A magnificent rebound

Yes, I know, it has been a very long time since I had any loving intimate time with the Savage Truth. We had a little falling out... it wanted me to post, I didn't, and we just didn't have anything to do with each other for a while. It's a little better now.
Things have just zoomed on by, haven't they?
Did I talk about the musical? No. I didn't try out for it, in case you live in a cave... even if some of the cool people from the Crucible told me too, like Matt and Amirah (was it you two? I really forget), and even if some uncool people did too. I just didn't feel up to it. Musicals involve really flamouyant singing, something even my crazy side doesn't slide too well with. Acting, I can do. Acting I like. Acting really really hyper and singing songs about how happy my character is to be dancing in a line on stage with other happy characters, now... that's just a bit different. I have yet to even hear about a musical that doesn't make me want to cry.
Okay, I'm sure none of you care. Whoever you are.
I got an 18 on the physics quiz today, which I'm sure made everyone else very happy. Why do I get singled out for doing well? It's not like I'm doing Ray any special favors. I just actually understand what he talks about.
Wait. Still boring.
Uh...
Yeah, the rooster thing.
My mom was the head of the planning committee for the 2005 Chinese New Year Party, a festive event that took place last saturday at Lincoln Square Mall, with the catering services of Tang Dynasty. Somewhere down the line somebody had the idea of having a mascot for the new year-- an animal mascot! Say, what animal? Well, it's gonna be the year of the rooster...
Brilliant! A rooster mascot!
I have just the thing!
I spent the non-dinner parts of the party walking around in a yellow fuzzy rooster/big bird costume from Dallas & Co., greeting non-chalant families walking in and discreetly fending off the little children who were convinces that it would be hilarious to try and mess with my costume. Some underclassman girls at the party found it funny in the classic emasculated-guys-are-cute kind of way, and I got their props. The main gratification was the fifteen dollars I got for it. I enjoyed some nice drinks at the cash bar with the money.
Hm. That's pretty much all I have to say today.

Back beat the word is in the street that the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before but you've never really had a doubt