Tuesday, April 19, 2005

There is a very small, very obsessed M*A*S*H fanbase out there, and none of them are obsessed with Col. Flagg, which renders me sad. And if you've ever seen a Col. Flagg episode, you'll understand my sorrow.
I am overjoyed to see that I and my sister are not the only people left in horror by the destruction of HHGttG that is painfully evident from having seen the 2 TV spots once and a half.

The feeling these spots give me in relation to the feeling I once had of, "Ooh, a movie?" is remarkably similar to the feeling of searching for a Col. Flagg fansite and finding that while other M*A*S*H fans love him, they are wasting their time being obsessed with Trapper John.

Because Col. Flagg rocks my socks. There is nothing cooler than Flagg, unless it's Charles besting Flagg.

So ... Tea's birthday began with the charming line, "Let's open presents!" This is, of course, about 12 hours before said opening happened, so the plea was repeated endlessly.

Birthdays stress me out. I'm so glad mine is over the summer, because it spares me the, "Oh! It's your birthday! Let us fawn over you!" that my deranged friends do for each other because they're the types who get all, "My birthday! You must be nice! Life must be fantastic! Obey my whims!" on you.

Though I guess my birthday will be awkward this year, since my old set and I used to always get together and have a sleepover, but we haven't celebrated the last two birthdays yet, and we haven't talked a lot, and that was always our regroup for the upcoming school year meeting. And I feel uncomfortable with having people over, so I couldn't have my now closer friends over.

I hate the part when friends drift away. I mean, it's like, we held together through middle school, then in high school, I made friends with the marching band (which means that they consider you okay and don't think of you as a band poser), one joined tech crew, one got cool friends, one moved to Minnesota, and the only one I still talk to, I only talk to because though she's joined the athletic teams, she's also something of a band poser. But it's been months since I talked to the first two, a week since I talked to my friend in MN, and Saturday since I talked to my band friend. And I know we're pretty much done being friends the way we were in general, and I'm personally done being friends almost at all with the techie and the cool kid, but it hurts anyway. The other day, I was talking to a very close friend from band, and she said something about an acquaintance of mine and once very close friend of hers, something like, "I wish they'd give you notice before they drift away! I wish they'd tell you!" and I said something like, "They never do, you know," and I almost felt like crying. This school year has jsut been a year for this kind of crap.

In case anyone cared ... I found out what happened at school, and it's a doosie. The air exchanger on the roof for the auditorium had a fire, found by the guy who changes the filter every six months (lucky he was there ...). He alerted the fire department, we got out, and we went home. So, the auditorium was all smoky, and they had to get cleaners. Through a fault in communication, they never heard that the walls in there contain asbestos. They scrubbed said walls, and the air quality people came in and went, "Whoa! Asbestos!" so they had to seal it off, and it'll be like a week before they can use the auditorium again. End result? Drama has taken over the band room.
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