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Heeeeeero Never, ever, ever, ceases to amaze me that people, en masse, have no sense of rhythm. And I, after 11:30 at night, have no sense of spelling, so you may need to just ignore some things. I went to see a musical, or "Rock Opera," entitled "Hero." It was about Jesus being in today's world. It was pretty good. Very, um, "creative" names. Petriff instead of Peter. Jude, instead of Judas. Devlin, instead of the Devil, it's ... well, y'know. The music was good, but when they tried to act, gag me with a feather and call me horse poo, you know? Of course you do. Just nod and say okay. Today was a pretty good day. I'm making all A's in my classes, which is definitely of the good, and, um, it was just cool. That and I did no work in any of the classes, and got free cupcakes. Yay! The cousin is over once again, and you know what that means! Wine-tasting! YAY! Gah. I hate when she comes over. I hate her. She's like a 10 year old in a 21 year old's body. If that much. I know for a fact that I'm smarter than she is. It's just not cool to be around her. I actually feel my IQ lowering when I'm around her. But anyway, she's over, spending the night because we took her to that musical thing. Because dad was desperate to give the extra ticket to SOMEBODY. (Thanks Linz, no really, thanks. Just kidding. Sorta.) Oi. Anyway, I'm in an alright mood. Besides being tired. If you get a chance to see Hero, and you care, ya might wanna give it a shot. There's no fat ladies or anything... except for Jesus' mom. But hey, you know... if you had 9 other children after your firstborn, you might be a little big too. Tcha! <-Ghost-> |
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