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08:41pm 01/07/2003
 
mood: happy
I went to guitar lessons with Cec, Abby, Julie, David, and Cass. I suck. But Rick is a cool teacher- With a cool dog. So yeah.

Well the play is t-2 days. The day after tomorrow, I'll be in a skanky red dress playing a Christian bitch in a temple. With 70 little five year olds picking their noses and wiping their fingers on me. -.-'' Not to mention Paul won't fucking leave me alone.

Paul is a creep who works for the Youtheater thing I work at and perform with. Paul is a 40 year old fat greasy man with ugly hair in a comb-over who gets just a bit too close to the little girls. He also is scared really easily- Whenever you sneak up behind him and say "BOO!", he throws all these papers everywhere and has to clean them up. Or he throws a chocolate donut.

Several quotes:
"Did your mom get a new car? It looks a little different than the grey BMW station wagon your mom had last year."
"Did you move? Your address seems different than last year."

And today after lunch:
"Hey Chloe, when did you turn 16?" He edged up REALLY close to me.
"I'm not. I'm 15."
"Oh." He then proceeded to look at the rabbit (Ann brought him in that day so she could take him to the vet after camp) and looked at a toy carrot that was rather small. He then said...
"Look at the size of that carrot... That's one biiig carrot." He said this really sleezy-like... And then he looked at me. I freaked out and walked away quickly.

Nevertheless, I've been smiling all day.		  
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