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Forgive me LJ, for I have sinned....
It's been 13 days since my last entry. And I missed my own one-year LJ anniversary, which was apparently on the 15th. However, I did start writing a Twelfth Night fanfic, because my school did a performance of it and I was pissed that Shakespeare never told us what happened to Antonio. It's not like you can go ask the guy what he was planning to write, since he's (sadly) several centuries dead.
On the plus side, I'm coping well with sleep deprivation, and I finally have a list of colleges I'm applying to. Homecoming pictures will also be scanned and available to my flist as soon as I get them developed. I had a red vintage dress that was very sassy and fun, and I cut my hair to mid-neck.
I'm not thinking about the election. I'm not worrying and losing sleep. I'm not thinking about the 4 hours of campaign volunteering I still need to do sometime between now and Nov. 2, while writing several papers and going to Houston and RenFest. *smacks self* Most definitely am not worrying about my total lack of life and love interest.
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A Conversation Following Yoga, Between Myself and the Evil Twin, While Severely Whacked Out On Endorphins and Blood Oxygen:
Dad: Okay, so we're getting breakfast tacos for dinner. And ya'll can have some fruit, so it's remotely healthy. I think we have some bananas.
Me: Bananas with breakfast tacos? You really have no taste buds, do you?
Lindsey: It's the cigarettes.
Me: Ya know, those grow back in a couple of days, or a week, after you stop smoking. Same thing with the cilia in your lungs.
Lindsey: Ah, but cancer is forever.
Me: *giggles madly* (starts humming the DeBeers diamond song) And then, you can have a silouhette with, like, a lump....
Lindsey: *can't breathe*
Dad: (to Mom) Aren't we so glad they went to yoga tonight?
Me: But I have oxygen in my brain. It's very exciting. Aren't you excited?
Mom: *snarky sideways look, with excellent use of eyebrows*
Ah, dinner discussions. My family takes them to whole new levels of randomness.
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On the plus side, I'm coping well with sleep deprivation, and I finally have a list of colleges I'm applying to. Homecoming pictures will also be scanned and available to my flist as soon as I get them developed. I had a red vintage dress that was very sassy and fun, and I cut my hair to mid-neck.
I'm not thinking about the election. I'm not worrying and losing sleep. I'm not thinking about the 4 hours of campaign volunteering I still need to do sometime between now and Nov. 2, while writing several papers and going to Houston and RenFest. *smacks self* Most definitely am not worrying about my total lack of life and love interest.
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A Conversation Following Yoga, Between Myself and the Evil Twin, While Severely Whacked Out On Endorphins and Blood Oxygen:
Dad: Okay, so we're getting breakfast tacos for dinner. And ya'll can have some fruit, so it's remotely healthy. I think we have some bananas.
Me: Bananas with breakfast tacos? You really have no taste buds, do you?
Lindsey: It's the cigarettes.
Me: Ya know, those grow back in a couple of days, or a week, after you stop smoking. Same thing with the cilia in your lungs.
Lindsey: Ah, but cancer is forever.
Me: *giggles madly* (starts humming the DeBeers diamond song) And then, you can have a silouhette with, like, a lump....
Lindsey: *can't breathe*
Dad: (to Mom) Aren't we so glad they went to yoga tonight?
Me: But I have oxygen in my brain. It's very exciting. Aren't you excited?
Mom: *snarky sideways look, with excellent use of eyebrows*
Ah, dinner discussions. My family takes them to whole new levels of randomness.
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Explaination: My MSN messenger message to Sarah about Colin Farrel's Fametracker thread.
My school did 12th Night last year, but it was in an outdoor tent in December (it was actually pretty f'ing awesome) but a huge storm hit right in the middle of the play, and I didnt hear a thing that was said after Act I. But the guy who did the play did his own, sort of modernistic interpretation and it was cool. It was set in the past, but they were doing keg stands. That's college drama programs for you.
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Our Twelfth Night was so much fun, because they set it around WWII (I think; there was supposed to be a PT boat involved in the shipwreck, but us tech people didn't finish painting it in time *shameface*), and Viola (Mary! I love her so!) and Sebastian were the children of an oil tycoon and had heavy Texas accents. Which was funny because we ARE Texans and none of us have accents, so they faked it (and very well, of course). Sir Anthony entered to the theme of "I'm Too Sexy," and had a hysterical silver-blonde wig that looked like a pom-pom. Almost everyone was great (Malvolio and Sir Toby was especially fabulous). Plus, they added "Rory the Juggler" who had no lines, but played around with Feste the clown during scene changes to keep us amused. I especially enjoyed their juggling-ball fight.