Play-Doh dinosaurs.

'Lo there, comrades.
My life has been a bucket o' busy of late. Firstly, I got a part in my school's fall play, which, while very very very fun, has sucked me dry of any free time. For those of you who have heard of it, the play is called "Rumors", by Neil Simon, and is about 4 couples who go to another couple's dinner party, only to find the hostess MIA, and the host with a bullet hole in his ear-lobe. They try to figure out what happened, and various antics and shenanigans ensue. I play Claire, the boring, gossipy upper-class socialite. Fun stuff, man.
Secondly, I've been recruited into the marching band. I play the gong, crash cymbals, and occasionally the snare drum. It's very fun, except for the fact that I am small and weak and almost incapable of handling large pieces of metal. My hands really hurt, but it's still very fun. Last week was my first competition.
It did not go well.
Not only did I totally blank on the entire first movement, I dropped the gong as I was rolling it to the playing field.
Now, here's a little multiple choice...
If you are rolling a gong down a hill and hit a rut and it begins to tip over, do you...?
a] Hold on to it tightly and calmly try to keep it from falling
b] Yell for someone to help you keep the gong from falling
c] Curse as loudly and explicitly as you can and let the gong fall, resulting in an ear-splitting crash that the whole band can hear

Obviously, the answer in this situation is C...

Fun stuff. Another thing to add to my EPIC FAIL list.

On another note, this morning I heard the following conversation:
Bleach-blond scene boy #1: "You know, you really don't look much like a guy.
BBSB #2: "Really? I always thought I had a great fashion sense..."
BBSB #1: "Well, the more you start to look like a Japanese girl, the less I can pay attention to your fashion sense."

It made me really happy.