How grammatically satanic...
It's only 9:30, and we're hiding out, waiting for District registration to begin.
FUN.
Chaz and I get to run around like dying animals and post up our troupe cards, and I must say, I could not be more excited.
A Vice President doesn't have much more responsibility than that...
And I'm milking that responsibility for all it's worth, baby.
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