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It has been brought to my attention that Chelsea has, in fact, seen A Hard Day's Night. We had a huge discussion about it yesterday, and it completely slipped my mind. It is Help! that she has not yet seen. I will correct this travesty as soon as is humanly possible.
(Cough cough.) Oh, excuse me. That's just me coughing up my innards. This has been going on for a while. I'm pretty sure I'm going to die in the next few days because of it, actually. In the past two days, I've started getting bright flashes of pain after each cough. I think I may be melting my brain with the intensity of my sickness. Ah well. Who needs one of those, anyway?
Oh! Right! So, last night, I went to see City of Angels with Chel, and a bunch of Morris kids (er... let's see if I can do this: Tina, Ryan, Lindsay, Alison, Katrina, Tiff, Connor, Vanessa and Mary. Wait, was Mary there, or did I just talk to her later?) It was a very good musical. It was set in the fourties (the fourties? or the thirties?), and it was about a writer trying to turn his novel into a screenplay, and his life was mirroring what was going on in the movie. It was so cool. It was an old detective novel, so the stage was separated in half, with the writer's half consisting of people wearing coloured costumes, and the other side depicting the movie/novel with everyone wearing black and white. It was so friggin' cool. Plus, the singing was spectacular, the acting was swell (a little clichéed, but that's kind of expected in these film noir types of things) (and they did have a few actors whose only purpose was to look funny), and I felt oh so happy upon leaving the theatre. And I'll be looking for a song called 'Funny' on Limewire later tonight. Hehehe.
Which brings me to my next bit of news: I got my computer back! Hoorah! I'm so happy to have it back. But I thing I spent about $80 to get it fixed (taxi there, taxi back, fee for labour, taxi there, taxi back...) which sucks. I'm so poor now. But I have my computer, and that is all that should matter.
Well, people, I've got to wrap this up now, seeing as how I'm supposed to be at Morris in about 20 minutes, and I haven't picked out what to wear (is anything clean?), and I look sickly and green. Remember how I told you last week that I wasn't going out anymore? Yeah, that was a complete lie. I'm sorry. Are you disappointed in me now? That's too bad...
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