i know what you're thinking... "what? lyssa's updating? but she only
updates once a week! something uber awesome must have happened
to her!"      well that's where you'd be wrong. i'm just really bored.

this is what happens when i'm allowed to play with scissors...
not good says i.

i know... ew.
on the bright side... when i move it out of my face it's actually
not too hideous. it doesn't stop the children from screaming...
but i don't think anything will.  

oh man... today blew my mind!
i'm still trying to figure out if it's the good kind of blow
or the bad kind. either way... it's been blown!

and since that's pretty much all i had to say on the topic..
i'll leave you with brillance in the form of a mini comic.

"What's her face, you can go to the thrift store"

"I met a possum"

"We are looking soooo gooood"

i can't stop cutting my hair. if someone doesn't hide my scissors
soon, i may be bald before the semester ends.

sometimes my foot likes to stop working, causing me to stupidly
trip (and occassionally fall) in public. it may be funny when sandra
bullock does it... but for me, it's just sad.

Boq is too fluffy for words (yes - this is just a lame excuse to put
in a picture of my cat).

last night i had a dream a pirate named Catcher Beans broke into
lisa's apartment and stole her stuff... nataly, lisa and i then had to
get in a boat and find her (yes - Catcher Beans is a girl priate). we
were then attacked by dementor looking creatures and i learned
that nataly could throw fire.  
... in my own defense, i think someone put crack in my food.

i love ashlee simpson! i went to her concert last wednesday and i
don't care who knows it! ashlee + these 5 ladies = pure j o y

i'm not a big fan of weddings. big, small, gay, straight... i don't like 'em.
yet i loooooove wedding cake. go figure.

maybe one day i'll actually write about what i did that day...
you know, instead of random crap that's only entertaining to me.

let me share with you a story of star-crossed lovers.

one fine april morning, lyssa decided to skip her class and walk to
the corner store so she could buy some oreos. she walked 1/2 a
block to the quick-stop but alas... they were out. lyssa then set off
on the one mile journey to a nearby walgreens. she was very pleased
with herself for deciding to walk, for this gave her more time to think
about her love... oreos.

when she finally reached the walgreens.. she went in.. and then it
happened... their eyes met from across the aisle and lyssa ran to the
oreos and held them in a tight embrace! after purchasing the tasty
snack, lyssa and her new creme-filled love headed home.

near lyssa's house is a creek and on this day, while walking home
with her beloved oreos, there was a kitten resting by the creek.
naturally, lyssa wanted to pet it so she slowly walked over and
knelt down to touch the kitty. then out of no where - lyssa fell and
her beloved oreos spilled out into the creek. she tried her hardest
to save her love but it was too late. so with a tear in her eye she
walked home... alone, heartbroken and hungry.

go hence and have more talk of these sad things....
for never was there a story of more woe than this of lyssa and her oreo.

today's my brother's 18th birthday....
i have a feeling his birthday wish was for me to die.
or possibly for a new car.
or both.

and after much debate and deliberation i have come
to the conclusion that i am way awesome.

unfortunately, i think i'm alone in this verdict.

"i am what i am! i don't want praise.. i don't want pity.
    i bang my own drum - some think it's noise... i think it's pretty."

today i got to wake up early and skip my classes so we could go to
Haltom City and perform "Bang, Bang You're Dead" for some high
school freshman. we weren't as bad as i thought we would be. i might
even stretch so far as to say that we were okay!

after we finished the kids were told to and ask us questions. i was
expecting questions about acting or theatre or possibly even school
violence (since that's what the play is about). but instead it was more like...

girl-     "i have a question for the girl who played Emily."
me-     "hi."
girl-     "what kind of mascara do you use?"
me-     "um... well i usually use maybelline but right now i'm
            wearing fake lashes."
girl-     *gives angry scowl* "oh."

*************************************************************

boy-     "hi.. um... Emily"
me-      "hi."
boy-     "how old are you?"
me-      "21."
boy-     "so am i!"
me-      "no you're not."
boy-     "yes i am!"
me-      "no... you're not."
boy-     "how do you know?"
me-      "well for starters you handed in a permission slip to see the
             play and you wouldn't need one if you were 18 or older.
             plus you're a freshman in high school and i'm 85% sure that
             texas public schools kick you out on your 21st birthday 
             unless you're really close to finishing."
boy-     *pause*  "i'm 21."
me-      "fine."

*************************************************************

girl-      "girl next to the killer?"
erika-   "hi."
girl-      "no.. the girl next to the other killer."
erika-   "there was only one killer."
girl-      *lets out a heavy sigh. gets up, walks to stage and
             hits my leg.*    "you!"
me-      "oh... hi. david wasn't the killer. he..."
girl-      *interrupts*  "whatever! what's your favorite color?"
me-      "well... i have two... i like.."
girl-      *interrupts again*  "nevermind." *sits down quickly.*

*************************************************************

girl-     "i have one for Emily."
me-     "hi."
girl -    "you were my favorite! i like how you died!"
me-     "aww! thank you!"
girl -    "your welcome."
me-     *pause*  "did you have a question?"
girl-     *looks at me. looks at her teacher. ... CRIES*
me-     "okay... next question."

and in other news ... news completely unrelated to everything i just wrote...

i need a new nose. this one is too ugly.

the end.

the Wicked national tour is coming to Dallas in
october. tickets go on sale monday.

i'm so excited... i think my bladder may burst!

"People who go to other people's xangas and don't leave
comments (especially if they do it more than once) should
get a giant shovel to the face." - nataly

amen to that!

one day i hope to construct a well written and organized entry
for you hookers to read. ..but that's not happening today.

i want so badly to get out of this house and away from my family...
i am seriously considering joining the peace corps. or possibly a
traveling freak show... it just depends on which group approves
my application first.

Bang Bang You're Dead goes on next week. we are going to SUCK!
but Cabaret is going on reallllly soon! i can't wait to go to denton and
see Dustin sing and dance!

today, in my attempt to win a t-shirt, i entered a dance contest at
school...it confirmed my belief that i can not (and should not) dance.
in fact.. if caught dancing in public again, i should be shot... i am a
degrace to anyone with rhythm. my partner and i came in 2nd place
though and won coupons for free tacos. not too shabby.

i can't stop using the word "hookers". i don't know why but it's only a
matter of time before it gets me into trouble.

and with that... i'm going.
sorry for completely wasting your time.

updation.

... that's not even a word.

on friday i stood there and watched as a clown almost died.
she was choking and crying and i just stood there laughing
(along with about 60 of my co-workers) cause we figured...
"hey! she's a clown! and a silly clown at that! pretending to
choke! and on april fools day! oh boy.. how silly!" okay...
maybe i was the only one thinking that... (and i know i really
shouldn't put thoughts in quotations... but this is my xanga so
deal, hookers! ...hookers?.. what is wrong with me?)  

anyhoo... luckily this one kid realized she was actually choking
and helped her. i then got to clean up clown vomit with bits of
cheeseburger in it. now... that's an opportunity you don't get
everyday!