He's Beauty and He's Grace

I just got back from the Mr. Buc Pangeant and I have to say, I was not entirely let down. Sure, some people that I wanted to make the top 5 didn't make it, but all in all I had a blast. The winner was none other than Tony Wise, with Callan Edquist as the runner-up. These results were my preferred, or else the names could be switched. Basically, I thought they both deserved it, so I would have been both happy and sad either way. Tony teamed up with Kyle Devine in a rousing rendition of "Summer Nights" from the hit musical "Grease", and Callan redid some Pat Green song - he sang and played the guitar, but changed the words. It really was great. I was a little disappointed with Alexis Campestre's re-enactment of the Napoleon Dynamite dance, but he gave it his best effort. Holy shamoly my armpits itch. I wonder if I have like... armpit lice. I also wonder if that's a real form of louse. Anyway, the only failure of the whole production was the "Emcees". They were pretty disappointing and held up the show too many times. Granted it wasn't always their fault, I'm still going to blame it on them because I can. Tomorrow I've decided to be pretty. I never do that anymore and seeing all the girls in their dresses and such made me want to dress up, too. Thus, it is to your assistance I do make love. Oh, shoot me now. Everytime I try to finish a thought lines from "Makbeth" pop into my head. Oh, for shame. Anyway, thus for tomorrow I will try to be pretty. I sure hope I succeed. I feel like feeling pretty, and that does make sense. It does. Don't you mock me. I think I may even wear some make-up.