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"is it just me, or does the anti-french thing strike anyone else like kicking a friend in the balls for not being willing to watch you beat the snot out of the retarded kid who carries a pen-knife?"

went to all my classes today, go me. slept during quant, though. it was boring. i have all the sound cues mixed together, i just need to burn them onto a cd. i've had a headache all day and i'm not sure why. i guess i'll try drinking more water, although i've already had a lot.

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there was a gas leak somewhere that was getting sucked into the theater air ducts, so we left at 12.15 and the rest of class was canceled around 12.35. we all sat in the dovecote, which is a new coffee/food place that just opened. i had potato corn chowder for lunch. my group went back in when they opened the doors and listened to our lighting music. everyone says the mixed song sounds good, but i need to see if i can cut the other song to a reasonable length still.

and now, because it's 20 minutes earlier than usual, i have time to nap.

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there are "tombstones" up beside the path on the way from templeton to lower campus, saying things like "rip nato", "rip iraqi children", "rip world peace", and "rip brave soldiers".
we talked about tom stoppard's "travesties" in drama today. the whole thing is very depressing but also kind of a relief... the play is set in zurich 1917, and talks about the relationship between art and politics, and dadaism. after the "if there's a protest in the forest, does it make a difference"/"if there's a protest on the streets of san francisco, does anyone care" comparison, i can see the point(lessness) of dadaism. nothing means anything, any given thing makes just as little sense as the next thing. why worry about protesting when it's obvious it won't make a speck of difference? you'll have more fun standing around shouting "dadadadadadada..." dadaists may be self-indulgent assholes, but that doesn't mean they're wrong.

now i'm late for a meeting. i'm not sure why we're meeting, since i don't have the song in a format where it can be played while we're doing lights, but whatever.

also i have "early one morning" stuck in my head. it's the song that was spike's "sleeper spy" trigger on buffy a month or two ago. pretty little folk song. :)
early one morning just as the sun was rising
i heard a young maid singing in the valley below
"oh, don't deceive me, oh, never leave me
how could you use a poor maiden so?"

onward and upward! upward and inward! god i want a nap.

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also i forgot to post this. meeting went well except that bridget didn't show up again. but i know what i'm doing, so i'll be running lights for it and bridget can just deal with us bitching to the teacher about how she didn't do any work. missed dinner so brad drove us to the bar&grill down the road. not a bad place as far as atmosphere goes, but my reuben was really crappy.