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I'd say "Where on Earth have all my words gone?" since I've apparently not updated all that much this weekend, but honestly, I think it's because...well...I haven't updated all that much this weekend.

Sostuff. Friday night was the first (hopefully annual) Lesley Drag Show. I dressed up, kinda less as Erik, and more a dashing young gentleman with a fabulous moustache. Recited V's monologue, because Josh told me I couldn't take my pants off onstage (it was no pants day!) and I have no other performable talents.

I got polite applause, but being as I wasn't being fagadacious, not a whole lot else. Which is okay. The winner was this boy who looked like a girl, was using his own hair, and waxed his chest in order to squeeze into the little purple dress he was wearing. He is far more butch than I'll ever be about my femininity.

I wandered home, stripped off the ace bandages (possibly with a triumphant sigh) and flopped onto the computer for a bit. Lauren walks into the room, and hands me her phone. "It's Josh. He says you left your phone at the drag show."

This was completely true, so I dashed off to the quad to retrieve it. What was meant to be a five minute mission turned into an hours conversation with the beautiful Annika, eventually involving me following her home, where we chatted with a bunch of random people in her lounge. Little Gay Erik ran off to put in Life of Brian, and I, remembering that I hadn't bothered to put up an away message or anything, ran home to grab my computer and my towel and came back.

Curled up on the floor between Annika and Erik, I managed to stay awake through the corporate pirates. Considering that the night prior I hadn't slept in the slightest, I was not shocked to wake up at seven, still on the floor in a nest of blankets, curled up with Annika.

I removed my glasses, put my computer in a less "STEAL ME!" obvious place, and conked back out on the floor for another few hours. We got up around eleven, got breakfast, chatted, and eventually went our separate ways...

(To be continued.)

~Sor
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( And in the meantime, pictures! )

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I...just don't even know what to say.

Beyond "I had really better get some coloured gels and some goggle frames and use all these damn lenses"

But yeah.


Three pairs of glasses broken in less than three hundred sixty five days.

Thank god I still have my sunglasses. Thank god I'll be back in Maryland in a week. But seriously, fates? This is *not fucking funny* anymore.

~Sor
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