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Random Visuals

This is me right before the fall dance. I think I look really hot in this picture, but maybe that's because the focus was all blurry and I was trying my hardest not to laugh. Yes. Drool as you please, just don't ruin your keyboards. ::rolls eyes::





Number the Stars at Civic Youth Theatre, JUNE 2003(Photos courtesy of Keyla)

This is Keyla and Layla, and then Adam N and Valeri.



Brayden, Joe, Abby, Katie, and Andrew; then Abby, Lindsey, and Raya -- hanging out in the theater during dress rehearshal.



Caty and Sarah being respectively jaded and sensuous. Oooo. Then Billy (right). I can't remember the other boy's name, which is particulary awful, considering I did his makeup.



Colin and Zora, with their magic airbrush. There was some intricate history about the brush, but I really don't want to type the whole thing out. It might make your brain explode.



Me with Raya and Layla. My aunt gave me that cow-print apron as a joke for my birthday. The next day, I took it to rehearshal to show everyone, and somebody suggested that I wear it with my crew attire, me being a make-up artist and all. And lo and behold, a tradition was born.





FALL PLAY! Strange Boarders at my high school, SEPT to NOV 2003

Keyla and I embracing passionately. Swoon if you must. (There's the apron again! Isn’t it sexy?)



Alysha and Elizabeth, after Elizabeth meticulously curled Alysha’s pigtails.



Hilary and Tara, the play’s “Mafia sluts”.



Lowney, Tegan, and Kyle M. I’m not sure what’s happening in this picture.



Kyle C, Austin, Ashley J, Kyle F being bizarre backstage. And no, Kyle C isn’t gay, and yes, Kyle F has rabies.



Alysha, Courtney, Emilie, and James celebrating James’ feat of architectural engineering at the cast party. It took him 20 minutes to get those things stacked; the Mountain Dew kept making them slip.



Ashley and her fish! FISH! Long story.



Lyzenga, songwriter of “The Fall Play Song”, with some random head from the props room. Yes. I don’t get it either.

Faaaaalll plaaaaaaaaay/ Faaaaallll plaaaaaaay/ Can’t seeeee/ Faaaaaalll plaaaaaaay/ ROCK ON!


Pauline, the dressmaker’s dummy-thing. I so totally put that outfit on her. And I helped paint those red stripes in the backround. Noo-yeah.

”You need to go up the butt of the dummy.” - Mz CH.






Go home, already, you voyeurism-obsessed … person.