Things I learned today:
1) Carolyn Keene WAS FICTIONAL. This does explain why she's been around and has been writing FOREVER. Wow. I learned this by reading the dustjacket of this book today: Girl Sleuth: Nancy Drew and the Women Who Created Her I might consider reading it but ... why? I learned all I needed to learn from the dustjacket. Plus I only really read like two Nancy Drew books ("The Nancy Drew Files") because they had hot 80's guys on the covers. (I was a confused pre-teen.) I actually just found one of my Nancy Drew Files books in the garage when I was working on cleaning it out some more yesterday. (I also found She'Ra's horse and her boyfriend, Bo... oh and JEM... that was way more exciting.) Not to discount Nancy Drew... I was just more of an Encyclopedia Brown girl.
2) Winona was totally in on the whole J.T. Leroy thing and pretended he existed. (I'm not sure if this is true or if this was a "Oh I totally knew he was fake all along!" cover up for her own embarassment.) http://www.jossip.com/gossip/jt-leroy/ (And if you don't know about the whole J.T. Leroy thing... don't worry. Its all new to me too - I only know now because some chick from a movie promotion site was e-mailing me about the new movie based on JT Leroy's "life" - THE HEART IS DECEITFUL ABOVE ALL THINGS - because I have a Winona Ryder related website and she wanted me to post info since I guess WR has a scene or something.) (And if you did know about the whole JT Leroy thing - kudos to you for being on top of it!)
Monday, February 27, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
The Itty Bitty Titty Committee
I signed up to be an extra in a club scene for the new movie in the filming process called The Itty Bitty Titty Committee starring Clea Duvall, directed by Jamie Babbitt (who directed "But I'm a Cheerleader"), produced by Andrea Sperling (producer of Cheerleader and D.E.B.S.) and executive produced by Stacy Codikow (D.E.B.S. and the founder of Power-Up - a lesbian film/media organization). Basically - a lesbian comedy movie! (At least I think it's a comedy.) (And one thing I read on one day said Melanie Lynskey was gonna be in it too... but there was no meeting of the celebrity-me yesterday so I can't confirm that.)
(Scene from But I'm a Cheerleader with Ms. Lynskey)
Now just to be absolutely honest - this is why I, previously, loved Clea Duvall: Girl, Fucking Interrupted!
New reasons to love Clea Duvall:
1) She's so gay.
2) She's got chubby arms. That fucking rocks. (Don't tell her I said that.)
3) I've now been in a move scene with her which makes me ONE FUCKING STEP AWAY from Winona.
4) She's totally shy and quiet! Cheers for shy & quiet girls!
So to give you a full recap of my day - I woke, dressed in "costume" and gathered my wits about me as I prepared to go it alone to a movie set. (Give me Kudos! This was brave!) ("Gathering my wits" means downing at least two Pepto Bismol pills to calm the stomach knots.)
I arrived (not easily - I circled around about fifteen times before finally finding the parking and followed some funky looking lesbians to an empty lot with some shade tents and some sharpie-written signs that said "Extras Holding". I figured that was where I was supposed to be so I found myself a chair and "held" for quite a while. Apparently they were already filming a scene and the group inside were the early birds - no problem. The rest of us would just wait. Some girls came in pairs or threes or fours and some of us were loners who wandered around the lot aimlessly - visiting the craft services table often and pretending to not watch Clea as she came and went from the make-up trailer marked "The Band".
(FYI - I now finally have a camera phone and have a bunch of great pictures of a small indistinguishable "Clea in the background" but apparently you need a subscription to multimedia messaging before you can get those buggers off your phone.)
Extras arrived sporadically and we all waited to be called in. Some of us were "punked up" by a gal - some of us weren't. (I wasn't. Which either means I was fine the way I was or ... my steel-like silence and aura of coldness scared the punking girl away.)
Eventually, about a half hour before lunch, all of us that hadn't been used yet were called in to mingle in the background and cross camera while the star of the film, Melonie Diaz, was doing a scene.
The stars of the DAY, however, were Clea (obviously) and Jamie Babbitt. A few of us were just as excited to see her (and Andrea Sperling) cuz we're movie geeks. Alright - I admit - Jamie was not actually much on my radar before my bud Adrea started talking about her and Angela Robinson (director of D.E.B.S.) and other people I should know of but Andrea Sperling was! And I'll tell you why - cuz one of my Hollywood bosses is the daughter of her landlord and we tried to work that angle to get my old sound designer boss a job.
I also didn't know that Jamie and Andrea were so young... I mean they're older than me which gives me some life hope but they're only mid-thirties. I don't know why but I thought Andrea was in her fifties - SO wrong.
After the scene we broke for lunch - pizza for the extras and more mingling with the characters who'd popped in for the day.
After lunch we went back in for the major club scene and we pretty much stayed there for the rest of the day. There was a lot of bouncing, some "slam dancing," topless girls (Brave! Topless in a crowd of lesbians AND slam dancing!), and towards the end of the day - crowd surfing! I always wondered what it would be like to go to a club like this and once again I was delivered a reminder that everything I think is real is fiction. Does a club like this actually exist anywhere in the world? Maybe? Or maybe its all just Hollywood. Well Jamie crowd surfed a few times to show us what she wanted (and part of this was filmed so... this may be her big cameo in the film) and then eventually we handled Melonie like 25 times - (take after take) and then Jamie threw the topless girls on us for fun. (Poor poor topless girls. One of the colorful haired Vegas girls pulled off the topless task and I hope someone checked her ID cuz she looked 16.)
After a while... with all that bouncing and slamming and toplessness.... it started to get a little rank. And I felt like a shaken baby and needed an Advil like crazy. Luckily - Advil and hydration was previded. They were good to us - after every extensive jumping around shot they passed out waters and every so often passed out PB&J's and tacos and other munchies.
Clea, meanwhile, was in "the band" that we were all slam-dancing to and for most of the shots she played the guitar with her back to us BECAUSE she wasn't ACTUALLY playing the guitar. The lead singer of the band was one of those great hammin' it up types and she kept us entertained - especially when they asked the band to mime-play for a shot.
Clea was like "I don't understand."
Singer (I'll hate myself later when I find out who she is.) was like, "You were great. We were shit. They want us to stop and for you to keep doing what you're doing babe."
Clea: "I don't get it."
Singer: "We were shit. You were perfect."
Clea: "But I don't get it. I'm supposed to mime mime-playing?"
Last shot of the day was the Clea pay-off of the day as it was her turn to sing us a song. Apparently she'd been practicing and practicing the few strums of the guitar that she had to learn for the song and she apologized before hand because Jamie had bullied her into doing it but good thing she had therapy scheduled for the morning etc. etc. "I sound like shit and I'm not a singer." Then she sang her slow song while we all sat on the floor (because apparently that's what you do in mosh pit clubs when the band slows down) and I was a little more in the foreground due to my yellow shirt... (cross your fingers for my big movie debut = the camera panned slowly across the crowd). Clea had to only play half the song before sound was to cut out and Melonie and another actress had a longer dialogue scene. BUT - of course they needed a longer POV shot of Clea singing the whole song so she had to do that twice. We, of course, clapped and Ms. D was like "No no no no no NOO!!!" All in all she wasn't half bad - especially for the type of punk rock band they were supposed to be. It fit the day and the atmosphere anyway.
Then the band was cut and they only needed us "seated on the floor extras" for background ambience for a couple more shots and then we were done! We were given free L Word shirts, some Paul Mitchell shampoo/conditioners and some "Queer Net" boxer shorts for our time not to mention all the free food and the experiences! (The $25 dollars is going to be mailed separately.) I can now say I've been directed by Jamie Babbitt (and touched her butt as she crowd floated over me... not scandelously of course) and co-starred with Clea and the day is done!
My next goal in life, since directing still frightens me, is to write a movie that Jamie Babbitt will direct, Andrea Sperling will produce and girls will flock to be in for the fun of it.
(I actually sat down with my laptop hours ago to begin this process but instead I blogged.) (Oh well.)
Oh and the funniest part of the day was probably when the ambiguously gay "Lesbian Boss" that I have called me to ask me how to attach a picture to an e-mail.
At the end of the call she said, "Well it sounds like you're having fun. What are you doing today?"
Me: I'm being an extra in a movie today.
Her: Really???!! That's exciting! What kind of movie?
Me: Well, have you ever heard of "But I'm a Cheerleader"
She didn't answer me. Instead she cackle-laughed for about a minute and then said, "Well then I'll let you go."
(Scene from But I'm a Cheerleader with Ms. Lynskey)Now just to be absolutely honest - this is why I, previously, loved Clea Duvall: Girl, Fucking Interrupted!
New reasons to love Clea Duvall:
1) She's so gay.
2) She's got chubby arms. That fucking rocks. (Don't tell her I said that.)
3) I've now been in a move scene with her which makes me ONE FUCKING STEP AWAY from Winona.
4) She's totally shy and quiet! Cheers for shy & quiet girls!
So to give you a full recap of my day - I woke, dressed in "costume" and gathered my wits about me as I prepared to go it alone to a movie set. (Give me Kudos! This was brave!) ("Gathering my wits" means downing at least two Pepto Bismol pills to calm the stomach knots.)
I arrived (not easily - I circled around about fifteen times before finally finding the parking and followed some funky looking lesbians to an empty lot with some shade tents and some sharpie-written signs that said "Extras Holding". I figured that was where I was supposed to be so I found myself a chair and "held" for quite a while. Apparently they were already filming a scene and the group inside were the early birds - no problem. The rest of us would just wait. Some girls came in pairs or threes or fours and some of us were loners who wandered around the lot aimlessly - visiting the craft services table often and pretending to not watch Clea as she came and went from the make-up trailer marked "The Band".
(FYI - I now finally have a camera phone and have a bunch of great pictures of a small indistinguishable "Clea in the background" but apparently you need a subscription to multimedia messaging before you can get those buggers off your phone.)
Extras arrived sporadically and we all waited to be called in. Some of us were "punked up" by a gal - some of us weren't. (I wasn't. Which either means I was fine the way I was or ... my steel-like silence and aura of coldness scared the punking girl away.)
Eventually, about a half hour before lunch, all of us that hadn't been used yet were called in to mingle in the background and cross camera while the star of the film, Melonie Diaz, was doing a scene.
The stars of the DAY, however, were Clea (obviously) and Jamie Babbitt. A few of us were just as excited to see her (and Andrea Sperling) cuz we're movie geeks. Alright - I admit - Jamie was not actually much on my radar before my bud Adrea started talking about her and Angela Robinson (director of D.E.B.S.) and other people I should know of but Andrea Sperling was! And I'll tell you why - cuz one of my Hollywood bosses is the daughter of her landlord and we tried to work that angle to get my old sound designer boss a job.
I also didn't know that Jamie and Andrea were so young... I mean they're older than me which gives me some life hope but they're only mid-thirties. I don't know why but I thought Andrea was in her fifties - SO wrong.
After the scene we broke for lunch - pizza for the extras and more mingling with the characters who'd popped in for the day.
After lunch we went back in for the major club scene and we pretty much stayed there for the rest of the day. There was a lot of bouncing, some "slam dancing," topless girls (Brave! Topless in a crowd of lesbians AND slam dancing!), and towards the end of the day - crowd surfing! I always wondered what it would be like to go to a club like this and once again I was delivered a reminder that everything I think is real is fiction. Does a club like this actually exist anywhere in the world? Maybe? Or maybe its all just Hollywood. Well Jamie crowd surfed a few times to show us what she wanted (and part of this was filmed so... this may be her big cameo in the film) and then eventually we handled Melonie like 25 times - (take after take) and then Jamie threw the topless girls on us for fun. (Poor poor topless girls. One of the colorful haired Vegas girls pulled off the topless task and I hope someone checked her ID cuz she looked 16.)
After a while... with all that bouncing and slamming and toplessness.... it started to get a little rank. And I felt like a shaken baby and needed an Advil like crazy. Luckily - Advil and hydration was previded. They were good to us - after every extensive jumping around shot they passed out waters and every so often passed out PB&J's and tacos and other munchies.
Clea, meanwhile, was in "the band" that we were all slam-dancing to and for most of the shots she played the guitar with her back to us BECAUSE she wasn't ACTUALLY playing the guitar. The lead singer of the band was one of those great hammin' it up types and she kept us entertained - especially when they asked the band to mime-play for a shot.
Clea was like "I don't understand."
Singer (I'll hate myself later when I find out who she is.) was like, "You were great. We were shit. They want us to stop and for you to keep doing what you're doing babe."
Clea: "I don't get it."
Singer: "We were shit. You were perfect."
Clea: "But I don't get it. I'm supposed to mime mime-playing?"
Last shot of the day was the Clea pay-off of the day as it was her turn to sing us a song. Apparently she'd been practicing and practicing the few strums of the guitar that she had to learn for the song and she apologized before hand because Jamie had bullied her into doing it but good thing she had therapy scheduled for the morning etc. etc. "I sound like shit and I'm not a singer." Then she sang her slow song while we all sat on the floor (because apparently that's what you do in mosh pit clubs when the band slows down) and I was a little more in the foreground due to my yellow shirt... (cross your fingers for my big movie debut = the camera panned slowly across the crowd). Clea had to only play half the song before sound was to cut out and Melonie and another actress had a longer dialogue scene. BUT - of course they needed a longer POV shot of Clea singing the whole song so she had to do that twice. We, of course, clapped and Ms. D was like "No no no no no NOO!!!" All in all she wasn't half bad - especially for the type of punk rock band they were supposed to be. It fit the day and the atmosphere anyway.
Then the band was cut and they only needed us "seated on the floor extras" for background ambience for a couple more shots and then we were done! We were given free L Word shirts, some Paul Mitchell shampoo/conditioners and some "Queer Net" boxer shorts for our time not to mention all the free food and the experiences! (The $25 dollars is going to be mailed separately.) I can now say I've been directed by Jamie Babbitt (and touched her butt as she crowd floated over me... not scandelously of course) and co-starred with Clea and the day is done!
My next goal in life, since directing still frightens me, is to write a movie that Jamie Babbitt will direct, Andrea Sperling will produce and girls will flock to be in for the fun of it.
(I actually sat down with my laptop hours ago to begin this process but instead I blogged.) (Oh well.)
Oh and the funniest part of the day was probably when the ambiguously gay "Lesbian Boss" that I have called me to ask me how to attach a picture to an e-mail.
At the end of the call she said, "Well it sounds like you're having fun. What are you doing today?"
Me: I'm being an extra in a movie today.
Her: Really???!! That's exciting! What kind of movie?
Me: Well, have you ever heard of "But I'm a Cheerleader"
She didn't answer me. Instead she cackle-laughed for about a minute and then said, "Well then I'll let you go."
The Prep
I sought advice and I hath received advice regarding the bluing of my hair! The gist, as I understand it, is that I have to bleach the hair to make the doohickers rip open so that the stain-like fancy colors have something to hold on to. Something like sanding the wood before you paint it - OK I can grasp that!
But with only a few available late night hours before my movie extra debut on Monday - this did not leave time for another trip to the Beauty Supply (or a Hot Topic) for some bleach and a new batch of Manic Panic (or whatever I found to replace it). Instead I headed to the 24-hour Sav-On's and looked for "something funky" that "might work in a pinch."
I found this: L'Oreal's "Color Pulse" Mousse in "Funky Cherry" and the PRICE WAS RIGHT! (It was like 2 bucks.)
Funky Cherry was, alas, the funkiest color in the drug store. (OK so there was something called "Blue Denim" but that was 5 bucks PLUS I needed the 15 dollar bleach before that would even bother looking stupid).
Well - I took it home and applied it around midnight and while it was doing its thang I painted my fingernails a nice metallic blue. AND the mousse-dye took to my pre-existing (and I guess "faded" per my advice givers) highlights quite nicely. It'll wash out in 8 to 10 shampoos - so I won't be too stuck with it and I can give the bluing another shot later. Then I straightened out my Silverlake haircut and I was Good To Go!
Sunday night I accessorized and plotted out the "outfit" for my extra appearance - this consisted of my Funky Cherry red hair (mother is referring to it as "Maureen O'Hara Red" but I'm not sure), an eyeball necklace (I heart eyeballs), an Ankh necklace (I don't even know if this is mine but it was in my jewelry box so I went with it), a purplish earring stud (for those of you not in the know - I only have one pierced ear - I only needed one earring), a yellow ringer tee (they requested some colors other than black), some black jelly bracelets leftover from my "goth" costume from a few years back, my new "Brad" bracelet from N.I.C., my new "Dinky Dean" Neighborhoodie and some black eyeliner. Never before hath I lined my eyes - so that was interesting.
Then I checked my e-mail once again, got all the good parking info, got the very important message that I was allowed to sleep in a little AND was now going to be given $25. for my participation (not needed but a nice bonus) and went to bed! (Not promptly but eventually.)
Next blog... the tale of being an extra.
But with only a few available late night hours before my movie extra debut on Monday - this did not leave time for another trip to the Beauty Supply (or a Hot Topic) for some bleach and a new batch of Manic Panic (or whatever I found to replace it). Instead I headed to the 24-hour Sav-On's and looked for "something funky" that "might work in a pinch."
I found this: L'Oreal's "Color Pulse" Mousse in "Funky Cherry" and the PRICE WAS RIGHT! (It was like 2 bucks.)
Funky Cherry was, alas, the funkiest color in the drug store. (OK so there was something called "Blue Denim" but that was 5 bucks PLUS I needed the 15 dollar bleach before that would even bother looking stupid).
Well - I took it home and applied it around midnight and while it was doing its thang I painted my fingernails a nice metallic blue. AND the mousse-dye took to my pre-existing (and I guess "faded" per my advice givers) highlights quite nicely. It'll wash out in 8 to 10 shampoos - so I won't be too stuck with it and I can give the bluing another shot later. Then I straightened out my Silverlake haircut and I was Good To Go!
Sunday night I accessorized and plotted out the "outfit" for my extra appearance - this consisted of my Funky Cherry red hair (mother is referring to it as "Maureen O'Hara Red" but I'm not sure), an eyeball necklace (I heart eyeballs), an Ankh necklace (I don't even know if this is mine but it was in my jewelry box so I went with it), a purplish earring stud (for those of you not in the know - I only have one pierced ear - I only needed one earring), a yellow ringer tee (they requested some colors other than black), some black jelly bracelets leftover from my "goth" costume from a few years back, my new "Brad" bracelet from N.I.C., my new "Dinky Dean" Neighborhoodie and some black eyeliner. Never before hath I lined my eyes - so that was interesting.
Then I checked my e-mail once again, got all the good parking info, got the very important message that I was allowed to sleep in a little AND was now going to be given $25. for my participation (not needed but a nice bonus) and went to bed! (Not promptly but eventually.)
Next blog... the tale of being an extra.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Hairy New Things
I've been wanting to dye my hair some fantastic color for AGES but never had the guts. BUT I signed up to be an extra in a movie and the film date is on Monday and "dyed hair" was encouraged for the scene so I figured - WHAT THE HELL?! Now's my chance! So yesterday I ventured out and purchased some Manic Panic because I figured that was the thing that people with fantastically dyed hair did. I also bought the color that might lead to hair color matching my BRAND NEW MATRIX.
So now on to the hair dying - seriously I need a clue cuz this is how it went down:
Step 1: Excitedly envisioned the possibilities of blue hair and especially how it would affect the infamous Erin white stripe:
Step 2: Shampooed hair and towel dried. Excitedly envisioned blue hair.
Step 3: Re-read instructions. Followed instructions. FANTASTIC VISIONS OF "BAD BOY BLUE" HAIR!
Step 4: Waited 25 minutes (10 minutes longer than the directed time cuz my hair is a resiliant bitch). Rinsed dye out. Noticed that hair didn't look fantastically blue from what I could see in the shower. Waited for the "big reveal."
Step 5: "WTF?? My hair is still brown!"
Step 6: Desperately attempted to find somewhere affected by blue dye. Possibly determined that MAYBE the white streak was now a "cosmic blue" streak.
Dangit! What gives? I realize it has a better effectiveness on bleached hair but I figured it would have SOME affect on my highlights. But nothing. Nothing but this weird sort of darker haze appearance. I had much better luck when I ACCIDENTALLY dyed my hair purple several months ago!
So now on to the hair dying - seriously I need a clue cuz this is how it went down:
Step 1: Excitedly envisioned the possibilities of blue hair and especially how it would affect the infamous Erin white stripe:
Step 2: Shampooed hair and towel dried. Excitedly envisioned blue hair.
Step 3: Re-read instructions. Followed instructions. FANTASTIC VISIONS OF "BAD BOY BLUE" HAIR!
Step 4: Waited 25 minutes (10 minutes longer than the directed time cuz my hair is a resiliant bitch). Rinsed dye out. Noticed that hair didn't look fantastically blue from what I could see in the shower. Waited for the "big reveal."
Step 5: "WTF?? My hair is still brown!"
Step 6: Desperately attempted to find somewhere affected by blue dye. Possibly determined that MAYBE the white streak was now a "cosmic blue" streak.
Dangit! What gives? I realize it has a better effectiveness on bleached hair but I figured it would have SOME affect on my highlights. But nothing. Nothing but this weird sort of darker haze appearance. I had much better luck when I ACCIDENTALLY dyed my hair purple several months ago!
Valentines
First - for those of you irritated that I didn't put an apostrophe before the "s" I just wanted to make sure you knew that this blog entry doesn't belong to "Valentine". Rather - it is about "Valentines" - those little cards we passed out in school.
I would just like to take a moment to THANK GOD that I've grown up and am no longer required to pass out and/or receive those stupid little esteem killers! ICK!!! What a horrible horrible concept!!
OK so first through maybe fourth grades were fine. Most parents filled out the Valentines for their kids anyway and so nobody was left out. (I've never seen such a variety of different spellings for "Erin.") But by fifth grade we were thinking, "Hey, I can do this myself!" and thus people started getting left out. You know who they were. Ugly girl. Ugly boy. And on occasion, Super Attractive Girl & Boy because you were "Ugly Girl" or "Ugly Boy" and didn't want to get made fun of. So then they implemented the rule that "If you're passing out cards you MUST PASS ONE OUT TO EVERYONE!" This was almost worse because then I, as one of the reigning "Ugly Girl" and "Fat Girl" and quite often "Weird Girl" and also "Big Giant Hair Girl", would get the reject cards.
Oh how it sucked - sitting there with 52 little assorted Valentines trying to figure out which saying wouldn't be too suggestive to someone. I.E. "I don't want to give the "You're a Cutie" card to Nick because then Nick will show it to John and Danny and they'll laugh. So I've gotta give him something more generic like, "Special Valentine." I'll give "You're a Cutie" to Andrea because she has dimples."
And I knew the other kids were all doing the same damn thing!! Thus, when I got cards like:
Or
I translated this into visions of "Nick" or "John" or "Danny" etc. sitting at home and thinking, "Hmm... who in the class should I give the elephant to. Oh I KNOW!!!" Or...."I'm definitely giving the sexy fox to Natalie, the lioness to Renee, the panther to Amy... this leaves the dog."
One year I simply avoided the whole conflict by buying blank heart shaped pieces of cardstock and some heart stickers and made everyone Valentines that said "To Nick, From Erin". No awkward phrasings!! And I got a "That's Really Cool!!" from a few people when I took the moment to make existing couples matching cards.
Then it was on to High School. Oh - my all girls high school was really such a relief! Granted - I did still spend my whole freshman year thinking that everyone was secretly a bitch before finally realizing that most people were actually just kind. (Until they were eventually bitches but bitches with reason.)
And before I end this entry - I would just like to give a shout out to those people that handed out the Valentines with the little packages of lifesavers. Those were cool!
I would just like to take a moment to THANK GOD that I've grown up and am no longer required to pass out and/or receive those stupid little esteem killers! ICK!!! What a horrible horrible concept!!
OK so first through maybe fourth grades were fine. Most parents filled out the Valentines for their kids anyway and so nobody was left out. (I've never seen such a variety of different spellings for "Erin.") But by fifth grade we were thinking, "Hey, I can do this myself!" and thus people started getting left out. You know who they were. Ugly girl. Ugly boy. And on occasion, Super Attractive Girl & Boy because you were "Ugly Girl" or "Ugly Boy" and didn't want to get made fun of. So then they implemented the rule that "If you're passing out cards you MUST PASS ONE OUT TO EVERYONE!" This was almost worse because then I, as one of the reigning "Ugly Girl" and "Fat Girl" and quite often "Weird Girl" and also "Big Giant Hair Girl", would get the reject cards.
Oh how it sucked - sitting there with 52 little assorted Valentines trying to figure out which saying wouldn't be too suggestive to someone. I.E. "I don't want to give the "You're a Cutie" card to Nick because then Nick will show it to John and Danny and they'll laugh. So I've gotta give him something more generic like, "Special Valentine." I'll give "You're a Cutie" to Andrea because she has dimples."
And I knew the other kids were all doing the same damn thing!! Thus, when I got cards like:
Or
I translated this into visions of "Nick" or "John" or "Danny" etc. sitting at home and thinking, "Hmm... who in the class should I give the elephant to. Oh I KNOW!!!" Or...."I'm definitely giving the sexy fox to Natalie, the lioness to Renee, the panther to Amy... this leaves the dog."
One year I simply avoided the whole conflict by buying blank heart shaped pieces of cardstock and some heart stickers and made everyone Valentines that said "To Nick, From Erin". No awkward phrasings!! And I got a "That's Really Cool!!" from a few people when I took the moment to make existing couples matching cards.
Then it was on to High School. Oh - my all girls high school was really such a relief! Granted - I did still spend my whole freshman year thinking that everyone was secretly a bitch before finally realizing that most people were actually just kind. (Until they were eventually bitches but bitches with reason.)
And before I end this entry - I would just like to give a shout out to those people that handed out the Valentines with the little packages of lifesavers. Those were cool!
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