Enter Mary-Jane: The Diary Entries

April 4th: It's Almost Time!

Sunday, April 4th: 2:10 pm

Diary,

Tomorrow is the big day! Tomorrow the world will see me in my greatest performance yet as Blanche DuBois in A Streetcar Named Desire! Haha! Next thing you know, diary, I'm gonna break out with a "You like me, you really like me!" speech!!

But in all honesty, I'm really excited. I haven't spoken an entire sentence to mom in a super long time. Whenever she gets home from work I'm usually asleep or out partying. Our only way of communicating for the past month has been to leave notes on the fridge. Well, she knew about me getting the lead role in the play but I left her another note reminding her when the play was. This morning she left a note saying something like, "Taking work off for tomorrow. Will be there! Make it a great day."

Aunt Anna is going to be there, of course, and even Gayle is going to skip dance practice so she can see me! She's bringing her boyfriend but whatever. I could care less about her creepy boyfriend as long as I have my family sitting there in the front row. Oh, diary! They're going to be so proud. This performance will definitely wipe out that terrible Rome & Juliet fiasco from my mom's memory.

Well, I'm at the community pool right now. I want to look nice and bronzy on stage tomorrow. Unfortunately, the spotlights drown out your color so you look pale as a sheet but if I tan until I look another race entirely then I should be okay. Let's see how well I tan though... redheads have the nasty habit of frying rather than tanning.

The gossip girls got the whole school thinking that Spider-Man was trying to kidnap me. I even had one kid walk up to me and ask me if it was true that Spider-Man tried to lay eggs in my ear. I was speechless for a good three seconds. Finally I found my tongue again and I told the kid to "Stop watching the SciFi channel and get a life." A little mean? Yeah... okay, I admit that it was a LITTLE mean but it was NOT totally uncalled for! Someone needed to teach that kid that he can't listen to what everyone feeds him.

It's about 2:20 now, so I have to stop writing now. I invited Liz Allan up to the pool and she should be here any minute.

I'll just slip you under my lounge chair and as soon as Liz leaves, I'll tell you everything that happens. Believe me; the wait will be well worth it!