quick correction

follies was real real fun. i only tried to quit to see if kate would freak out, and she did. she yelled at me in the makeup room, but i think she knew i was kidding, in which case, she was kidding too.

i went from wearing bright red lipstick and a short dress to gay clothes and facial hair.

the seniors did their shpiels. some of 'em cried... of course. betsy: "next year, you'll be a senior, and we'll have to cry about it." me: "yeah. let's not think about that."

kyra and i made our showly cake. this one just said "nipple." we're getting less and less creative. i dropped the fork i was using to feed everyone, so they had no choice but to dig in with their faces. and i had no choice but to cake many, if not all, of those faces.

then i showered in the sink with baby shampoo.

amblah and i ran to the lighthouse again.

at perkins, i started crying without even knowing it because someone brought up my brother moving out. i was full of energy and eating friendship pie and i really didn't mean to.
i-forgot-who: "carly, are you crying?"
me: "i don't knoooow!" but i was. my right eye, at least. and i hid my face under the table until i could sit back up again.

then k-bot, f-dog, and i roamed around town til 1 and called it a night.