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Damn skippy.

Anyway. Long weekend.

The wedding: hectic, but in the end, it was pulled off. I sight read three songs in the middle of the ceremony, and the German song, 'Bist Du Bei Mir' (Bach) was totally not in the key it was supposed to be in. I only got some of the lower notes because I'm still coming off the neverending cold.

Highlight of the night: Mike, Mark, and Charlie doing a very risque version of 'YMCA' onstage at the reception. See... Mike went as my date, so nobody outside of my immediate family knows him. So when they saw this gangly white boy boppin' like a muppet, there was much laughing. Mark has officially adopted him into the Allen boyfriends and husbands club. Requirements: bad dancing at all wedding receptions and family functions. And thank the lord- someone got it on tape. I just watched in horrified shock.

Last week of school before I go home for the summer. Translation: very little internet access. Meep.

But at least I won't miss Mike as much. I hate that few seconds before he walks out the door when he drops me back off at school, and I know I won't get to see him, and our phonecall goodnights usually consist of "How was your day?" "...." and the actual goodnight. I get terribly maudlin and the walk back to my room is always a very long one. I got spoiled with a very cuddly Sunday morning. I want every day to start like that... but that's just not something that's gonna happen anytime soon. Meh.

So... tomorrow. Psych paper (bad me), learn jury music, CWI update, dyeing hair bright red (woohoo! No more blonde roots!), work on new layout of Dulcissime (V 2.0- Sunday Morning).

And Heather should call me. Mmm hmm. She should.