about my initial reaction.
Broadway Star Joined: 2/12/06
My parents hit a deer when I was little and it remains one of the more traumatic experiences of my life.
The dog and your friend are in my thoughts.
OMG it was YOU who killed Bambi! WAAAAA
Broadway Legend Joined: 10/12/05
Poor dog
Banal: I feel kind of obligated to watch the finale of 7th Heaven. I watched the show every week for four or five years until it became completely stupid. Nostalgia, I guess.
I'm kind of in an 'my studying has shot to hell so what's another hour wasted?' type of mood.
Broadway Star Joined: 2/12/06
Elphaba, I STILL can't watch Bambi for that reason!!!
believe it or not I've never watched it, and I
have never watched Fantasia.......
My dad hunts and one time when I was two, we were at his parents' house while he was cutting up a deer he had killed. He says that I came around the front of the garage right after he cut off the head and I had a complete meltdown. He says I was sobbing and screaming "Put it back on!" He still feels extremely guilty about it even though I don't remember.
Broadway Star Joined: 2/12/06
I used to pass by a butcher shop on my way to high school early in the morning when they were bringing the lovely carcasses in. It always made me sick to my stomach, and as a result I have real meat issues. I've tried to be vegetarian but I'm anemic and it wasn't such a good mix.
I just talked to my friend again. The cops came and someone took the dog to the vet or something, but they don't think it's going to make it. And it turns out that the dog belongs to the little sister of someone that we know and...ugh. She's a complete mess right now. I mean, instead of squishing spiders and such she scoops them up and throws them outside. She'd never hurt anything. =/
My dad keeps trying to make me get a hunting license. Um...no?
Oh, wow, Mandi, I'm sorry. For you, the dog, and your friend.
The 7th Heaven finale is really lame.
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