*I feel... green*

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No, silly. Not green as in eco-friendly. Green as in unprepared. Green as in full of envy. Green and blue.
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I finished watching Flower Boy Ramyum Shop just now. I'll start watching Dream High 2 to try to sleep. Korean dramas are chaste. And romantic. And make me feel lonelier tonight.
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The Kabaret was a success. I should be enjoying it. But I was in a foul mood last night, and apparantly I still am. I was sweaty, and tired, and I had a drink before applying eyeliner. So I broke my golden rule. And it wouldn't come out straight.
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The performances were fun, to perform and to watch. And extremely erotic since that was the theme for our little Porn Résistance bunker. My brother was there, we had good laughs, and I got lost over and over. And then I performed again. i just don't remember doing so. Ah... alchohol.

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You know how exhausted you are when you fall asleep with half a pastry in your hand. True story.
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And then you wake up, reorganize your thoughts, prepare your workshop, drink a ton of coffee to fight that nasty hangover and go. With war paints on, you just go.
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The Burlesque Sensuality workshop was another success. We had an eager crowd, and I felt they learned something. And they had a ton of fun. I did.
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Maybe I'm just tired. I'll write tomorrow. And study. I wish the boy had come over as he promised to do, but he didn't. I'm a big girl. And I'm keeping strong emotions at an arms length. Like a trooper. Like an Asian. Like a fool.
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Damn this wishful thinking.
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Gratitude? Everything went smoothly this weekend. Nuff' said.