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2003.08.15 11:17 p.m.

my family's home. safe and sound, in case you were worried. and already emry's irritating me. funny that.

my aunt alison and i went to folkfest tonight. it was pretty fun. it used to be funner. back in the day. especially when megan and i were little and always got hats and always dressed up in stuff and got our pictures taken. we went to the english/welch, the hispanic, the philippines, the scottish and the karpaty ukrainian pavillions. i bought some neat stuff, a wooden carved fan, some toffee, english candy and some really cool buttons that say good things like 'the only good tory is a suppository' and 'it's my body, but i'll share' and 'if you get any closer, introduce yourself' and others. oh and a sweet sweet one of jesus praying. we got a lot of food. gingerbread, tipsy laird, shortbread, eggrolls, and fries. it was good. the eggrolls really hit the spot.

i like the see the philippino pole-clanking-dancing. it's pretty fun. and the baby highland dancers were so cute, one was just so off (she was probably three or four) and she stopped and started waving to people in the audience. we want ethan to start highland dancing. that'd be the best.

speaking of ethan, we're thinking of stealing him to go to a pavillion or two tomorrow, okay megan?

i have to work at 5 tomorrow. i'm going to cry. i hate working. if i just avoid thinking about it it will be fine. maybe sweet sweet constantine will come along. any of the sweet constantines really. mmm. sweet sweet candy.

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