The many faces of Nick Ritter.

EB and John. How cute.

Bobby is appalled at Desta.

Friggin' laser beams.

Bad-A Dukes.

Acoustic Patrick.

Glorious.

Big Spring Park. Very relaxing.

Jeremy. Graham. Dylan. Sweet Aubrey.

John's wise words of wisdom. (...alliteration and redundancy go hand in hand...)

John. 80's Hair-Rocker Style.

Papa Ge is coming back.

This is yours truly, decked out in full stage make-up and the accompanying headdress. This image is slighty photoshopped, also.

I wanna show you my ninny...

katieHickey05: o dear god.. i just experienced something very very strange.......
strategery3: what
strategery3: A GHOST?!
katieHickey05: my grandmother just busted up in the bathroom while i was washing my face and said " i wanna show you my ninny".. i was like uhh.. ok.. and she showed me where they took her boob off.... AND MADE ME FEEL IT.
katieHickey05: I feel violated.
strategery3: hahahahahahahahahaha
katieHickey05: ......my grandmother also had to false teeth out so she was very scary looking.
katieHickey05: PATRICK ..................................... MY FAMILY IS INSANE.

She sure has me convinced.

Who in the world calls a boob a ninny?

Once On This Island

Yesterday moved along at a hellacious pace that left me in its dust, and I never caught up until the beginning of the 2nd Act. After school was over, I ventured to Mr. Harris's room to discuss with him the finer points of my make-up design. He has conjured up this amazing vision of some killer Maori tattoo that he wants put onto my face. The complexity of the original design was impressive. We enlisted the help of Talmadge Hiram Quillin's wife to aid in the inaugural application, and decided to document the entire process with a digital camera so I would have no problem re-applying the make-up myself for every show. I told her I was going home to shave and grab the camera, and that I would be back in a hour. After an adventurous ride home, during which I almost fell asleep three times, I arrived home and allowed myself 15 second of leisure to sit down with my dog. I woke up 45 minutes later. I arrived at Lee at 5:40, instead of 4:30 as originally planned, and we eventually got my make-up done, going through about 4 different designs. The worst part was that, instead of taking off the previous rejected design and then applying the new one, we just put the new one over the old one. I ended up with about 2 1/2 inches of gold gunk on my face. All that make-up was completely distracting and got onto EVERYTHING I was near. I was lucky enough to remove about an inch of it during intermission, and I was much more comfortable during the 2nd Act. I also was severely dehydrated during the 1st Act, so I downed four bottles of water during intermission, also. The entire cast rebounded from a horrible opening to the show with a fairly decent 2nd Act. It instilled hope in us all. Thats about it. World's longest paragraph.

PLEASE COME SEE THE SHOW! It would mean an awful lot to me and rest of the cast. I can promise you an amazing show. The make-up, costumes, and talent of a Lee High show are unparalleled in the State of Alabama and the Southeast. It will be worth your ten or twelve dollars to support our program. Dates for the show are April 8-9 and 14-16 at 7:30 PM, and also the 10th at 2:30 PM.

That's all for now. See you at the show.



Agwe (John) and Papa Ge (Myself)

Hell Week.

I have not updated my loyal readers of my happenings in almost a week, so I deem it necessary to provide one for my public. I have been consumed by the powers of Lee Lyric Theater, swallowed in a schedule that is ridiculously demanding, a bizarre schedule evidenced by the time I am posting this entry at. I really do need to go to sleep now... but I leave you with this, the best non-photo rendering I can give you of myself in full costume. Enjoy.

Toot my horn.

I know you are all proud. My teeth look amazingly white... and I have a slight AZN look to me. Other than that, I totally am happy with it.

Today was a good day. I found it interesting that I managed to survive the entire day with just one short nap in AP Calculus, after not retiring to my bed until around 2:00 AM. I haven't gone to bed before 2 for the past 3 nights, and my 6:30 AM wake up call has left me drained. Note to self: Get some sleep this weekend. Four hours or less each night is not going to cut it.

In other news, Katie and Julia effectively broke my iPod yesterday. They turned it off, and couldn't wake it up again-- the touch wheel and all the buttons just didn't feel like working, apparently. The "hold" wasn't on, either... I checked. Luckily for those two, it was summoned back to life when I hooked it up to the charger at my house. It still had half a charge left, so it wasn't the battery, either. If any more stuff like this happens, I am sending off for a new one. My only other complaint is that the photo-viewing flashware could use a zoom and re-name function to aid with organization efforts. In all other regards, I am perfectly pleased with its performance. Feel free to stop by my house at any time with your music and give me good music to put on it. I've only got like... 22 GBs left, so get it in soon. Ha.

April is a ticking time-bomb, like my stomach after drinking a glass of month old milk. Hell week for the show, two weekends of shows, followed by Huntsville's prom with a certain Meg Ingram, and then my own prom with a certain Jessica Grace Taylor. April will be hott. The show and prom will be especially hott.

An Eevnftul Few Dyas...

Tonight-- abridged version. 3.. 2... 1... GO! Soccer game tonight. Patrick's debut. Played well. Not perfect. Bobby was impressed. Good smarts and sight. Too fat for soccer still. Looking forward to the next game.

The show is going well, although I have expressed concern, both vocally and not, at the ability of a few inexperienced (and questionably cast) members of this show to actually hold an audience member's attention while on stage. A few of these people seem to have no skeletal system, no concept of body tension or facial expression, and couldn't do a step-drag if their mother's life depended on it. Nevertheless, this show is going to be amazing, and I will be amazing, and my costume will be amazing, and everything onstage the same time as me will be amazing. I will make sure of it. If you share the light with me at any time during this production and feel that you aren't living up to the title of "amazing," please approach me or someone that actually knows what they are doing and demand immediate assistance from them. It will be much easier to do this, than for one of us to call you out. I am loud, and I know for damn sure that John and Viv are loud also. Make this easy for yourself. However, I am preaching to the choir... every reader of this blog that I am aware of isn't having a problem. Maybe I should print this out and post it in the choir room. I suppose not, that would be less than tactful, and OF COURSE, below me.

School is going well, with the exception of AP Calculus. The concepts aren't at all difficult, but my lack of discipline in the class showed last 9 weeks with an impressive 69. Way to go, FG. I made a resolution to my parents to improve this pitiful situation, and of course, where do I find myself? The exact same place--very little homework done, and me composing a post on my 10-reader-blog. Oh well... I will graduate, regardless of what happens in that class. I will get higher than an 80 on the exam, guaranteed.

Moving on, I have realized how very little time I have left in high school. I find this revelation exciting-- this summer has incomprehensible potential. The prospect of an undetermined senior trip, two weeks of camp, possible trip to Wakarusa, and a large amount of time spent on the water at Lake Guntersville gets my juices flowing in all the right places. This summer shall be glorious, filled with adrenaline and love-making. Mostly adrenaline. OK. All adrenaline, most likely no love-making. Those interested in love-making, leave your e-mail in a comment and I will contact you with details about the required preliminary weigh-in. My perverse excuse for humor makes me sick. I apologize. [I am lying. Screw you.]

WARNING: ANTI-CLIMATIC ENDING APPROACHING!

Well, my fans demand a published entry, and I shall do my best to please them. Enjoy your evening, and have a wonderful Friday. I love you all.

...Pictures are coming...

Philmont. B-52 Mountainside Crash Site Numero Dos.

Philmont. B-52 Mountainside Crash Site.

Credit card.