"I'm a little short this morning!" "No shorter than yesterday! Unless I've grown..."

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Updating journal because Obaa told me to ages ago, and I never listened. Well, here it is now. Be happy.

These past few weeks have been hectic beyond belief. We got a lot of snow days, which pushed everything behind, and now it seems like everyone is just rushing to catch up. School is crazy, and I don't understand anything that's going on in math. But I'm making a cool thing of Danny's head in sculpture!

Urinetown rehearsals have been nonstop, but they're exciting! It's going to be a great show (WAY better than Grease, no doubt about it, in every way). I'm not the worst one in the pit, but I do have to play constantly, so my chops die the earliest. It's all good, though, I love the experience. Not to mention, Kim and I are havin' a party back there. "I'm cheesed off, mate!"

Everyone, and I mean everyone, should come see it. Buy your tickets early, you never know. Of course, it's probably not going to be a sell-out show, like last year. (Just because the title has to do with perfectly normal bodily functions that aren't even gross. If it was called "Shitville," I think would understand the problem.) But anyway, come.

In other news, I feel sullied and unusual.

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Tell all the people, tell them the time is always now.
Tell them to fight for what they know is right.
I've lost my sense of sight, and yet I see them.
I see them standing hand in hand, and cheek to cheek, and gland to gland.
There still is hope, I see it in this land.
If only...