One of my best friends is a photographer. This means that she sometimes asks me to model for photoshoots for her. I've been a flower child, a zombie girl, a Muslim woman and a woman from the 1800s for her. Tonight, I was a raccoon.
I'm not exactly sure what this theme was, but we played around with lamps in my family room and she dressed me up in her clothes and lacey-thing-that-goes-on-your-head. I always feel silly when I model for her, because I make the most ridiculous faces and have the most absurd poses.
Today I read a letter/essay that my friend Tim's stalker had given to him. His stalker is in eighth grade, is completely obsessed with him, and cannot take a hint. Tim is the nicest guy I know, and completely ignores her and makes it perfectly obvious how much he is not interested in her. But she doesn't see it. The letter/essay detailed what he had worn on various occasions, his standardized test scores, which she memorized, and mannerisms that he only has when trying to send a "not interested" message to overly aggressive eighth graders. It was rather hilarious.
Pit orchestra rehearsals for Jekyll and Hyde start tomorrow, so I should probably at least look at the music. Yikes.
Also, I have a date with a boy on Friday. I'll call him Merlin. We'll see how that goes.
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