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Tuesday, August 26, 2003

Most people stay up until 5 a.m. doing their homework, but I wake up at 5 a.m. to do my homework. I can't do the late night thing too well. Can you say weird?

I'm posting because I'm hungry and I don't want to eat just yet. Munch munch munch munch. MMM Life Cereal.

My entire family used to think it was the funniest thing when we ran out of Life Cereal. We'd all clutch our throats and starts choking and say "I have no Life left!!! AHHHH! Give me Life!"

My family = awesomelovecoolness.

Sunday, August 24, 2003


When I was a freshman, I used to lie on my bed and dream about what I'd say if I ever won The Coat. In the words of DC, the Coat is "a hallowed Theatre Company tradition, passed down from person to person, each one selected by the last (often after consultation with the director, previous Coat winners, etc.) as the person who most embodies the spirit of Theatre Co. for that show." I'd tell myself that the Coat is really beyond my reach...too big to handle. I'd look up at my ceiling and wonder, half-jokingly, if I'd make some long-winded speech about Theatre Company and its ideals or if I'd do some weird acceptance thank-you speech like they do at the Oscars.

I never really thought I'd have the chance to actually answer myself, but I did, tonight. The answer to both of those questions is "no." Instead, I just cried and made up words.

I keep telling myself that it didn't really happen. I'll wake up tomorrow and my heart won't be racing, my closet won't be hallowed ground, I won't be tearing up with every "Congratulations." I'll just be ordinary Jaclyn, the quiet girl. I'll smile my ordinary smile and go on my merry way.

And it doesn't matter how many people tell me how much I deserved it, I don't think I'll ever fully believe them. It's all just a part of my daydream.

I'd keep on typing such gibberish, but I'm too busy floating.

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