Thursday
Happy birthday, Brandon!
So, my friend Kevin and I were in gym together. He was a goofball, and both of us enjoyed screwing around in class. (When we were in circuit training the two of us did a lot of stage combat -- until I accidentally kicked him in the face when I was only supposed to fake kick him in the face, and scratched his cornea. I still feel bad.) At this point, the weather was nice enough that we were outside playing volleyball. Kevin kept saying "Poop!" when he missed a serve or bump or whatever, and our gym teacher yelled at him to stop. Kevin protested, and Coach snapped back at him, "Don't bullshit me, your language is inappropriate." Classic.
Friday
This was the first of two nights of performances for my experimental theatre production. It went "great," as I note near my thumb. Nikki came to see it, which was quite an ordeal since she lived in Palatine and didn't drive, and wrote a very girly note afterward. Yep, I asked her out. It was a little weird introducing her to all my friends at Yvette's, the coffeeshop we all hung out at. Should have been a sign.
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