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oh, nationals. how do i love thee? let me count the ways...

theater people are some of my favorite kind of people.

they're

crazy
confident
loud
funny
gossipy
outgoing
moody
obsessive
versitile
egocentric
fun
aritistic
original
narcissistic
pouty
over-sensitive
bipolar
social
accepting
elitist
attention-seeking
friendly
cliquey
entertaining
creative
intense
grating
colorful
whiny
interesting
critical
energetic

fools.

it's a good thing nationals isn't every day or we'd kill each other.
but since it isn't, nationals is the culminating event of the year; the grand finale and final goodbye to our departing brethren

it's a week-long non-stop celebration of everything theater

it's heaven

it's nationals

~~~~~

[added note] i was recognizable this year!
and i was recognized!
AND congratulated!
made me feel fuzzy inside ::indicates apparent fuzziness in pancreas region::

[also: for meg] i talked to Hot Guy and he congratulated me on my performance! and when i complimented his toga he gave me a hug. aren't you proud?

now. through with exclamation marks. am not dancing.
will dance when i've recovered from not sleeping or eating anything of substance for a week

~~~~~

and delant�'s farewell speech was beautiful

and now the torch, and accompanying song, has been passed

can i handle it?

we shall see


The current mood of bratnatch at www.imood.com
FIN. 12:12 a.m., Sunday, Jun. 29, 2003

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