Another Sunday In The Park With George

I got home at 10:45pm -- and my father didn't care. He apparantly does not remember that my rehearsal got out at 8pm, nor did he question what I was doing between the hours of 8pm and 10:25pm. I'm glad I didn't prepare an elaborate excuse, it's always such a shame to concoct one, and never use it.After rehearsal, I was on the verge of another crash, and in much need of a break. All that being chased around by Bascom was enough to make anyone exhausted. Just ask Amalia, who complained freely. Out of frustration, I ended up explaining that I have CFIDS to her -- explain may have a slightly more generous connotation. I wasn't particularly nice. At any rate, this got *zero* reaction from Amalia, but sympathetic eyebrow raises from Bascom. Life is all about reactions.As I was walking back to my car, I saw Spencer sitting in the French room. As I hadn't spoken to him in quite a while, I decided to knock on the door and say hello. "Hello" morphed into two and a half hour conversation. Funny how times flies, not to mention that he was supposed to be back in his dorm by 10. I can barely remember what we talked about now. It wasn't smalltalk, but it wasn't anything deeply intellectual, either. We kvetched about Lyuda (whom I dislike greatly), and discussed the amusement factor behind whale-watching tourists in Newburyport. Spencer does not have the "typical" Freshman attitude (epitomized by, say, Lyuda). I find it amazingly refreshing to be around Freshman that don't make me cringe.I declared war on Toby this morning, although submitted my message proclaiming surrender this afternoon. It was a bloodless, shortlived war, that lacked even wit. Rachel Hirsch would flunk me for less than that [in Civil War]. Well, 'twas amusing while it lasted.I plan on raiding my brother's room tomorrow morning, to find a hat. I wore Morgan's hat throughout rehearsal this evening, and was reminded of how much I enjoy wearing hats. I used to wear hats constantly -- I had the worst hat-hair imaginable, not quite as extreme as my sister's. Me thinks one of his Bruins hats shall suffice.Dinner at Bertucci's was... interesting. Jacquie, Amy, Joel, Morgan, Evan, and I attended the gala event. I drove Evan solo the way there, a rather awkward venture, so I claimed Amy, Joel, and Morgan for the ride back. The majority of our dinner conversation shifted toward the gutter-whore nature of Amy. Honestly, Amy, nobody expects it within you, it comes as such a shock. I'll see if I can recover that letter you wrote me about David Hyson.Tomorrow feels like the last day of the mod. I wish! Two and a half more weeks to go, and I have much work to complete. I have a presentation in Latin American History tomorrow, etc., etc., etc. Greta and I have a creative plan. We are attempting to show up Lexy, but crazy rehearsal schedules make it difficult. She had to rehearse Pocket Players all through lunch, and I had rehearsal for "Once Upon a Mattress" all afternoon and evening. Convenient, really. Still, we came up with a decent battle plan. Greta talks! It is a miracle!I also have many adventurous plans for the weekend. Well, that's a slight exaggeration. I have a singular adventuruous plan for the weekend. I'm thinking about.. maybe... sleeping. I might leave the house, too. Friday is Caroline's birthday - she's hitting double digits. My, they grow up so quickly.I'm not making sense anymore. I took some pills to try and "make things better," but that always ends up in disaster. *sigh* Maybe tomorrow things will be better.~Jenn