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liveblogging confessions

Spud is over for pizza, ice cream and bad movies. We just finished Godzilla with Matthew Broderick. Our favorite line is "He's from France." You have to have been there. Now we are watching the cinematic masterpiece Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen. It has true contemporary resonance.

Right now Sid Arthur has broken up. Lola is wearing black and something that Sgt. Pepper would not wear. Yay!?

Ooo! Dance-off!

Lola got her arse whooped. Very sad. Will she get the Sid Arthur tickets!? Only time will tell. "Awesome!" Now Lola is the hero of the dance off. She won the second round.

Two of Carla Santini's nannies were institutionalized. She is one tough High School debutante.

It is too much to blog! Heaping humiliation? And she just got grounded...no allowance for one month. Lola is so in trouble,, like, entirely. And the Sid Arthur concert is sold out...and Carla Santini is so mean that some girl and her family had to move to Cleveland.

"Costumes are sacred..." Thus sayeth the drama teacher. Do we concur? Anyone?

Eliza Rock...that is the new name for the play Pygmalion. Yep. God is at work here, people.

Okay, we are at the concert at New York. Sid Arthur is giving their last concert. The crowd is huge. They are trying to get tickets from a scalper, but they money was in the make-up bag...which they left on the train. Now the have to sneak..."I hope they do Love Loser." Don't we all?

So, they can't get into the concert. So they are running 67 blocks in heels in the rain to go to an apartment in SoHo. Spud says "Wow. Doen't she look just like a hooker!"

Yeah. True.

"He isn't actually an adult. He's a rock star." This establishes an interesting possible dichotomy. And he has a very bad English accent.

Stu is in jail. So are the girls. Stu is not entirely clear on how he got there. It seems Stu has a substance abuse issue. And Lola's dad is not happy. Oh, and the dog is happy. Or something like that.

But Stu has sobered up and he has invited them all to the party. So, that's a good thing, right? The hope is that the mean girl, Carla Santini, is at the party and will see that Lola and her friend Ella are as cool as she is if not cooler.

Cooler than thou...

Organization does not
belong to the spirit.

This was up on Stu's wall. Nice. I like it! But Stu is drunk again. Disillusionment sets in. Yeah, it's like that sometimes. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. "Because, Mr. Wolf, you're a drunk." Well, that was pretty heavy after making out with the dog in the police station.

And now Lola is getting caught up in her own lies...he self-created drama. They are even calling her Mary now. That's her name, after all. And it is time to confess...Augustine has nothing on this girl. And payback is hell.

Thus begins the great downward spiral. St John of the Cross calls this the dark night of the soul. Douglas Addams calls it the long dark tea time. Spud is laughing at the movie. I'm not entirely sure why. This is serious cinema!

Okay, now on to Pygmalion...I mean, Eliza Rocks. The pit orchestra is composed entirely of macs. And they are ruining David Bowie. "Ch-ch-ch-changes?!?!!?!?!?" Oy.

Finally, on to the cast party. I am guessing Stu will finally make an appearance. And...Yes! He shaved and everything. Of course, the mean girl is claiming credit. But it ain't working. No way! Not in this formula. Nope. Stu is returning something Lola left at his place. And the mean girl spontaneously trips and falls in the fountain in the familyroom. Yeah! You know how it is sometimes.

Stu is in recovery (again). But they get to dance. This is every 17 year old girl's dream. She dances with the recovering rock star and ends up with the nice boy, Sam, at the end. Sam is not Stu. Sam is her friend. Who knew?

"And can you believe that all of this happened in Dellwood New Jersey...of all places?"

Life is a work of art you gotta paint it colorful,
Can make it anything u want don't have to stick to any rules
You don't need a high IQ to succeed in what you do,
You just gotta have no doubt just believe in yourself.

Posted by tripp at September 14, 2006 08:47 PM