Suprize! [sic]

Leave it to Tranter to confuzzle me. He actually gave me the letter… even though he said that he wouldn’t… and after I sent the email to the admissions counselor for the theatre department. Now I get to look fickle, airheaded, and somewhat clueless when I send a "Please disregard my last message" message. Here’s hoping that Friday proves me to be more charismatic.

Also notable events of crew…

-There was a dolly. It was large enough to ride. I made the freshmen push me, while I danced small portions of past years’ coreography. I was told that I belonged on stage. I replied with maniacal laughter.

-Power tools are fun. Papa T has the most kickin’ saws. (They make angle cutting simple, and they’re portable. Huzzah!) And I was also dubbed "C-B-A of the Screw Gun.*" Captain Bad-Ass is one of the only cool things that still sound cool in abbreviated version. (and I know that it isn’t an abbreviation. I also know the real term, but at the momment, all I am thinking of is Anagram, which could not possibly be right. I think that I inhaled too much sawdust.)

– Snarkey is officially a fiend for parentheses and ellipses…

– I managed not to bleed, despite large ammounts of chunks of wood finding their way into my hands. No, not splinters. Chunks.

– I was once again first to arrive and last to leave. Wow. I need a life.

– The Loft is once again messed up. It is a pure mess. I refuse to be a Loft Faerie this year, mostly because I won’t be in the auditorium next year to reap the benefits of a loft that doesn’t require mountain climbing abailities. Eh. At least it made for a nifty photo op…

Well, that’s about it for now. If I feel the need to add anything later, I most likely won’t.

-Peace out, all-

*No, I don’t consider a 12 volt drill a power tool. It’s merely an essential that even a child could use. Hell, the freshmen have no problems with them!