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2003.03.02 2:38 p.m.

i went to an odd house party last night. it was hillary's house warming party. and boy was that house warmed. she's moved into a basement suite off broadway. stacey mchenry and her boyfriend live upstairs. i don't like stacey. in fact, stacey stole my my so-called life tapes and never gave them back. she's also crazy and crazy. she's calmed down a lot since high school. and now works booking appointments for a massage studio. or does she call it an escort service? either way, you see where i'm heading with that. she was actually okay last night.
i really like hillary's little suite it's quite nice and cute. she has a living room, kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. just like a real house. it already feels like a home, which some people can't seem to achieve for years.
but yes, sarah being there was my saving grace in a party full of crazy drunk people. man sarah's funny. and fun. we sat and talked a lot of the night. the boys generally were loud and talking about bad music, and the girls were talking about sex. and as sarah pointed out, it's nice to be a part of a conversation about sex, but not the kind where you just try and share more and more of what you've done, while 'contributing' to the conversation. danica and hillary do this a lot. sarah and i don't.
it was odd ratio of hot girls to awkward/strange boys. it made things a little weird. especially when most of the boys (including stacey's boyfriend) left, and just two of them stayed. the two were so strange especially vince, who's "heavy into jesus" and is writing a novel that is "a satirical, comedic story about bio-technology and people who love it, and people who hate it, and people who are the happy medium. you know what a happy medium is, don't you?" then he tried to explain it (even though we all knew) using cigarette butts. what? i hate drunk creepy people. i wish niki would have been there, she would have had a ball with his extreme stupidity, and lack of valid arguments.

anyways, it was an odd night, i partially hated it, but at the same time, i could not stop laughing.

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i did the play again this morning. it went better, though the audience was very small. at the end we all sit around and sign autographs and talk to the kids. my favorite is when they come up and say things like "you're my favorite character. and my mum and my aunt jeanie, they both wear glasses." or "you weren't as pretty as her. i have a cat. but then we gave it away." they could go on for hours if you let them. but i don't.

before we went on we sat around for a couple of hours. and we've gradually been talking about different things...not just play related. today the topic turned to welfare. oh, god, spare me. i can't deal with middle-class people. i can't. i won't. i don't think i can be an actress. these people are so uneducated, and self-righteous. it makes me physically ill. especially those that are 16, with a new car, and dressed head to toe every day in brand names.   i mean, gag me with some cutlery or some other junk.

i can't even talk about it, it makes me mad. i should probably just go have a nap.

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