07 November 2001 - 11:32 p.m.

Stage make-up is the bane of my existance. It wouldn't be so bad if I were not so bad at being a girl to begin with and I wore real people make-up ever. It wouldn't be so bad if I couldn't feel my pores clogging with every passing second. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't scare the crap out of myself when I look in the mirror and see this girl with eye liner and eye shaddow and base and blush staring back at me, looking horrified. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't feel disgusting when I came home. The only good part about stage make-up is washing it off. It feels so marvelous to come home after a 17 hour day and wash off the disgusting layers of orangish-pink foundation, scrub off the smokey eye make-up, and sit in front of my little iMac in my grey tank top and plaid pj pants and feel so un-girly.

We got out early tonight. This is cause for MUCH happiness! The B&G people told us we had to be out by 10. While this is sort of a pain because we could not take our time setting up, I am not complaining so much. I love having unexpected free time.

The other major trauma is Carrie not being here right now. This is absolutely horrendous because she is one of my very few girl friends here. I do not hang out with girls so much, so when I find some that don't annoy me, I rejoice and want to be their friends VERY much! I miss her tons. Scandal.

That's all for now. I'll probably write some girly-angst tomorrow or the next day, since I have puddles of it oozing about.

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