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Yes, it's big and round and back in town!

Maybe I lied about the last part. Amazing Elastic Plastic is crazy... I guess that's where the similarity between us should end. Although I can touch my toes... w00t.

Anyway, I actually went out last night so I have something about which to write. Sure, I've had a life in the past few weeks... more of a life than usual, to tell the truth. But it's stuff that's either boring (AP-related) or stuff I don't feel like having on livejournal but can trust myself to remember anyway (illness, work stuff, grumbling about dance, sitting on sharp rocks, other things... hmm also boring to "outsiders", aka, not me or people I have bitten. In case you didn't know, I am a vampire spider werewolf mermaid and I hypnotize my prey, dragging them into my underwater lair to drown.) Yes.

So this is a reference point for March-April, in case I ever need to run a System Restore on myself.

Talked to Chloe while using an old ATM that beeped obnoxiously and had a tiny screen with green text. Printed receipt number 666.

I went to work, knowing Stan would be out. I wore jeans. (I felt like such a rebel, ha.) There weren't any tapes to transcribe and all the doors I can't unlock were locked (ruling out filing), so I could only do minimal minion-type work. I didn't even turn on the computer.

So after an hour of that, I walked with Josh to the square across from the bus station and Whole Foods, where there was live music. I had missed the trombone solo. Disgruntled old people got sprayed by the shell fountain water blowing in the wind. Weird people and small children danced. One tan man arrived on a bicycle and proceeded to wiggle his butt in tune to the music and pretend to play the harmonica. We went back after the movie and recognized some of the people in the crowd of adoring onlookers. It was slightly creepy, but still cool. The singer was still dancing. The dog was gone. All of the torches were lit. No correlation.

Then we met Hillary, Siyang, Jessica, Nina, and Austin at Hollywood 20, where we watched the masterpiece of modern cinema that is Scary Movie 4. Not the kind of movie I would have chosen, or enjoyed in different circumstances. The funniest part of it was that I had not seen Scary Movie 1, 2, or 3, Saw, The Skeleton Key, or the Grudge. I had, however, seen The Village and War of the Worlds, so I wasn't totally lost. Otherwise there were a lot of random collisions and other blunt traumas, potty humor, humping, Bush-bashing, and other lowbrow forms of humor. What made the movie for me, though, was "Tom Cruise" jumping on Oprah's couch. (It was the "real" Oprah.) I don't know why, but that was somehow delightful.

What made the night, however, happened afterward. We were walking around criticizing "normal" teen culture, the bricklayers who paved the entry, Amanda Bynes and all kinds of other (not so) fun things. And here is the customary gap of vagueness to temper the overall sentimentality of the entry.

In any case, when I sat down in my car to go to dance this morning, I discovered a light dusting of sparkly scraps on various surfaces and smiled broadly. The sand makes me smile as well. Maybe I won't clean my car for a while. (I promise I'll get to it eventually, *ahem*, myself.)

I hate flaling asleep too. Mary?

Anyway, tomorrow is the Day of Chicks and Bunnies and my family isn't really celebrating. I wish we would have at least dyed eggs. It seems boring, but for some reason I want to do it. I also want to go on an egg hunt, but I'm at least six years past my egg-hunting prime. It's sad, really... haha. Oh yeah, and about 1973 years ago, Jesus of Nazareth came back as a zombie or something. I have to make one of my biannual courtesy visits to the grand emporium of moral instruction that is Saint Patrick's Catholic Church.

Then we're going to the Golden Corral in Bradenton to pay our respects to the African-American community's colorful bright or pastel Easter costumes, which for some women includes large decorative hats. You remember when we made Paul wear those yellow pants? Chances are I'll see a lot of those. Also, we will eat.

Oh and today? Dance. Blah. I like carrot cake. While shopping for various important manly repair-type items, my dad bought me a new LED keychain. Pink. Then we watched Narnia. Meh.

Mmkay, so I'm alive and stuff.
Err. You're disturbing my electron cloud.