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I think my mom overestimates my abilities. Paraphrased to the best of my knowledge.

Mom: Dee had a revelation in regard to her movie. She’s thinking of making it totally or partway-animated.

Me: Nifty.

Mom: So I told her that because you have such an interest in art–

Me: I can’t do animation.

Mom: Well, I know that, but I thought that if you spent some time with some of the animators, you could pick up a few things.

Me: ::stares:: People study animation in college for years before they’re capable to doing anything movie-quality.

Mom: Well, you could give it a try.

Me: ::continues to stare:: Maybe if they were doing digitally enhanced rotoscope like Waking Life, I could manage something decent, but–

Mom: Great! I’ll tell Dee.

Me: Wha?

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Saw “tick, tick… Boom” at the Majestic. Good schtuff! ::beams:: And Matt posted a description of last night’s events, which is far more amusing than my version (especially the description of Marcelina — I’m surprised you didn’t mention her obsession with Weebl and Bob), which you can all view here.

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Winter Formal. It wasn’t as fun as Homecoming, but I still enjoyed myself. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to get the key from Carolyn, so I wasn’t able to take everyone across the street to my photography show, which was disappointing, but oh well. My friends have realized how important this was to me, so they’ve resolved to find a time where we can all check it out. Yay.

We all met at Hockaday, but Matt and I had to leave for the restaurant earlier, as he was forbidden by his parents from driving on any highways. I figured out how to get us to the restaurant without use of maps, using my Mad Directional Skillz, and we ended up arriving at almost the same time as the others, despite the others leaving about 10 minutes after us. Hurrah for averaging 35 mph!

Anyway, the food was good, and was brought by intelligible waiters that used slightly worrying phrases such as “If any of you gentlemen are craving a meaty dish.” I have no idea how they managed to run up the bill so high on us, as we each ended up having to pay $54, when our entrees each cost about $15. I know the gratuity would be sky-high, and the appetizers and deserts probably contributed, but it seems rather exhorbitant to me. Matt tried to pay for me, but he didn’t bring a credit card, so I assured him that he got Chivalry Points anyway.

Then we were off to the Info Mart, which does not sound like the venue for a school dance, and more like a computer store. We milled about, fraternizing with various people, and generally reiterating the exact same conversation 20+ times.

All the linguistic finesse one requires to survive a Winter Formal:

“Hi, I’m _____.”

“This is _____.”

“You look so pretty!”

Grk. But we ran into Ira, the Moldovan girl in my AP Physics C and PE classes, and Matt and I talked to her about Zdob zi Zdub, the Moldovan band Matt’s Moldovan friend Xandu introduced us to. I told her I’d bring my CD to Physics class so that we could groove. T’was amusing.

Matt wasn’t feeling up to par, as he’s been sick most of last week, so we decided to skip the movie (TTT) and leave. I look forward to the next dance, where Matt and I will hopefully go in duct tape attire. Good stuff.

Snow update: Big flakes, now! And it’s sticking to the grass, sort of!

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IT’S SNOWING!!!! IN DALLAS!!!

It’s not necessarily sticking, but it’s snowing! ::spazzes and flails delightedly::

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::dances about, being evil::

Winter Formal is tonight, and the restaurant we’re going to is right across the street from the gallery building. I’m giong to ask them to open it up for us so all can see my show after dinner. Gravy, it’s good to be evil.

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Tonight was the opening for my photography show. I’m one of ten that exhibited. 12 prints. While I was bowled over by all the wonderful feedback I got, I was incredibly disappointed that so few of my friends came. Mrs. Yoshii–my current photography teacher–came, and my friend Erin Finley (another girl going to Penn) stopped by, but that was pretty much it. I’ve been squealing about this show in Advisory and most of my classes for the past week, but almost no one stopped by. Not Stephanie or Sagari, my photographer friends. Not Marcelina or Chungy, who were actually pictured in the show. No one from any of my classes but Erin.

I thought I had made it clear to them that it’s really difficult to gain access to the building, so the only real chance they’d get would be tonight. Apparently they had better things to do. ::alternates between seething and sulking::

I’m now exhausted, because I just spent the last three hours on my feet. Joy. But upon getting home, I read large portions of The Truth to my parents, which cheered me up immensely. I adore doing voices and sound effects for the recording imp. ::grins evilly::

Dialogue of the Day:

Me: Here — this is amusing. It’s Moldovan music.

*Mamaliga Mania*

Me: It’s a song about the Moldovan national dish.

Abilee: Can we listen to angry chick music now?

And that was my day.