Mood:  spacey
Topic: Insanity
I have learned today that I only have 3 wisdom teeth. For those not in the know, you are suppose to have 4. But, I can never have anything normal, can I?

I was also informed that they all have to be removed. Oh joy, oh happy day. And I get to have braces right after that. I am in a rejoicful mood.

At least I didn't have to take the ASVAB, a retarded aptitude test all the juniors have to take. It's run by the military, and apparantly cost a mass amount of money to produce. You'd have to ask my friend Araceli for the details though. As I said, I wasn't there.

TGIF
Mood:  celebratory
Topic: Drama
The week is coming to a close.

I got the part I had been trying out for. I am now Ruth Condomine, snotty british wife of a mystery writer who comes back from the dead. There is a cast meeting today, where I will get my script, and everything will feel more offical.

There are, of course, the spoil-sports who are throwing tantrums because they didn't get MY part, but I'm of the mood where they can just go and screw themselves.

My sick crap is also clearing up. I can breathe and function and everything. I can tell that I am going to have a bit of a cough for a while, but that is barable.

The stresses of the week are just melting away, and I am finding myself more and more opptimistic.


BTW, those out there reading this, I have created a new forum you should go to at this address. Thanx oodles for those reading, but mostly my friend, Araceli Dandaka, because I believe she is the only one who actually is.

later!

When it rains, it pours!
Mood:  blue
Now Playing: Ring around the rosie
Topic: Drama
I'm sick. Really sick. And horrible crabby. Did I mention I was sick?

It seems that whenever I have an officer's meeting for the Thespian Club, or when I have to audition for something, I get sick.

Today, I have both. I got up at 6:30 today so I could go to school to attend a meeting where all we discussed is when we were having the next meeting. After school, I have to start a two day auditon process for the fall production, the Blithe Spirit. Seven parts, 40-something drama kids. 4 hours of complete HELL!!!!!!!

And me? I'm wrapped up in a fleece blanket, trying to stay hydrated and last it through the day without crying or breaking down. I think I am losing.

So yes, life sucks, and I feel unprepared to resist the pull. I hope this week doesn't drown me.

love always, aislyn

My life so far
Mood:  on fire
Topic: Insanity
I'm in class, working on my editorial for the Hum, which is the paper at school. Dandaka, my friend, is looking at my site right now, and this weird guy, Rock is freaking out. I think his head is about to explode. Dandaka is finding it all humorous.

Well, as of now, I am preping for the fall production. The auditions are next week and I am nervous. There are only 7 spaces and nothing is ever certain.

Well, I must leave to finish my editorial on Bush's 17 year vacation, beat a certain Ferris (the paper's conservative) into a bloody pulp, and avoid being yelled at by our advisor, Mr. Himler.

My Introduction
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: Some weird techno stuff
Topic: Greetings
When one begins a story, it is customary to have an introduction. This is mine.

Hello, My name is Aislyn Joan Rakshasa. I'm 16 years old, and a junior attending Blitzcreig High.

Okay, well not really, but the story is much more interesting that way.

I am also a thespian. For those in the dark, that means I am an actor. But perhaps you guessed that from the title. If not, then perhaps you shouldn't be here.

Now anyways, I like to act, and to be dramatic, and to tell stories. I'm very good at what I do, as you will find out soon enough.

Now I feel that Lindsay Lohan gave me a bad name. I am a drama queen, but I am not a lying retard. Therefore I have created this blog (I love that word. blogblogblogblogblog. It rhymes with snog, which is fun. snogsnogsnogsnogsnog.) to clear my name and to clear the names of my friends, who you will be hearing about later.

Well, goodbye for now. Hopefully we will meet again.