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Chelsea and I waent to ladies night and saw Tara and KElly. I have not seen either of them in a really long time because Tara was a senior when I was a freshman (and she was my folder partner in band) and Kelly graduated last year while I was abroad. So that was good. I have a dare that I'm supposed to ask our bnd director (who is filling in for Dr. Carson while he is on sabbatical) what he means when he says "25 cents sharp" when we're tuning.

At least I didn't get the dare athat I have to ask someone to homecoming. There's only one person I am crushing on right now (okay, total lie, but I am pathetic) and I would die. Simple as htat. Although I wish I could stop misreading signals.

I am exhaused and should not try to do the reherasal report right now so I'll probably check mail, LEviosa, and then to bed.

Bee I love you thak you for letting me call you, sing good.

(This mood picture doesn't really look drunk. Poor Moritz.)

ETA: Also why does everyone like the play Present Laughter by Noel Coward? I hted that play. I read it four times nd I loathed it more every time but it's playng at the National Theatre in London.

And I'm not sure why LJ sent me an e-mail saying thebestarbalest's birthday is on Sunday because it's not. I don't think. She's supposed to be a summer birthday. But a_leannan's is! And so's mine. But I'm old.

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That was a very strange dream.

I don't even remember half of it now, but suffice it to say it was very, very strange.

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This morning David brought his son Ki (short for Kiernan, however she spells that) to the stage management meeting. Which basically meant that I went ";daslkfj;oashgo;awe BABY" through the whole hour.

I hate the homecoming showcase concert, because it makes me think of, grah. It makes me miss singing in a mixed choir, with MALE voices.

Blah.