The play is later this week, and I can't wait for it to be over. It's been my excuse forever. I need to make a documentary for class, start my research paper, study for that AP exam, as well as the rest of my schoolwork. Not to mention the upcoming deadline for the final decision of colleges. Ick.
Herm..... But, yeah, the play. I want a flapper outfit. Why is it that the dancers, who came in three weeks before opening night, get the best costumes, while the people who have toiled away the entire time get the same old outfit. I want to be a flapper!!!
I know you all are expecting this next part.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeell... I saw him where he works. Mainly because he does security at the same arena where I go to hockey games every once in a while. It was interesting... Passed by twice, because my sister and I ran into a dead end. But, really, not much to say. I followed him in his car for about two seconds today? He followed me in my car for three seconds last week? I really don't know what to say. There are no juicy details, but only the silly, girlish, gleeful exclaimations of something minor that does nothing, but to me isn't quite so minor.
We got fed tonight. Amazing, amazing principle. Never thought I'd say that. And Ted died twice. **giggle**
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