Yesterday, I went to go see Marco Polo the musical, a local production of epic proportion. At one time, there was an entire choir, a quite large orchestra, background actors, leading actors, and occasionally interpretive dancers on the stage. It was surprisingly good. My school was giving away free tickets at the office, so I figured I may as well go, and Katie is holding me accountable for making her go. We had seats right in the middle of the third row on the floor, so we conveniently arrived two minutes after everything started. We stepped on several toes and irritated a large number of people. I spent a whole lot of time after that pondering whether the side burns and mutton chops on the actors were fake. I came to the conclusion that yes, they were.
Lately, my hatred of being the third wheel has grown. Immensely. It's not something I have to put up with every once in a while, it seems like it's every bloody day. Meh.
The biggest stoner in my class last year showed up at Sunday school today. I was pretty thrown off by that. I can't say I've come up with a conclusion of why he was there, yet.
I've been told on several occasions that I would make a good gargoyle. Possible career path? I think so.
Love,
-J-
P.S.- As my hair is no longer blond, I feel that my blog title needs an alteration. Any ideas?
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