Good morning, everyone. Man, I am stupidly hungry. and my hands are covered in hair wax residue. None of this makes any sense. Why am I still talking?

Ahem. Anyway. So, it's Friday morning. Which means I have Sociology for Educators today, as well as a four-hour rehearsal for "Flaming Idiots" and possibly some sort of magma get-together tonight, which makes it a pretty full day/night.

New thought for today: Peace is also patriotic. Please go read John LeCarré at TimesOnline. It's definitely thought-provoking.

So the last few days haven't been excessively eventful; it's mostly been a lot of school and rehearsal/other play related crap. Yesterday was prop-shopping, which was pretty fun, on the whole. Although I am becoming increasingly tired of having to mediate disputes between everyone who's working on this. That said, I've resolved not to get involved anymore, and let other people hash out their differences. I know the likelihood of being able to do this is slim to nil but I'm going to give it a shot.

Dear Five Iron Frenzy, Canada is not the Maple Leaf state, and slurpees are not, in fact, made from venison. Thank you.

I went shopping with Kori yesterday because she needed new jeans, and while we were at the store, I was looking at the bras, and thought, "hey, I bet they do measurements here." So I asked, and sure enough they did. You know how something like 86% of women wear the wrong size of bra? Yeah, apparently I was part of that...in the last year I've moved from a C to a DD. Gah. I thought puberty was supposed to be over before now, dammit.

Anyhow, today is pizza hut lunch buffet day, so I need to get going...thanks for reading!

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