ushering

ugh. i'm at my moms work now- and i have to usher. she works at this arts council thingy and there's a show and i have to hand out booklets, to old people that always come to the show.
they'll ask stupid questions like "what grade are you in? oh!! you've gotten so big since i've seen you!!!" okay. this is what i want to say to them "the last time i freakin say you was like a month ago, how could i have gotten bigger? and mind your own business about my age and grade. "
oh, and since its around Christmas- they'll be like "what do you want for Christmas? are you excited?" my response "of course i'm excited- it Christmas- free stuff hello???? and i want Lego's."
i know, i know, pathetic, but i think they're fun. so BAM!
will update after show. (oh it "the Moscow boys from Russia" at the council of the arts.