I'm seeing Amanda fucking Palmer at the end of the fucking month
Be jealous, motherfuckers. I've got something to look forward to at the end of finals and the suffocating heat that comes with finals (that is, finals being taken in a building with broken air conditioning that they're taking their damn sweet time fixing). HAZZAH!
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I am ridiculously jealous. GAH
AWESOME! Who is she?
Robert: I finally provoke feelings of jealousy! AFP, what CAN'T you do for my ego?
Castor: Get out. Leave your stuff, just get out.
Say hello from me. She was three years behind me at my high school, and yeah, she was someone I actually knew rather than just knew of. Of course, you don't know my real name so that will make things difficult.
Um, let's see ... well, like so many people who became successful later on, she was not necessarily widely liked in high school and was probably considered "misunderstood." I always thought of her as someone seeking attention and the approval of others. Since I did drama, we passed in the same circles even though we only had one year together at high school. (If I remember correctly, she was also affiliated with my Unitarian church, so I knew her before high school.) I liked her but kind of in a pat-her-on-the-head kind of way. She proved us all wrong by growing up, becoming talented, becoming famous and marrying a really famous talent in the comic industry. Who knew?
I assume you know all about her phase in which she was one of those performance artist statues? She dressed up as a bride in Boston's Harvard Square and spent most of the day not moving. I believe she was also on a platform of some sort so she towered over everyone else. (Never saw it myself.)
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