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Sooo... tired... i was up 17 hours yesterday. i'm so used to falling asleep at 12 and i have to wake up at 7 for improv. it just comes too close to school for me to not whine about it. improv is really awesome:

-we do a bunch of improv games, mostly. it's from 8:30-4 with an hour and a half for lunch/rec. The teachers are cool, and most kids are.
-We did trust building on tuesday! the thing that just kept on cycling through my head was emily falling out of that tree at wooddale when maren dropped her! team building at its finest. We did a blind trust walk, lifting a person all the way above our heads, having you fall blindly and the people in the circle making sure you don't actually fall. some of it was scary, but it was cool. this helped smear the dangerous "elite clique" line that was sort of forming.
-Today we made masks! Just the plaster part, the "victim" would put saran rap over the top part of their face, like just to the tip of your nose, and the applier would apply plaster and it took 20 minutes to harden. Some of the time i was was left there by mira (rawr) and had no idea where she was and ended up accidentally getting plaster on westley (what a great name). and when i wasn't attacking bystanders, mira was torturing me until i wanted to seriously maim her.

-Today we also did candlelight monologues. First we went through guided meditation in the black box and then with all the lights off one person at a time would sit up in front of the candle and tell about a time in their life when they had very intense emotion. i'm not going to actually tell the stories obviously, but oh my god. it really gives another dimension to people when you hear their stories. It was sooo sad what has happened to people, like really, it puts everything into perspective. very emo time. I always get the urge to hug people when I hear sad stories, as if that could make them happier or erase the things that happened. it can't. le sigh.

-lololol two words: Soulja Boy. (okay, one of those isn't even words) Somebody turned on soulja boy on their ipod and played it over the microphone. then... then... like everybody started doing "the soulja boy". like it was an epidemic! it was funny/sad at the same time. Then the next start of the song was all like "BAAAAAH ZAKENYA (blah blah blah i have no idea what they're saying)" like the start of Lion King so mira and I were getting so happy that there was actually going to be a wholesome song playing, and somehow it went terribly wrong! It turned into another stoopy rap song.

-So yeah, so far casualties minimum and uh... tiredness at maximum. I'm going to be a casualty if I don't go to sleep like now, i've already spilled a whole glass of ice water, misplaced a library book, ran into a door frame, spelled like 1/2 of these words wrong and named this sad excuse for a post "-.-" that is sad.

-Wait i guess I'm not done. Life lesson of the day: have confidence in yourself. you need all of it you can get. it's amazing what you can learn about people when you see a sizable amount of them for the first time in like a month. you can recognize patterns better. (wahaha, yes, people are experiment subjects.)

night yall.