|added Sun March 30 2003 at 11:59 PM
Sorry, I'm a little slow updating. Basically, I had been really hoping that I'd have something real to write about. Sure, it's okay to write about my daily life every once in a while, but that gets boring. "JP woke up today, he went to class, and he came home. His teacher said something funny."
Nah, I would prefer to spend most of the time talking about STUFF. I dunno... just anything. I think starting tomorrow, if there's nothing cool to write about, I'll pick a random object on my desk and just start writing about it. Ahhh... pencils... the beauty of it all.
Anyway, I should keep true with the subject title (and the background picture) and tell all three of you about my Friday evening. I had talked with Merry (Packard) on Wednesday, cause we randomly saw each other, and she called me, and I asked her out for Friday. I brought her one of the flowers from Thursday's flower extravaganza. [side note... Merry was best friends with Carrie... I wonder if she realized it was Carrie's birthday on Thursday. I didn't specifically tell her, but I dunno] On Friday, we went to Archipelago. Amazing. Simply amazing. My rule for standing ovations: if I'm not one of the first ten people on my feet, then I don't stand. Period. End of discussion. I don't give in to the crowd. Reason why I explained the rule: I stood.
It was kind of weird, especially at the beginning... Modern plays generally are, though, so that was acceptable. In the end, though, it was incredibly powerful. The point of the play was to show the audience the horrors of concentration camps in Stalin's Russia. I think it might be going on for this week. If it is, then I HIGHLY recommend it.
okay... enough about the play. It was wonderful, I should've made an entry on my thoughts that evening, but I was lazy (JP's always lazy, eh). After the play, we went to the Cannon Center and got dessert at Kosmo's Konnection (She lives down in Heleman). She paid for the dessert using Dining Plus (meal plan money), but that was okay. It's not like it was real money, so it might as well have been her paying for it. At any rate, who cares who paid? We had a lovely time just chatting, about this, that, and the other. Talking about what's going on in her life right now. Talking about the guys back home... just stuff. It was good to see her again. I really should call her up more often. I guess I'm just inconsiderate. Nah... JP's just always lazy, eh?