Today was relatively boring. I'm going to dinner with my father and then we're going to partake in our annual ritual where he gives me money in the amount of years since I was born. Nineteen dollars this year. Exciting, exciting. Which reminds me... I found out yesterday that the inevitable happened. Eric (from Guerilla, not from FMLA) has Frank Powell for his FOI professor. To me, this connotates some kind of intangible doom (probably the collision of my familial and public spheres) that there's not really any point in actually worrying about.
I had lunch with Michelle, who says that Footloose is actually somewhat resembling a show. For those of you in tremendous pain right now, hang in there, it'll be over soon. If it helps, just keep telling yourself, "It's just high school theatre," or alternatively, "It's just a curtain." I'll be there with Dan and Seth and probably others on Friday night.
Wednesday: Dinner with Frank, Baking at Home-home.
Thursday: Dinner with Moms, Partying with Dan and Feminists.
Friday: Footloose @ U-High.
Saturday: Dan & Kellie Perform @ Theatre of Ted.
Sunday: The Tempest @ ISU.
A busy weekend. And I've got to fit writing a five-page paper on prayer in public schools in there somewhere... ::smiles giddily::
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