Just to clear up any debate on whether I am awesome or not -- I plan on performing an interpretive self-portrait dance to Bohemian Rhapsody for my Movement final in about six hours.

And I made Foeebieyeh get a diary. It would be in your best interest to read it, because she is the human equivilant of a high five and will kill you with friendly encouragement if you don't.

Also, I have a brand new freckle. It's like God gave me a gold star.

Or a... brown dot...

Or... maybe not...

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