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This morning, I got up for my first-ever Saturday morning breakfast at MHC. Damn, do I miss having food in all the dorms.

I spontaneously hosted a prospie last night, after she sat in on the Brel rehearsal. She was a really nice, quietly nerdy type (she admired my LOTR poster and my fabulous collection of YA books, as well as my taste in movies) -- I seem to have an uncanny ability to attract this sort of person, and bond with her instantly (eh,

newredshoes? ;) ). We had a pleasantly low-key evening of watching My So-Called Life (kept it down to a reasonable two episodes--thanks to banannagoats and

krikkit911 for joining us), and chatted a lot. We had to get up around 8 so that she and her dad could get back on the road to upstate New York.

In Brel news, we've now run all the way through the show twice. It's going to be weird, because of the lack of transitions between songs--we're going to be relying heavily on lighting to signal changes and help the audience get into the next piece. I'm supposed to come up with text to accompany the photo essay in next fall's Quarterly; it's all I can do to not turn it into a rant about creepy old men, absentee musical directors, tactless assistants, too many directors, and all of the drama that seems to be an integral part of this production. I'm trying to keep it mostly positive, although I will complain freely about over-committed cast members and the lack of arts communication on this campus.

Now I'll attempt to actually be productive with my Saturday morning. We'll see how well that goes.