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Discovered London After Midnight. <3

Cut my hair. Still have the same haircut, but it's quite a bit shorter, and I cut all the dyed-black parts off so I'm left blondish-brown again. Might go and dye it green or something in the near future.

Lalala. Procrastinating on finding my sources for that nasty research paper on postwar Vietnam. Might get to sing "An die Musik" for an upcoming recital in about a month. Might also have a chance to start hormones over break. Of course, these two events are completely conflicting, as testosterone makes voice go boom for a couple years and public performance is out of the question. Will have to ask endocrinologist. Would like to get one last concert in as a soprano anyway before I finally get on hormones, tis just a matter of scheduling.

Also, I think I'm getting skinnier. Which, given the choices for food here in the bustling metropolis of Great Barrington, isn't too surprising, but it's a little weird to touch your shoulder and think "Hey... the bone is protruding more than it did a couple weeks ago." Especially when you're not actually trying to lose weight.

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Discovered London After Midnight. <3

Cut my hair. Still have the same haircut, but it's quite a bit shorter, and I cut all the dyed-black parts off so I'm left blondish-brown again. Might go and dye it green or something in the near future.

Lalala. Procrastinating on finding my sources for that nasty research paper on postwar Vietnam. Might get to sing "An die Musik" for an upcoming recital in about a month. Might also have a chance to start hormones over break. Of course, these two events are completely conflicting, as testosterone makes voice go boom for a couple years and public performance is out of the question. Will have to ask endocrinologist. Would like to get one last concert in as a soprano anyway before I finally get on hormones, tis just a matter of scheduling.

Also, I think I'm getting skinnier. Which, given the choices for food here in the bustling metropolis of Great Barrington, isn't too surprising, but it's a little weird to touch your shoulder and think "Hey... the bone is protruding more than it did a couple weeks ago." Especially when you're not actually trying to lose weight.

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Tonight was Dolliver Drag Night... twas fun, although I didn't participate. (Unless you count going in my normal clothes participating. But if I'd gotten all femmed up I probably would've been disqualified for already having tits.) Am making a point of skipping the dance afterwards, as I am feeling decidedly asocial and have actually gotten a lot done in the way of cleaning up my room. As in, I actually did my laundry. And emptied the huge cardboard box that was taking up space on the tiny floor, and filled it with clothes I never wear and took it out to the car.

Also saw a senior boy with whom I did a grindy-dance to 'Androgyny' at the party last Sunday. Have started to think bad things whenever he enters the room. Drat, now I'll have to add myself to the list of People Who Want to Jump Adam's Bones, which already comprises most of the theater department.

Violin teacher has informed me that the only reason I haven't finished the first-level Suzuki method book is because I never practice. As I bear Mr. Suzuki no love and am eager to leave that damn book behind, will procure key to the practice rooms on Monday.

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Tonight was Dolliver Drag Night... twas fun, although I didn't participate. (Unless you count going in my normal clothes participating. But if I'd gotten all femmed up I probably would've been disqualified for already having tits.) Am making a point of skipping the dance afterwards, as I am feeling decidedly asocial and have actually gotten a lot done in the way of cleaning up my room. As in, I actually did my laundry. And emptied the huge cardboard box that was taking up space on the tiny floor, and filled it with clothes I never wear and took it out to the car.

Also saw a senior boy with whom I did a grindy-dance to 'Androgyny' at the party last Sunday. Have started to think bad things whenever he enters the room. Drat, now I'll have to add myself to the list of People Who Want to Jump Adam's Bones, which already comprises most of the theater department.

Violin teacher has informed me that the only reason I haven't finished the first-level Suzuki method book is because I never practice. As I bear Mr. Suzuki no love and am eager to leave that damn book behind, will procure key to the practice rooms on Monday.