9.3.2001
 
::fumes:: Rica!!! Lucky! Why can't I get people to stare at me with malicious(ly lusty) intent?

Did get the new pair of glasses... and I think I might actually wear this pair. It does look good on me. Even the lady who was adjusting them for me (who was an extreme FOB) said I looked cute.

Before that went to C's for a "band practice." Good and all except for two things: only two people from the band was there (bass and guitar), and I'm no longer part of the band. Did attempt to sing along on a few songs a la Steve Tyler including big lips, but all the songs they were covering were all about a half octave out of my range.

Afterwards ate b-day dinner at Buca for cousin's 18th and mom's 44th. Had about half of the tiramisu (read: equivalent of 1 cup of rum in the dessert) so right now I feel a bit giddy.

Saw possibly the second cutest guy working at the Mrs. Fields while sis got pecan fudge for dad. He was busy gathering the trashbags from the cans 'round. The whole time he was at it I heard Missy Elliot's "Hot Bois" with cut scenes like those found in Dark Angel's second to last episode last season. Sis later mentioned that she noticed I was being very quiet at that time.

It's very very hard for someone with grace to be stuck in a body like mine. Sure, I can dance if I really feel enthusiastic about it, but it always looks quite bizarre when I do. We'll leave it at that.

24 hour broadyway/showtune marathon. Shoot me Martha!

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