| I got an email from Xanga that said I had a certain amount of time to post again before my username becomes fair game. That sort of annoyed me, and I was tempted just to give it up as a means of rebellion, but too much has been catalogued on this stupid thing for me to let someone else get their slimy hands on what was once a frequently updated HoorayForMB, regardless of the fact that the odds of another person thinking to register themselves as such are pretty slim. To this day, I still don't know what "HoorayForMB" actually meant, but as long as I have control over who it belongs to, I'm keeping it. I probably won't write again for another year, though. Eat that, Xanga.
Last week, I was helping a family (one member being an ex-general in the Lebanese Army) with a Macbook Pro at the Apple Store, and after they gave me a sharp tongued, "we don't want the extended protection," I reminded them about the iPod promotion and offered to help them fill out the rebate after they were all rung up. I hadn't done anything extraordinary, but he thought I was so nice, the ex-general offered me his 19-year old daughter...in Lebanon.
That's all I have for you.
Until next year (or the next time I get that stupid email),
Rich
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| Last night over dinner, my mom and Kathryn discussed going to Florida next year. I interjected, saying that I'd be a college graduate at that point, and that I'd better be included in their plans. My mom then suggested, instead of going to Disney for the Nth time, that I should backpack through Europe with a few friends after we graduate.
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| 5th year, here I come. Yay?
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| My interest in updating is on the decline.
Poor, poor Xanga.
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| Last night, I turned down one of the biggest parts in a musical I've
ever gotten, all because I just couldn't get past the idea of being
naked in front of a couple hundred people a night. As fair as that
sounds, leaving the show was one of the hardest things I've done in
years, and I'm pretty sure I'll regret it for the next few days, at the
very least. I took a lot out of this callback-laden weekend, though --
I'm now aware of the fact that if I'm ever left out of a cast, it's not
because I was bad. Apparently, I underestimated myself this weekend
when I shouldn't have, and I think now is as good of a time as any to
stop doing that to myself. The show is going to be fabulous without me,
though, and I will be there cheering everyone on. It's going to be a
lot of fun. 
On a related note, I'll be auditioning for Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat at the State Theater with Plays-in-the-Park. Cross your fingers.
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