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frickin frick

frickin blizzard.

::ghetto:: allz i gots to say izzat we best be snowed in fo weeks!

they dangled the states carrot and we went for a day but then we had to go home b/c of the impending blizzard. the impending blizzard that didn't happen.
::looks outside:: well it might be happening now.
but that's beside the point. we still have to finish states next week, in effect screwing everyone who has all-state chorus that saturday out of the full fantab states experience.
and we'll miss the snow ball.

frickin blizzard.

states itself, of course, was abfab. i mean, it's states. a two-day long celebration of everything theater. there's no other way to describe it.
::dances about in states-induced high::
we get to do it again next week. man our voices are gonna be flopped over and dead. but it still sucks because we don't get the *full* states experience and those that won't be there b/c of all states chorus, well, won't be there.

grr. that's all there is to it.
grr.


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FIN. 2:27 p.m., Saturday, Feb. 15, 2003

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