This weekend was Rainbow Connection, a dance competition at the Bob. It wasn’t quite as intense this year as it has been in previous years, but it was still a lot of sitting around and doing nothing, which has it’s good and bad points. Batch, Chad and I all got some stuff added to the store. We all got to spend some time with each other. All in all, Chad, Batch, Aimee, Matt, Floate, Ben, Lauren and Bouse worked the call at various times. Aimee brought me a great surprise… An Apple T-Shirt from Irvine Spectrum! That was awesome, thank you Aimee.
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This evening I was watching Roswell (Ep. 11) where there is a fire at Max’s house while his mom is cooking dinner. I knew from the beginning that there was going to be a problem when he supposedly doused the oil fire with water, but I wasn’t sure if that was just a technical blunder or part of the story line. Well, eventually Max, Isabel and Michael are arguing about telling the mother because she (and the Sheriff) are questioning how Max put the fire out.
It got me thinking about what it would be like to have to keep secrets from the people that you love. It’s got to be even harder when people that you barely know (Liz, Maria, Alex) know and yet you can’t tell your mother whom you’ve known for at least ten years. I know we all carry around little secrets with us our whole lives, but most of those are stupid secrets that really wouldn’t change much. They certainly (I assume) aren’t secrets like we’re aliens from another planet (at least not that I’m aware of!)
Oh well, too much critical thinking at this point could cause some serious problems… I’m going to bed! Good night to all. I promise if you have any weird secrets I won’t look at you any weirder than I already do…