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I cannot be the only one who's noticed that Summer Glau looks a lot like Catherine Zeta Jones. Really truly.
In other news, Almond M&Ms are possibly the best candy ever--why have I not eaten them before?
In still other news, I love my one-act director & I love my scene, though there is one line ("People are lonely. They need reassurance.") that she wants me to say really flirty and cutsey and for some reason I have a hard time making myself do it, literally. It's weird. But really, it's such a fabulous scene. I get to be flirty and coy and angry and desperate and pleased all in the space of about five minutes. I love theater! Hurrah!
In news the fourth, neither midterm slayed me--I think both went fairly well. My hand really, really hurt though, after spending approximately two and a half hours straight writing. Or maybe more than that, I'm not sure. Afterwards Erin and I went to find Dr. Kangas to talk to him about History 200 next quarter (it's a big beaurocratic mess) and kept making jokes about "illegal deals" to get us into the class (y'all needn't worry, it's perfectly over-the-table), and making him all uncomfortable and "girls, it's not illegal!"-like. It was wonderful. I love that man.
In news the fifth, I should probably brush my hair before I go to work, and maybe dry it. And oh yeah, put on a shirt too. Gotta love afternoon showers.
In other news, Almond M&Ms are possibly the best candy ever--why have I not eaten them before?
In still other news, I love my one-act director & I love my scene, though there is one line ("People are lonely. They need reassurance.") that she wants me to say really flirty and cutsey and for some reason I have a hard time making myself do it, literally. It's weird. But really, it's such a fabulous scene. I get to be flirty and coy and angry and desperate and pleased all in the space of about five minutes. I love theater! Hurrah!
In news the fourth, neither midterm slayed me--I think both went fairly well. My hand really, really hurt though, after spending approximately two and a half hours straight writing. Or maybe more than that, I'm not sure. Afterwards Erin and I went to find Dr. Kangas to talk to him about History 200 next quarter (it's a big beaurocratic mess) and kept making jokes about "illegal deals" to get us into the class (y'all needn't worry, it's perfectly over-the-table), and making him all uncomfortable and "girls, it's not illegal!"-like. It was wonderful. I love that man.
In news the fifth, I should probably brush my hair before I go to work, and maybe dry it. And oh yeah, put on a shirt too. Gotta love afternoon showers.
