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For the Love of Three Oranges last night was pretty funny... the singing could have been better, but it was great entertainment to sit in between my mother and Tony and have either side to snark to (and get some snarks from both). It was highly disappointing that the McDonalds across from U of H is closed at 10pm on a Friday night, and you can't walk through the drive-through. So we had to drive. But it was still fun. They didn't mess up the order.

Mel showed up randomly at my house and took me to the ARTS taping today... well, it went. I've done better, but it wasn't awful. At least not all of it. I only did the Brahms and Una Donna. I want Tu Lo Sai to be the best one, because it's first on the cd. And I have to learn the other two, still. And all four pop ones. And cut Macavity. And learn a monologue. And have some Starbirds recorded for Composition. And write some expository essays. And some more novel. And short stories. And get some slide film.

And that's just ARTS. Then there's English and Calculus and Physics.

But I'd rather call somebody and talk. Which is weird. Because I never used to talk on the phone voluntarily. But nobody's home.

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Nobody's home, but he'll call me for relief from a country music concert... with his brother's phone, since he left his own in our van last night.

And then Mel will call while I'm looking for tractors with David and can't talk...

I forgot to mention, I used the nail clippers not to dig in my knee and get the graphite out, but to chop the thing off my chin. It bled profusely and the bandaid is quite red, but it's definitely not there anymore. It may come back, though.

I think my legs may be sunburned. It's been literally years since I've worn shorts outside. Pasty and white are not strong enought adjectives. The bruises provide an admirable contrast, as well as the angry-looking red patch over my knee where the scab from falling down the stairs in Mexico City (during a performance entrance, no less) used to be.

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Ack. They found the camcorder tapes from when I was with the Glasers in MO. I used to be skinny and Kevin used to be round. Well, we've switched, and he now makes me look like the Weekly Geek centerfold... He's even more of a clotheshorse than Tony, if you can imagine... he and Allen are the worst of them all. Metros to the extreme, but not in the least effeminate.

Allen wasn't in the tapes, though. It's amazing how small everybody used to be. And the boys' voices... it's overwhelming to realize that I can remember things that happened 9 years ago. I'm old and bitter.

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Those were the days...

I had shoulder-length braids to whap people with... I was golden-brown all over... I didn't start wearing a shirt regularly when not in school, till I was 10 or 11.