funfetti

oh no. i totally have no idea what happened over the last three days. let's see. wednesday i hung out with katie and we discovered that everything around here closes at like 7:30 pm. except jubilee, which we didn't find out until the next day. and...yeah. thursday my forensic computing teacher didn't show up. again. so no class. then i saw in the heights with anu and brandon. i. fucking. love. anu. she's sassy and fierce and i love her. so fun. so obviously in the heights was amazing, and then i introduced anu to luis salgado, because she loved him. as does everyone. and yes, it was quite enjoyable. jon rua was on for usnavi, and he was quite good. i'd never seen him in that role before. hmm. and then katie and i took the train to new jersey and spent the night at her house. her house is so nice and smells like tiffany's aunt's house, which is just like super clean and nice and i love it. and i met her grandma and her sister and her nephews, all of whom are really really nice. AND I DID LAUNDRY! well, we did my laundry. and everything came out the same color it went in. it was epic.

then after that i took the bus in and went to pace to drop some stuff off. i was planning to do hair lotto with beth ann and sam, so i went down to catch the train about 5:10 ish. usually it takes like 15 - 20 minutes to get to 42nd when i take the express, so i didn't really worry about it, but the train took like 7 minutes to come. which isn't that long, but in that time 3 locals came and went. and it's like a million degrees down there. so already i was like, i'm so unhappy. and then of course there's a trillion and three people on the train already so we all squish on. it was exactly like japan but with a few really fat people. so that was fun. and at every stop for every 3 people that got off like 6 would get on. so finally it was so full that someone came over the speaker and was like "the next train is less than a minute behind us. if you don't fit, get off and take the next one." but no one got off. and i was like, we're at 23rd. i'm sure as hell not getting off. but like the people close to the door who had just gotten on wouldn't. and then this guy like was half out the door and i was like, either get the fuck off or get in. like seriously. the doors can't close when you're standing in the middle of them. dipshit. and i was like, "if i miss hair lottery because this guy doesn't know how to go through a door..." and the woman next to me was like "ah, hair is so good. i hope you win! you can definitely make it. run when we get there!" it was so cute. :) i finally did make it. with like 7 minutes to spare. it was gratifying.

we didn't win, so we went down to next to normal and asked about the cheapest tickets they had. which were $116 or something like that. and i was like, "oh. well i can't do that but thank you anyway! i'll come back another time, have a nice night!" and we started to walk away and he was like, "wait, how many do you need?" and i said 3, and he was like, "come back." and was like, "okay, i have these three in rear orchestra and they're partial view so i can cut the price to $36.50." which was ridiculously nice of him and we got them. and TIM YOUNG was on as gabe. i've been wanting to see him in that role for quite a time, so i was sooo excited. um. yes. the guy behind me didn't like it but he was also talking about how he would "see anything with kerry butler or sutton foster." and right then i was like, my respect for you is zero and at intermission he was talking to his friend and being like, "i kind of want to leave, this is stupid." and i was like fuck you, you don't even deserve to be here, you fat fuck. whatever. more tickets for me if he won't be buying them. but tim young was SO GOOD and it was just amazing.

OH. PLUG FOR THE EQUALITY RALLY ON OCTOBER 11 IN DC. BROADWAY IMPACT BUSES NOW FREE. DO IT. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO.

also, to bring it back to the heading i want to bake a funfetti cake. but sadly no oven.

yeah. then i came back and now i'm exhausted but i don't really want to go to bed yet. also the people on my floor are trashed douchebags who think it's fun to scream and knock on each other's doors at 1:30 in the morning because they locked themselves out. stay classy, 6th floor.