cheese and grapes and cheese...

Referring of course to the five pounds of cheese hauled back from my sister's bat mitzvah-ish party thingy. I have been complusively chomping on cheese and grapes for the past day or so. Must stop. Will become Sasha and have feet smelling like Swiss all the time. *hugs to her GlitterberryGrrl*Am going to go see 'Spirited Away' again tonight with Bella, Bratty, and Abby. Hayao Miyazaki is one of my gods. Animation....purty....must.....improve....drawing...skills...must....go...to...Japan.People keep telling me that I'm not supporting the troops by opposing the war. Silly gits; I'm supporting them completely...my way will get less of them killed, and home faster. That's support.SAHLS tomorrow. Whee.( The Zoo apologizes for her incoherency, and promises a more thorough rambling when she gets the chance.)Linky of the day:<a href=http://www.sbnbs.com/

My Big Fat Gay Weekend

Not referring to this past weekend, but the mammoth one approaching. (*fuzzy* ice-age weekend) So, things I have to do, starting...oh....today (no April Fools Joke here): -April 1st: get G/SA second round of posters made and distriubuted, talk to Beams about buttons and food. -April 2nd: take SAT test #2, which isn't quite as gay, but it counts. -April 3rd: hightail it to NYC after school for two volunteer meetings for the GLAAD Media Awards benefit (it's the Gay Emmys/Oscars/Tonys/Grammys...it's black tie, A-list, and fucking huge), come home on the LATE bus. -April 4th: run and manage G/SA bakesale ( PLEAAAAASE BAKE!!!!! I'LL PROMISE LEWD FAVORS IN EXCHANGE FOR COOKIES!!!!...cause who doesn't, if they're good cookies?), then attend my sister's big Bat Mitzvah-sans-synogogue and ceremony Party, which is gayer than you might imagine. A rented hall full of frothily dressed preteens, a DJ who plays only pop crap, and my relatives, quizzing me on 'any Jewish boys I might know'. It's my own personal, tailor-made Hell. -April 5th: Wake-up at 10 AM, go to SAT class till 1:30, go to Phoenix meeting (or remnants thereof), collapse in repose. -April 6th: Spend all day at Columbia for the second monthly SAHLS convention. -April 7th: Go to school, then get home, get dressed, and get my little pink-triangled liberal ass to NYC, for the Media Awards set-up, Ticketing, security briefs, preshow, event managing, postshow, and then working the VIP party until 1 AM. -April 8th: Have to go to school to run G/SA, pre-DoS meeting.What are these heavy weights on the bottoms of my legs? Those are your feet, Zoo.-April 9th: Wake up at the crack of dawn to run Day of Silence breakfast sale, then 5th and 6th period lunch sales, then Breaking the Silence Party. -April 10th: Start seeing demonic bunnies named Frank. Develop insomnia-induced homicidal tendencies and go on a tri-state killing spree. Collapse in a pile of my own consumerist fancies, and get put in a little white room with soft toys where people look at me through a little window FOREVER. Start planning my memorial service, because I'm going to die.