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    <title>mote8 @ 2006-02-09T20:13:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-10T02:16:36Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Oklahoma!&lt;/i&gt;.  *melts*  I love you, Hugh Jackman.  I love you, I love you, I love you.  Those songs never fail to actually tranform my innards into warm goo.  The delightful person who had checked OK! out before me returned it early.  I love that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs off to watch more*</content>
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    <title>mote8 @ 2006-02-06T20:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-07T02:33:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-07T02:35:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Am very very bored.  And scared.  Being inundated with homework (especially mathy homework) stinks.  Tomorrow will be scary.  Number one, I'm getting fitted for my B and the B costume.  Number two, the AP Chem class has an after-school lab, which is pure torture.  Ick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College scares the living daylights out of me...as does everything connected with it (i.e. FAFSA, scholarships, my high school counselor...).  My mother's anxiety-filled rants do NOT help.   Am seriously considering dropping out of high school, obtaining a GED, and working at Kroger.  Yes, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...my...gosh...I LOVE &lt;i&gt;Oklahoma!&lt;/i&gt; the musical!  It makes me so so happy. Whenever I hear Gordon MacRae's voice, my college worries melt away.  I have the DVD version with Hugh Jackman on hold at the library, and I'm veritably wild with anticipation.  Feb. 10 cannot come too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, a male friend of mine is helping me plan a Buffy watch-a-thon this weekend.  Am very excited about this as well.  Today he explained to me what it was like when new episodes of Buffy still came on. When Buffy moved to UPN (a channel he didn't have) he used a very funny aluminum-covered antenna to get a very weak signal.  He claims he was holding it up the entire time &lt;i&gt;Once More With Feeling&lt;/i&gt; aired so the blurry picture wouldn't black out entirely.  He amuses me.</content>
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    <title>mote8 @ 2006-01-30T16:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-30T22:14:44Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Very dull day at school.  Got egg babies in Psychology...I was one of two students to get saddled with twins: a boy which I've dubbed Connor Gabriel (Gabe for short) and a girl I've christened Elizabeth Grace (Grace for all intents and purposes).  I hope they don't have alien-esque things growing beneath their seemingly so innocently white, hard-boiled shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were talking about prom incessantly today during Study Hall.  Made me want to scream.  Prom is evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched that one episode of Buffy today...can't recall if it's called Out of My Mind or Out of My Head. There's this really annoying girl who gravitates toward Mrs. C's room at lunch and irritatingly interjects, "Guh, I hate Spike. Angel's hot...I miss Angel," and similar annoying...interjections.  Everyone seemed to find my ability to recount Spike's exact words during his whole Buffy-dream-sequency thing amusing.  This is a plus.  Possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.</content>
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    <title>mote8 @ 2006-01-27T21:33:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-28T03:42:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-28T03:51:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Don't really see the point of this journal, as my life is the height of dull.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, weird day today.  Cast list for Beauty and the Beast came out.  Ash, Woody, MM, and I went to eat at Country Mart at an indecently early time...it was gross...in an attempt to prepare ourselves for 'the dreadful news.'  Brian got up on the stage at the FAC and READ OUT the cast list.  He went from least important character up...he got to 'Chip' and when my name directly succeeded it, I kind of smiled and felt happy but didn't flip out in any way whatsoever.  Then he got to the thing everybody'd been waiting for: Belle, obviously.  Ash is Belle. Crazily enough, there is a catch to that seemingly so simple and straightforward statement.  Becky is also Belle.  They have to share the role!  I know, sheer madness.  Lots of emotions running through everybody at this news.  But I know they will both do awesome jobs (and it’s not simply my loyalty to Ash talking when I say that she’s going to rock out loud) and hopefully it will all go down with out too many hitches.  Mr. Gunter (my thirty-something ex-French teacher) is Gaston!  The unending weirdness of it still flummoxes me, even now, hours later.  I mean...it’s just strange.  Everyone thinks so.  But I think he’s loud enough - and flamboyant enough - to do a dead-on portrayal of the guy everybody loves to hate.  The so-called "politics" of casting was a big issue today.  I prefer not to think about it.  If we all work toward the lovely commutative goal of making an awesome show, the utter bizarreness of our cast won’t be apparent to our audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Brian, I was a shoe-in for Chip.  Very cool.  This is gonna be one weird play.  Our musical director, Willie, is CRAZY, and the very idea of Mr. Gunter belting out "Me" and "Gaston" is just...mind-boggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a BtVS note, I've been bringing my Season Five DVDs to school for people (who are interested) to watch during lunch in Mrs. C's room.  I'm quite amazed at the turnout, and I've apparently hooked Mrs. Cooper on Buffy for life.  I bounded up to her today during AP Lit and demanded, "Who's your favorite?" and was very happy to hear, "Spike."  Mrs. Cooper is a wise, intuitive woman who &lt;i&gt;knows&lt;/i&gt;.  Definitely my favorite teacher EVER.  I still remember her very reassuring hug from last Friday.  I was sick that day and came to school just to turn in a couple of Creative Writing assignments.  I was in tears because I met Matt in the parking lot...and broke the news that I was too sick to attend Homecoming.  I just kind of burst into tears in front of Mrs. C and she was all sympathy.  Very wonderful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I suppose I've rambled long enough.</content>
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