July 25th, 2006

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Today has been kind of strange. They didn't show 8 Simple Rules today because they were showing sports. This is part of why we hate sports. But it was just as well, because the half hour before 8 Simple Rules would have been on was time that should have been spent working, but instead was spent ranting about people and their crazy misconceptions.

Last night was an interesting FHE. They decided to do a bunch of improv games, so we decided to go hide until everyone was in set groups, because we didn't want to do it. It's our perfectionism, really, because we're not confident we can do the improv right. For example, they did the dating game game, and one guy was supposed to be a werewolf. Neither of us could really have done the werewolf thing very well. But another person was supposed to be Peter Pan, and we both felt that we could have portrayed Peter Pan better.

For example, when asked his favorite band (well, her, since it was a girl playing him) she couldn't think of anything, so we kept whispering, "The Lost Boys! The Lost Boys!" The girl asking questions caught on and asked if he was friends with Peter Pan. She said no, probably thinking that because she is Peter, she's not friends with Peter. But in our minds, Peter would say, "Are you kidding? He's my best friend!" And then, if you want to add a hint so as not to confuse the person asking questions, add, "Quiet, Tink! You'll give it away!"

Of course, having opted not to play the games, we don't have a right to complain. But I think it's alright to give a critique, with hints on how to make it better. Especially because one of the girls in charge found us and made us official judges, which we weren't really, but it was a nice sentiment.

When we got home, there was a plate of cookies waiting for us on our doorstep. There was a note with it, so we would know they weren't from a crazy person trying to kill us. Thinking about it, that's good to know, because one time we got a mysterious phone call from a guy who, if I remember correctly, said he was with the police (I thought he was asking for donations) and then said that for my safety, the call might be monitored. Then he got cut off. But we're always happy to get cookies, especially on days like yesterday when we were feeling sad and unloved for various reasons that I won't go into right now.

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And that's it for now. Today I'm thankful for the 3 Musketeers who gave us cookies, having convinced Mom to see Cars (or at least to give us money so we can), Riku's theme music, getting new work orders, and Whose Line is it Anyway?