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11.14.04 @ 5:08 A.M.
The One About Obsession Number 10987654320001 I feel like I need to defend myself for what I wrote in the last entry, as I recieved the following letter from my mother:
"Subject: I HAVE GOT YOUR NUMBER
Date:11/10/2004 9:34:58 AM Eastern Standard Time
From:[email protected]
To:[email protected]
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY DAUGHTER? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU ANYWAY?
OH MY GOOD LORD I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT I JUST READ. YOU ARE SOME KIND OF ALIEN REPUBLICAN ENTITY INVADING EARTH AND PLANTING SEEDS OF EMPATHY IN POOR SLEEPING LITTLE FEMALE DEMOCRATS MINDS IN HOPES THEY WILL BREED LITTLE REPUBLICAN SYMPATHIZERS FOR YOU. I AM GOING TO TELL THE WORLD OF YOUR EVIL PLOT
YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS!!!!!!"
Ahem.
Amigos and amigas, don't be alarmed. Rest assured my hatred of Mr. Bush still burns with the heat of a thousand suns. All the previous entry meant was that I'm not going to spend the next four years stewing and maybe, just maybe, I'll abandon that plan of becoming a female Lee Harvey Oswald. It doesn't mean I'm not going to work any less come 2006 when there is another election(let us not forget that as a Floridian, I am not just under a Bush's control on the national level, but also here at the state level, as George's younger brother Jeb "I won't stop until I make us number 50 in education!" Bush is governor of Florida). I'm not giving up, I'm not settling, but I'm also not the melancholy, "oh, America is so incredibly dumb," whiny bastard I was on November 3rd.
Moving on.
"So, Sarah, just how obsessed are you with The Phantom of the Opera?" you may ask.
Well, I'd be happy to answer, because it seems as of late, if a doctor was to go in and draw one of those diagrams of the brain:
, my diagram would probably look something like this:
I lost my Broadway play virginity to The Phantom of the Opera on July 22, 2004, while the family was on vacation in New York City. We were originally supposed to go see Thoroughly Modern Millie, but the show ended well before July 22nd (and I'm still confused as to why they sold us tickets if they knew it was ending, but whatever). By divine intervention, the only other play we could get tickets for was Phantom. All of us loved it, but I became the most obsessed with it. 50 freakin dollars was spent on a double cd of the original cast recording, which I thought was a hell of a lot at the time, but it turned out to be worth every penny. I've pretty much worn it out. I'm close to knowing every word. Oh Andrew Llyod Webber, how you haunt me.
On December 22nd, I'm going to see the traveling company at the Tampa Bay Performing Arts Center and, as luck would have it, that just happens to be the same day the movie comes out (which, under normal circumstances, I would encourage everyone to see, but it was directed by Joel Schumacher, so I fear it may be a waste of money. But an obscenely attractive man with a Scottish accent will be playing my beloved Phantom, so it has that going for it). So, that day (which I have oh-so-cleverly dubbed "Phantom Day"-how original am I?) will go as such:
Movie-1:30 showing at Old Hyde Park theatre (if you ever come to Tampa (like, ahem, Miss Jennifer did without telling me), let me know and I'll take you to Hyde Park, as it is the coolest place on the face of the earth).
Spending all my money that is supposed to be going towards Christmas gifts for friends on Phantom souvenirs at the Performing Arts Center gift shop: 4:30-5:30
Dinner at Maestro's, the Performing Arts Center's restaurant-5:30-7:00
The actual show-7:30
Sad to say, but counting down the days until December 22nd has pretty much been all that's been going on in my life right now. That and decorating my newly renovated room. I'm going for a Vegas theme-is that too cheesy? Actually, I don't care, I bought a lot of decorations already and I think they're cool, and I'm the only one that's going to be spending time in the room anyway, so STOP JUDGING ME!
Wow...it's 5:45 in the morning. Thank you Mountain Dew for keeping me awake. 0 comments so far
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