Today is April fourth and everyone I meet seems to have forgotten that April fools was three days ago. I am of course the one who all my friends decide to prank, because I think that it is a ridiculous day and should be wiped from the face of the earth along with that bitch Anne Coulter.
If you recall, I said I had an interview at a local station. The interview was pretty fun and I was immediately rushed into make-up and then the green room. The green room was filled with treats like cakes and sandwiches and expensive-looking jellies, but I couldn't have any because they would smudge the male make-up they put on my face. Oh well, c'est la vie.
In other news: I just finished reading Neil Gaiman's Stardust and Diana Wynne Jone's Cart and Cwidder. I thought both were great books, but one had a deeper effect on me. I don't know why, but Diana Wynne Jones books always bring out the blood lust within me. During the end of the book I was really wishing for a villain to die, but it is a Diana book and that hardly ever happens, instead her protagonists take the moral route and turn them to stone or take a way their powers or something.
