Isn’t she pissed that all non-conformists listen to that same obscure band?

I got home from play rehearsals about an hour ago. I want to take a shower but I don’t think that would be a very good idea. See, I always take a shower when I wake up in the morning and I never shower at night unless I’m going out. So I took my shower last night before I went to the mall to meet Jeff. This morning I felt lazy to get out of bed at my usual waking-up time since the weather was chilly and I was warm and comfy under my comforter. So I skipped my shower and now my hair’s really oily and icky. But if I shampoo my hair tonight, I’ll feel lazy to get out at bed tomorrow again, and come evening play rehearsals my hair will be in disgusting form.

Today was pretty uneventful. The director couldn’t come today so Tracy just taught us the songs and then we rehearsed all the scenes for Act One. Everything looks really good, considering that this is only our third day of rehearsals! I was worried I would miss a lot at class but to my relief I learned that my classmates have been doing nothing all day. For some reason, our teachers allowed them to practice the cheers for the cheerleading competition instead of discussing the lesson. I hardly did anything else today as well. I spent my entire morning talking with Kriya–we’ve been doing a lot of bonding since the rehearsals began. We were planning to go out to C2 after the play next Friday with Angelica, and we were really psyched up about it. But our plans were wrecked when we learned that the play would end at 9:30. We would need at least an hour to get ready, not to mention the horrendous Friday night traffic we would have to deal with. And we’d probably be too tired to have fun. So we decided to reschedule it the week after the play–we won’t have classes because of the teachers’ retreat. I can’t wait, it’s going to be Angelica’s first night out and I haven’t been out with Kriya in months.

I’ve decided to forget about being punk because I feel too much like an outsider. I suppose I’ll go back to my normal girly self. Even if I don’t look as good in spaghetti-strap tops as those toothpick-thin Candy girls. I’m still thinking about forming a band though. That is, if my dad ever plans to give me an electric guitar sometime in this lifetime. It’s really not fair–my batchmate’s grandpa gave her this really cool vintage guitar that she never uses. It doesn’t even have strings! She was thinking of selling it but when a friend of hers told her it was worth around $784 now, she decided to keep it anyway.

Argh…I really wish I knew how to play the electric guitar right now so I could’ve showed off during cheerleading practice today. But I guess I can only dream…..