Aww, how charming! Monica made it to the list of filthy anti-Potter sinners, led by Cassandra Claire, that will lead to the moral corruption of our youth and downfall of society as we know it. Do you think that if I collabbed with her on some filthy pedophilic, incestous bit of slashy smut images I could make it on the list, as well?

Ironic humor of the evening: Watching the “Cell Block Tango” sequence from Chicago immediately after reading the play Medea. I am so making jokes about this in English class tomorrow.

Quotes of the Day:

The turkey exacted its sweet, sweet revenge. Benjamin Franklin felt the wrath of poultry! –Me

You may take a good, long look at the middle digit of my right hand. –Tom, to Dominic

(after Nathan and Lobo jokingly pecked Tom on the cheek in parodic choreography for “A Little Gossip”)

Mrs. Felice: It takes a real man to kiss another man.

Mr. Oliver: That’s what they say at St. Marks!

What do you get when you clone a bunch of inspirational historical figures and let them grow to adolescence in a typical high school environment?

You don’t get Woodrow Wilson, that’s for sure.

Huzzah for Abe Lincoln, who made it to Clone High.

Developed roll #8 of 30, and I have rolls 9-12 reeled on and ready to go. Yay, negatives v. pretty. I wonder if I’ll have any time to print tonight… or if I should continue developing before I even think about printing? Ah well.

Meanwhile, the MoLM poster/program cover/t-shirt design is due on Monday and what I have so far is absolute junk. I was really excited about my ideas, but when transferred into reality, they’re rubbish. Wah. I need a new idea, and fast.

Wow. I’ve always known that I had a weird (and possibly annoying?) laugh, but I just figured out what it sounds like. A squeaky hinge. Go me.

After a great deal of careful consideration and introverted speculation, I have deduced that Inigo Montoya is equivalent to Pumbaa the Warthog. Why? Both Mandy Patinkin (Inigo) and Ernie Sabella (movie Pumbaa) have played Sancho in Man of La Mancha. Listen to some of Sancho’s songs in the Placido Domingo version and chortle merrily at Mandy singing, keeping in mind at all times that this is Inigo singing, too.

Har.

I’m back, by the way. XD

Mum told me today that New York City is under “red alert” today.

Didn’t I read somewhere that “red alert” was martial law? Mum most likely misinformed.

Spring Break Statistics: (hey, start a meme! ::preens::)

1 digital camera battery drained (curses! foiled again!)

2 cities visited

2 books read to parents (Feet of Clay and Mort)

2 stage door stalkings (MoLM and Nine)

3 museums visited (Metropolitan, Matisse/Picasso at MoMA QNS, and Degas in Philadelphia)

5 musicals seen (MoLM, La Boheme, The Last Five Years, Urinetown, and Nine)

30 rolls of film taken

150+ women outside the theatre (Nine) ready to kill me (see below)

And now, sleep. Must wake up early to compensate for airport security delays.

Touched Antonio Banderas‘ hand. Am now object of envy for huge, thronging mass of 30-year-old women. Go me.

Meanwhile:

Dad: If this and Urinetown can get funding, Men at Arms certainly can.

Me: [announcer] with Antonio Banderas as Carrot, Chita Rivera as Angua, Brian Stokes Mitchell as Vimes…

Dad: Jane Krakowski as Cheery?

Me: Cheery’s not in this one, Dad.

Alas, I won’t get the chance to stalk Eddie Izzard. Wah. Still, all in all, an absolutely FANTASTIC spring break.