Story number 1!
There was a pretty little lake at Lyon College. The lake was surrounded by sapplings and plain white ducks. Sarah Cowan, nearly every day, would "hide" behind one of these baby trees while watching the ducks with a keen eye. As soon as she thought the ducks were at ease, she would leap out from behind the tree and attack the ducks screaming "AFLAC! AFLAC!"
Story number 2!
At SummerStage, I had this strange feeling that my roommate might have actually been Satan.
When I returned home, I checked with a certified expert and learned that my roommate was indeed
the devil. Click here for the details.
Story number 3!
Sarah Bolden's mom sent her this package with all sorts of weird Sarah Bolden stuff in it. Anywho, there were these swim goggles(insert grin due to the appearance of the freaky word "goggles") with little crabs on them. Sarah would put them on and "swim" across the floor and people would stare at her and wonder how she got out of the instituition. It was cool, okay?
Story number 4!
I have these white pajamas that my mommy (shut up!) made for me, and they look kinda old fashioned I guess. Anywho, the pack's just walking along when Chris decides he doesn't like my pajamas or something and he grabs my arm and says "Time for your medicine, dear. You look like you're a mental patient." I was very sad.
Story number 5!
Chris had to sleep in his car. Serves him right for making fun of my pajamas that my mommy (shut up!) made for me.
Story number 6!
I remember sitting on the steps in the foyer of Brown Chapel teaching Mimi Ferrara how to pronounce the names from Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats.
Story number 7!
Neal had this strange obsession with Mimi Goodman's purple lava lamp. He'd stare at it. I have photo-proof, too. It'll be on the picture page some day. I don't know why, but Mimi's lava lamp was always in Sarah and Sarah's room.
Story number 8!
Neal and I were practicing Phantom in the stairwell because he wasn't allowed upstairs, and I hit the high note and felt cool. Just thought I'd include that. I also think it was raining. There was one of those little red plastic kiddie cars under the stairs too.
Story number 9!
Mimi Goodman, Sarah Cowan, and I rode in one of the "Gator"s. A gator is a little lawn cart thingie that the Lyon College security guys drive in to make them feel cool. I didn't like the security guy. He was old and his name was George.
Story number 10!
At SummerStage (and also at Shakespeare) there was this creepy slimy thing called Carl. I hate Carl for many reasons. Carl went out with my roommate, and they would talk loudly on the phone at all hours of the night. Neal was Carl's roommate, so he knows what I'm talking about here. Anywho, Carl also thought he was supercool or something, so he told me his "true feelings" and squeezed my butt in Books-A-Million. I then smacked the stupid mother fucker and told him to leave me alone. I also hate Carl because he wore a kilt one day, and he is diffently NOT cool enough to wear a kilt. Due to the extreme feelings of hate for Carl that many campers felt, I founded the Carl Hater's Club. Do you hate Carl? To join the club click here.
Story number 11!
Sarah Cowan had this little red thing that one of her friends gave her for her b-day. Anywho the thingie had a picture of Sarah and her friend in it, and if you pushed a button it said "Happy Birthday, Sarah." That's no big deal I guess, the voice sounded kind of mean. She might as well have been saying "Drop dead, Sarah." We walked around the Lyon College campus mimicking the evil "Happy Birthday, Sarah."
Story number 12!
This one's embarrasing, but I have to tell it.
I was in the Lyon library, and they have all of these old dance magazines that no one reads in a box in the back. I wanted to cut the pictures out of them, but you check them out, so I stuffed like four of them into my backpack and nonchallantly attempted to exit the building. Okay, a lesson for all you would-be library theives. Those fake looking sensor things at the door aren't fake!!! *BEEP* "Ma'am, would you mind letting me check that book?" "Oh, sure." "Ma'am, would you mind checking your bag?" "Well, I don't see anything in here." "Okay." *BEEP* "Ma'am, would you check your bag again please?" "Oh, here are these magazines. I can't believe I didn't see them just a second ago." I look up, and Ike, the hot counselor is laughing his ass off at me. When we got outside the building, he just looked at me and said, "Dance magazines?" ^\^
Story number 13!
At Summer Stage, we rode in a bus with a stinky john all the way to Dallas (six hours) just to see the worst musical I have ever seen in my life. It was entitled Sunset Boulevard and is by Andrew Lloyd Webber. After seeing this show, my respect for ALW dropped significantly, and I stopped writting my daily letters to him. (Asshole never replied to any of them anyway, and I sent them for over a month!) The PR people for this touring production were making a big deal over Petula Clark being the lead role, but there was one small detail they left out of the ads... Petula Clark sucks ass! She used to sing really well, don't get me wrong. I love "Rainy Days and Mondays", but that was back in the day. As POTO would say "the dancing was a lamatable mess." Anywho, the show sucked on the whole. The sets were the coolest part. At the end, Cleo did the rudest thing ever. He shouted out "Ya'll did a good job...at puttin' us ta' sleep." I thought Chris Clark was going to have a stroke. Aaron thought it quite humorous too. If you're Petula Clark and you're reading this, I'm sorry. Use your money to comfort you.
Story number 14!
Shakespeare had two talent shows. At one, Neal and I sang POTO which rocked. At that same one, a million people (myself included) attempted to lip sing "La Vie Boheme" from Rent. It would have been okay if we had practiced it perhaps, but the fact that Neal, who just had to be Mark(the big part) didn't know the words to the song. I just felt really dumb when it was over. Maybe it's because I played Maureen, and I'm just not good with those lesbian roles.