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Rehearsal goes a lot more quickly if one has no watch. Though I'd really like to find my watch.
The Christmas stuff is sooo easy, and we spend so much time on such horrendously obvious things... but it's good that we're fixing them. This classy medley thing in the black cover is kinda pretty. I like it. Tonight I had wimpy A's, though. I'm on the front row and it feels like I'm the only first. Does wonders for individual confidence. Gra. I have to come in by myself. Luckily, I can read the music, unlike some.
After rehearsal I rode with Bill to his house so he could eat before we went to wherever it was we went. We had a couple interesting conversations about Salad. And I was kind of flattered. And I still trust both of them but they're not on such pedestals that I can't make fun of them. Salad called to see where we were, and made all kinds of fun implications I could yell confirmations to. We did eventually get to the Irish bar, though. I was stuck at the end, because I made Bill sit by Andrew, so I didn't converse much till later when people were leaving and I could see. We did have fun throwing napkins. I think I impressed somebody with my reflexes.
From there we went over to Salad's house, unfortunately including Andrew. They made drinks, but I explored and found that I could fit in the bottom shelf of the cupboard in his kitchen. Very fun. And then I had to demonstrate the broom closet... appropriate jokes were made, and then of course Mel came up in the conversation. I had some life advice from three or four different quarters (all of whom were eminently sensible). I did end up talking to Salad about himself for awhile, till other people came and sat on the couch... I really have a hard time deciding what to think (or whether to think at all). Nihilist Svengali is a good person, but still socially inept... though we were discussing Andrew, who is tremendously worse, and Salad actually defended him, told me he was actually a nice guy... well, I can see that, but I still don't like him. He needs to learn... to... converse without domineering (or being ignored) and discussing only himself. Or at least be more subtle about it.
When mama finally decided to go, a couple more-than-usually obscene jokes were made. I dunno. What would I do? It's a pity I'm not sleepy, cause I don't have to get up in the morning (everybody else has to work at 6 or something), and I'm disappointed we didn't stay longer. Maybe I'll finish this essay and read Trainspotting.
The Christmas stuff is sooo easy, and we spend so much time on such horrendously obvious things... but it's good that we're fixing them. This classy medley thing in the black cover is kinda pretty. I like it. Tonight I had wimpy A's, though. I'm on the front row and it feels like I'm the only first. Does wonders for individual confidence. Gra. I have to come in by myself. Luckily, I can read the music, unlike some.
After rehearsal I rode with Bill to his house so he could eat before we went to wherever it was we went. We had a couple interesting conversations about Salad. And I was kind of flattered. And I still trust both of them but they're not on such pedestals that I can't make fun of them. Salad called to see where we were, and made all kinds of fun implications I could yell confirmations to. We did eventually get to the Irish bar, though. I was stuck at the end, because I made Bill sit by Andrew, so I didn't converse much till later when people were leaving and I could see. We did have fun throwing napkins. I think I impressed somebody with my reflexes.
From there we went over to Salad's house, unfortunately including Andrew. They made drinks, but I explored and found that I could fit in the bottom shelf of the cupboard in his kitchen. Very fun. And then I had to demonstrate the broom closet... appropriate jokes were made, and then of course Mel came up in the conversation. I had some life advice from three or four different quarters (all of whom were eminently sensible). I did end up talking to Salad about himself for awhile, till other people came and sat on the couch... I really have a hard time deciding what to think (or whether to think at all). Nihilist Svengali is a good person, but still socially inept... though we were discussing Andrew, who is tremendously worse, and Salad actually defended him, told me he was actually a nice guy... well, I can see that, but I still don't like him. He needs to learn... to... converse without domineering (or being ignored) and discussing only himself. Or at least be more subtle about it.
When mama finally decided to go, a couple more-than-usually obscene jokes were made. I dunno. What would I do? It's a pity I'm not sleepy, cause I don't have to get up in the morning (everybody else has to work at 6 or something), and I'm disappointed we didn't stay longer. Maybe I'll finish this essay and read Trainspotting.
