You know what I hate? Living my whole life looking at this rotten little box on my computer screen, doing me best to be happy about it.

Futonisms

Why did God make you so intoxicating? I feel like a lepper being caressed by an angel.

And the bad thing? She's my friend.

And just when you thought I would rule the world...
Today was the day Melissa and I had to build a flat at school. I think everyone knows what a flat is, but in case there are those of you who have lived under a rock, a flat is what the walls are made of onstage, in a play. Ta daah. But today we agreed that at one PM, Melissa (this short, blonde girl I met. A part timer who has been sucked into the wheel of death that is my school) and I would meet to build a two-by-three flat.

I was excited. I mean, come on -- we're talking about using power tools. I felt like I could show the world just what i was capable of. Because really. It's just a compact miter saw (and yes, I did say that to show you all how much I know about sharp things.

Now, please keep in mind that I feel completely out of place in my technical theatre class. Like I'm 13 again or something - I'm just waiting for Justin what-his-nuts to come up behind me and put glue in my hair. Of course, this time he and I would fight and I would make most certain that I saved the world from him ever EVER having children.

Anyhow. So I get to the scene shop (or closet, whichever you'd prefer.) and we set about our flat. The first thing to do is dig nails out of a 2x4 (which is REALLY 2x3.5. I hate lumber.). The rest is mostly irrelevant except for the fact that Quinn thinks I'm an idiot and my flat is five inches too big.

This means that now I will never be allowed to rule the world, because as anybody knows, ruling the world requires at least a rudimentary knowledge of how to build a flat.

I have returned!

Am contemplating more futon. What thinkest thou?