From Good to Crappy to Great!

Isn't it wonderful when teachers get A) lazy, or B) considerate of sick people/stressed people, and move things like TESTS AND ESSAYS AND PAPERS to days when it works for everyone?!?!? It's just so great. This week began pretty well, but on Tuesday morning my stress level skyrocketed when my good friend S.E. reminded me that--OH--we've got a science test on Friday! And a mousetrap car contest on Monday! Then the thoughts of my World History exam flooded into my mind, followed by the memory of this big research paper we've got due TUESDAY on which we haven't had any guidance whatsoever....*sigh* Needless to say, my stress level went from here to HERE in about five seconds.
BUT...
On Wednesday, my Science teacher, who has been just under the weather lately, announced that he was moving our test from Friday to Tuesday of this upcoming week, and that we'd have a movie day on Friday, mainly because there had been so many people gone, etc. etc. So I felt a little better--I love Science this year anyway because of this teach; he is awesome in every way. But anyway, then today my History teacher moved our exam to Tuesday instead of Monday, so now my mood is wünderbar. (Mostly because I get to go take off my skirt and put on my three-inch-heel character shoes for some slutty dancing!)

~Josie

Fishnets and Garters and Dancing my Thighs Off

Yes, I know, I already mentioned fishnets and garters, but that's only because my brain is hooked on them (HA definitely no pun intended)--we haven't seen our costume plans for the Cabaret Girls yet, and I am simply itching to get at them.
But meanwhile, we learned a small part of the dance for Wilkommen today. !!! By "small" I mean we haven't even gotten to the part where the girls sing yet--yea, it's a tiny bit. But even now my thighs are KILLING ME. I haven't danced like this since the show two years ago, Crazy For You, and that didn't consist of über-sexual rubbings and brushes and and *blech*!! But anyway, this dance. Is. So. Hard. I mean, I'm a dancer myself, but this totally shows what happens when all you do is ballroom once a week for a year without ever stretching, writhing around on the floor like an animal, etc. etc. We begin with right after our little fanfare-type thing, and are in the groove right away. We kick, we lunge, we spin, we dig into our hips, we grope people in places just borderline for a high school.....
So I'm excited as hell.....but really nervous.
Of course the funner fun (yes, I know it's not a word) starts when we get costumes--can you tell I've got a bit of a showgirl-costume hang-up for this play???--and when we sing with the live pit. This seriously is my dream show, or at least one of them; hey, Kit Kat Klub Girl, Telephone Girl, and Lady #1 in Two Ladies isn't bad for my freshman year!!

~Josie

p.s. What do you think of the bigger font? It was pissing me off that it was so tiny, but I'm wondering if this is too big to look nice....