Blackbird singin' in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly

[peace_weasel]

Hmm...I've posted more entries to my livejournal in the past week than I have in the past six months.
Play practise today was actually good. I've finally got my character down. I was able to sit on Drew without making it obvious I know he's there. I need more volume, but that is much easier than, say, changing my character completely, which is what

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[peace_weasel]

Wow...I didn't realize I'd written so much!

[phlogiston9000]

You did not have the coolest beard, because I have the coolest beard.

On a more serious note, I think it sucks that girls have to deal with men staring at them like they're big macs.

[peace_weasel]

Hmmm...as your would-be stalker, I should probably know whether your beard is indeed cooler than mine was, but I won't make an issue out of it.
Ironically, I was eating a big mac yesterday when they were talking to me.

[chem_nerd]

Ack, sleazy guys with bad pickup lines! Not good! You should sick Dad o them, though I don't suppose he was around.

Do I want to ask what Spiritual Emphasis Week is?

*Note to self: write fic shipping Meg and Monkees*

Dickson SERIOUSLY said America has never gone to war with Canada? What was he thinking? Did the War of 1812 not exist? To quote the Arrogant Worms:
"And the White House burned, burned, burned, and we're the ones that did it! It burned, burned, burned, and we weren't even sad! And the Americans ran and cried like a bunch of little babies, waaah, waaah, waaaaaah....in the War of 1812!"

[peace_weasel]

No, Dad was not around. The reason I was at the food court in the first place was because I'd had late practise and was grabbing dinner on the way home. And please do write that fic shipping me and the Monkees! I'm very curious as to how it'd turn out...