Dad's in Jersey this week for work, and I kicked some serious ass LARPing this weekend. We brought the small tent and forgot the rain fly, so although we had a tarp, sleeping arrangements were a little damp, but I've done worse. Makes me feel all tough to say so. I've only recently begun to really enjoy playing my good-aligned character: for a while I had a hard time remembering not to do some of the things that occurred to me as common sense. For example, I'm not supposed to smash the skulls of non-undead corpses, I'm supposed to sanctify them, to prevent desecrating the body. I guess I'm not as lawful good as I thought I was. Anyway, I had a cool time.

I got about thirty or forty deer ticks, though, and those suckers are obnoxious. Unlike chiggers, which, contrary to myth, don't burrow into your skin (by the time you notice the itchy bite, they've already left), ticks stick around, and they're tiny. They also head straight for the groin. I didn't want to get Lyme disease, so although I was pretty certain I was tick-free, I trimmed the lawn, so to speak. I never realized how sad the vulva looked without something to hide under. I miss my pubic hair.

Mom got her book in the mail- we're going to build a mud-brick cob oven in the back yard this summer. I also found out that we're going to Yosemite National Park sometime in August to see some grizzly bears. Go bears!

A Midsummer Night's Dream finished up nicely, grossing over 4,000$ in three nights. To put it in perspective, last year's director, with her campy 50s teenage werewolf musical, made only 900$. They gave me a little lantern to thank me for my help as techie. I like it.

I procrastinated on an English speech and ended up just printing out an old thread on gender roles that I wrote earlier in the year- I basically gave a condensed explaination of sociological vs. biological gender and identity. It took half an hour, and the instructor was incredibly impressed. She also pulled me aside to tell me that I was the top AP/Cambridge English student in the grade, which made me feel kind of bad, since she reads my essays aloud to the class all the time. My English class is really friendly, but I wouldn't blame one of them if they just hauled off and punched me one day. I kind of feel like doing that sometimes, even though I can't well be jealous of me since I'm me... That didn't make sense.

I finished a gifted program IQ test today. I'm waiting for them to get back to me and tell me whether or not I'm sufficiently intelligent to participate in their seminars and card games.

Prom was this weekend, and I didn't go.