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Yesterday before I went into work, I got out the car and looked at The Grand. Most people have heard the horror stories if they haven't experienced them (99.9 are probably true). The Grand is actually a very nice theatre, and I'd have to appreciate the investors (Ronny Burns, George Solomon, and Alden McDonald) a little more, because their intentions were good. The east has shit, and everything in the east is shitty, and by bringing in such a nice theatre in a dominant black community, they'd hope to bring more business out there. It's kind of sad that at the end of 2002 (God I've been there soooo long), The Grand was at it's best. Now it's more of a hot spot for the youth of New Orleans (but I guess it's sort of a good thing because atleast they're not out there shooting eachother up and doing drugs right?) Oh well, maybe oneday it'll get the respect and the appreciation that it deserves. Anyways... last night was pretty packed, I had been at work since 9:30 in the morning, so by 8 that night, my nerves were shot and I was tired as hell. I didn't have the patience that I normally do for the bad ass kids that came through, most of them who even said anything remotely stupid just got a blank stare and silence.

Donald told me last night that I give bad first impressions. Donald, who is one of my bestfriends, said when he first met me, he couldn't stand me. I gave off this "sadity attitude, like I was a princess". I thought that was funny as hell, me? a princess? The thought is nice...makes me wonder if all the years that I've been called stuck up or sadity have anything to do with my first impressions...