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2010-08-18 05:18 pm


I saw God this afternoon.
I was just watering all of my new plants. We haven't decided where to put them yet so they were getting a little dry sitting out in the first truly sunny day of the summer (or else the first sunny day in such a long while that it doesn't make any difference if it was technically the first sunny day of the summer or not, since in everyone's minds this counted as a truly sunny day - most especially for parents as today was also the first day of the new school year, an irony that was sadly lost on many students).
While testing out my new hose - a bright blue coiling thing that comes with several settings including "mist", "shower", and "soaker" which, as far as I can tell, is a practical joke from the manufacturer as all it does is spit water to the sides and down and will only soak anything directly beneath you, such as your shoes and trousers - I decided to wash down the sides of the house, a practice I was unfamiliar with but had seen the neighbors doing.
While washing my kitchen windows down (using the "flat" setting, incidentally) I realized I was forming rainbows, I wasted a considerable amount of water playing and seeing which setting made the best one - for any who care to know on a sunny August day, at approximately a quarter to 5 and with the sun precisely at that just-so angle the "cone" setting will make the most impressive rainbow, provided of course that the breeze is also perfect.
It was shortly after that, while washing the tree in my front yard, that I saw God.
S/He took me quite by surprise. It was oddly warming to see him there, plain as day in the shafts of light defined by the water collecting in the air (oddly warming because while standing there letting a reprehensible amount of water jet by uselessly I became thoroughly soaked and a wee bit chilled in the aforementioned breeze).
It's nice to know he's still there. Nice to know I can still see miraculous things in ho-hum daily life. And its nice to know that at least one person who reads this will understand why I had to write this down.

(If you read the above in a British accent while recalling the work of Dahl, Pratchett or Gaiman my ramblings might make more sense)
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2010-07-21 10:20 am
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Updates (to be expanded upon at a later time)

-Wedding, which ended at precisely 12:34am July 3rd (I'd like to point out that Dave has previously stated that he had never been to a wedding which started on time - I don't know what time we were supposed to start but yay for an SMs sense of timing when it comes to the curtain call!)

-Reno, hot with too much to get done but oddly not enough to do

-X Burlesque, the first thing we did as a married couple was go see mostly-naked women dance in a "kitchen-sink" review

-Clothing insanity, between guests wanting to wear a)white or b)far-too-formal wear and my unhappiness with my dress; who would have thought the one thing that went wrong would be clothes?

-Haven't done theater in months, getting twitchy, need a fix

-Taking directing this fall and want to do the "discovery" scene from Loves' Labour's Lost or else My Fair Lady from "Without You" to the end. I'll also need to look at standard plays (not Shakespeare or musicals) to find a third option in case neither of those work

-Learning to read music and play the piano, making progress in both but breaking my fingers hold a certain amount of appeal (anyone know how to increase the intelligence of digits?)

That is all for now .... I think.
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2009-06-22 12:05 pm
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Mwahahahahahaha! I have captured an unsuspecting, hapless, introverted computer geek in my web of evil-ness. I will now proceed to torture him with over-peppered meals, inappropriate tickles at bedtime and frequent surprise spankings for the next 55 years! Man I'm good, uh, I mean bad - yeah, I'm one badass mutha' of three. Or two, or whatever.
I'm in a weird mood, can ya tell?
Today is the second anniversary of my first date with Dave. (No he hasn't proposed officially yet, yes the wedding is 65% planned and all important people have been informed.)
Wow, 730 days (give or take a leap year) and not only are we still snuggled together but we plan on remaining that way for the foreseeable future (at least until 12/12/2012 when the zombie revolution hits, if he doesn't survive the first wave I'm so using his corpse for bait). I hope you understand, Panda, and I know you'd do the same if I go first.

Oh, we went to go see "UP" a few weeks ago, and if you've seen it, the beginning part, you know the one that hits you right here *gestures towards the chestal region* the one that made me cry very prettily both times I saw it. Yeah, it got to him too, I heard suspicious sniffles and even saw a tear, just one though, it was a man tear god-damnit! (50 points if you spot the quote)

Anyway, adios. *bounces away to wrap his present, which due to the occasional miracle of the USPS got here precisely on time* ~J
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2009-06-14 10:05 am
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Yay for being 21 and at faire! Yay for being a masochist! Yay for getting my ass toasted by a hoard of attractive, drunken actors and actresses of my choosing (hee, Stimy). Yay for getting a chance to toast theirs back. Yay for Cypher and Vanity's return to the state, temporarily. Yay for not paying for my own drinks, and for only a mild headache in the morning!
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2009-06-12 10:58 pm
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F*cking Muni!

The municipality, in all its crowning brilliance has decided that this is the weekend to work on the intersection of Tudor and Elmore, the intersection roughly 500 yards from the Three Baron's Renaissance Faire. They have cut off traffic access approximately 490 yards from the intersection. This means the only access to the site is through the admin entrance, which means people have to drive through the site to get in. We're in for either a traffic nightmare or a ghost town. F*cking Municipality bureaucratic bullshit! They have even advertised on the radio "Construction Update" that there will still be access to the faire. If they had moved their first traffic block down forty feet we wouldn't have this f*cking problem. Damnit.
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2009-06-05 02:44 pm
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Narcissism, Speculation, and Faith

It is amazing to me how, after years of avoidance, old grudges can still thrive.
I’m twenty-one, happy in my life, at peace with who I am and looking forward to sharing a life with dear friends and a dearer Panda.
There is a woman, a girl really, despite her being a year older than me; we were enemies in high school (or as much as someone can have a nemesis at the naïve age of seventeen) and for the purpose of this post I shall refer to her as Madame Director.
I don’t believe Madame and I would have had such trouble if there hadn’t been two unfortunate factors when we met. The first was a struggle to be closest to mutual friend, I might not have fought so hard if she hadn’t been the first woman I fell in love with, at this point in time I had fallen out of love with her and was at that happy state of post-love where more than anything I wanted this mutual friend happy, and to help that happiness anyway I could. The other thing against us was politics, and meeting the September before a presidential election.
My parents are the best kind of Republicans, open minded. But I went to a school that was so far left it was about to come around the other side and goose the right. This gave me an interesting perspective on politics and history that has left me an independent, with political leanings in both directions.
Always one to mess with the status quo, when I joined a “gov’t field studies” and was told to volunteer for a political campaign I decided to spend my quarter stamping envelopes and making phone calls for the republican senatorial candidate. This didn’t win me any friends, and no one would listen to why I did it (namely to see “how the other half lived”).
Through a series of unfortunate arguments Madame and I realized we could never be friends, she wouldn’t calmly debate the point with me and I refused to blindly agree with her.
But as I said, I’m an adult now (though I still act like a child when it suits me) and I had decided that three years of avoiding the others’ existence, of going the other way when we saw each other at the bookstore, of letting our gaze slide past when we caught sight of each other across the quad, was more than enough time to waste on childishness. I know we will never be friends, but I had hoped that at least we could be civil to each other.
I’m one of the photographers for the local renaissance faire, and Madame is one of the actors, when I saw her on faire site I had had enough. “Hello [Madame]” I said, keeping my tone as cheerfully neutral as I could. She just kept walking and I waited expectantly, just when I thought she would pass me she looked up and said, “What? Did you say something to me? I’m kinda hard of hearing in my right ear.” I smiled and signed ‘Hi, how are you?’ to her. “No, I’m not deaf, I’m just a little hard of hearing.” I laughed and tried to make a joke of it, “No, I know you’re not deaf [Madame] I do remember that much, I mean, I’m not an idiot you know.” “Oh, no, I know, but sometimes I wonder.”
I’d like to think I’m a good person, a loyal friend, a kind listener. I’d like to think I’m approachable and helpful to everyone, there are some people whose company I prefer to avoid, but I try very hard to be everybody’s buddy. I can’t be friends with everyone and still be who I am, I know that, but it’s still troubling to find fellow human beings being unpleasant for unpleasantness’ sake.
I know the range of human ability, how truly monstrous we can be and how wonderful, but I know it in the same way I know how expansive the universe is – I grasp the concept but contemplating the reality leaves a part of me aching.
As for Madame Director . . . I hope I am a special case for her. I hope she has grown up since high school. I hope for her sake she has learned to value her friends, and to treat everyone with dignity and kindness until their actions show them undeserving of it. I hope . . . I hope she has a worthwhile life, a life shared with others.
I’m engaged, or might as well be. I see a life ahead full of tedious annoyances surrounded by loving support and children's laughter, I see Dave holding one hand and either Caiti or my family holding the other. When I look at my future I see light, warmth, and joy. If my life had a scent it would be an oddly inviting mixture of clean laundry and earth after it rains, the sort of smell associated with new beginnings. When I look at Madame, it feels cold, isolated and dark. For her sake I hope I’m wrong.

I don’t believe in God like most Christians do, but I do believe in something, something warm and strangely fluffy as though all positive emotions had a texture. And so, because I don’t have a better way to put it I’ll say, may God watch over you. I pray that everyone, no matter how despicable, has one truly happy day – just one day to hold close to them and keep them warm at the darkest of times.
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2009-05-19 08:07 pm
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For those who care to know such things:

My photos, including all those of the 2008 - 3 Baron's Faire can be found at JJPervier.SmugMug.com

It only took me a year, jeezy-creezy!

I'd like to think that I've learned quite a bit about photography (and my own style) in the past year, we'll just have to see what comes from this summer. Ren Faire is two weeks away, be still my soon-to-be-aching-knees.

PS If, after seeing my stuff (however my best portraiture work is in a private gallery), you feel like getting a few photos taken please contact me. I need the practice, plus its fun playing dress-up while I haul friends anywhere from Hatchers Pass to Seward.

PPS I'm also posting the photos from ATY's Merry Wives and UAA's Fallen should you care to view them.
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2009-02-23 10:49 am
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Wii Fit Woes

We finally hooked up the Wii my mother gave us for Christmas and I've been doing the Wii Fit for a week now. I never expected it would be as fun as it is or that a video game could actually leave me sore and grumpy. Gosh my upper body hurts, stupid rhythmic boxing. ~J
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2009-02-19 04:18 pm
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Run Away!

Well, we've just eclipsed the year mark for crisavec and I living together, depending on if you mark it as the night I moved in suddenly and didn't leave or the day we bought our bed. I expected us to fall apart rather quickly, what with my annoyingly quirky behavior and Dave's introverted ways, but amazingly its been like breathing. I feel like I've been with him for years, in the good way, and I can no longer imagine not having him in my life. On Valentine's he asked me what I thought would come of it that first weekend when we met and flirted shamelessly - he didn't expect anything, he just thought I looked interesting and in want of company - in all honesty, and I told him as much, I was hoping for six months of fun conversations and a relatively clean break-up. I never expected when that cheerful, techno-dude came waddling over to me at the bar that I'd some day make a Prefinanced Panda out of him, or that I'd become his Prefinanced Pookie. We're a few months shy of two years and I'm still twitterpatted. Weird isn't it?

Overall life is going well, I still haven't grown up as much as I'd like. Being as close to my parents as I have been since high school I'm still accustomed to the lifestyle I was raised in, a lifestyle neither Dave nor I can possibly afford, even if we were to both work full time. I need to make that adjustment from being able to go-out whenever I feel like it, to having to pack a lunch every morning or else not have lunch that day. We want kids, and unless I suddenly get discovered and go platinum we'll have to make sacrifices and start saving NOW.

I am questioning getting married, not because I have any doubts that he's the Panda I want to be with for the rest of my life, but more so because I wonder if I'm doing him a disservice. I've never had to nickel and dime it, never had to save up for much of anything - I either got what I wanted or else I didn't want it that badly. Is someone whose financial philosophy is "you can't take it with you" or "what's the point of money if not to spend it" really ready to having a joint bank account, are they really prepared to be responsible for another person's financial well being? I'm just worried I still have a child's mentality and that I'm going to let him down someday because of that naivete.

On the plus side Dave came to photograph a rehearsal for the play I'm stage managing and is certain in his belief that I'll make a good mother. Like herding kittens, I swear. My director is driving me nuts - I think all of my SMing experience is just racking up names of people I will not be working with in the future. It's an . . . uh, interesting play, very artistic and I do like that it was a collaborative script, but its so blatantly biased it makes my brain die a little every time the curtain goes down. I'm ecstatic about my next project, auditions are Monday, it's the women of the Old Testament and their stories as told through acrobatics and ariel silk - imagine Cirque du Soeil: Genisus but on a much smaller budget.

Hello, my name is angie_di and I'm an obsessive personality - we're over a year away, and that's if we can afford it that soon, and I'm already looking at Nevada law, photographers, public land alcohol policies, making guests lists, looking at dress designs, thinking about fabrics and favors and all kinds of meaningless things. I'm at the point where I'm driving myself nuts let alone poor crisavec. It sucks that what makes me so good at my job, giving undivided attention to all of the details about one single event, should be keeping me up at night wondering what sort of deals I could make with the photographer and how to get power for lights and sound out to Eklutna.
I just felt like sharing a tidbit of the hell I'm putting crisavec through, feel free to give him your sympathies. And the instant he actually proposes I'll let you know in sickening detail (no I'm not getting ahead of myself, yes he is going to ask, the bastard has it planned but other than he's going to do it sometime this summer the twerp won't tell me a damn thing).

Much love - J
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2008-11-12 09:06 pm
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Singing Challenge

I find that due to lack of use my jazz skills are starting to slip somewhat. So I would appreciate a challenge. Should you wish feel free to use me as a radio. Keep in mind they may not be perfect but I will try to please. The following is a list of jazz songs I already know passably well.

All of Me * Misty * Whatever Lola Wants * They All Laughed * He's A Tramp * Got No Strings * LOVE * Blue Skies * This Can't Be Love * Crush * Ain't Misbehavin' * Orange Colored Sky * They Can't Take That Away * Folks Who Live On The Hill * Autumn Leaves * Ev'rytime We Say Goodbye * I Cried for You * The Very Thought of You * Paper Moon * I'll Be Seeing You * Fly Me to the Moon * It Had to Be You * Tell Me Lies * Fever * Don't Get Around Much Anymore * Frim Fram Sauce * I Wish You Love * Why Don't You Do Right * Nature Boy * I Could Write A Book * Let's Call the Whole Thing Off * It's Alright With Me * I Got Rhythm * You Make Me Feel So Young * Just One Of Those Things

I know there's a lot more but I can't seem to remember them. Anyway, thank you. ~J
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2008-11-04 08:00 pm
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I voted first thing this morning. My first presidential election and a first no matter how it'll turn out.
Should McCain win, highly unlikely according to the current projections, I will worry about bans on gay marriage and abortion, and a constant state of war.

If/When Obama wins it will be a wonderful time for gays and women, but I fear what would happen should he attempt to castrate the military and go after privately owned guns.

However things happen life will continue.

The polls are now closed. Thank you for voting.
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2008-07-31 12:37 pm
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Fan Girlish Glee

Wow, you know you've gone a little too far in your adoration for a pop culture icon when you go to Amazon.com and just about wet yourself over the featured story. It wasn't even someone cute, but rather a teeny-tiny children's book, less than 100 pages.
Ack! *bounces with embarrassing glee* TALESOFBEEDLETHEBARD! Tales Of Beedle The Bard! Coming just in time for Christmas; with a ridiculously expensive Collector's Edition I want anyway because I'm just that far gone. *melts in a sticky puddle of gooey bibliophile*


yay ^.^
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2008-07-17 02:43 pm
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Fat Pig

For those who are not aware I have been cast as Helen in TTR's production of "FAT PIG" by Neil LaBute. Helen is an over-weight/obese woman who falls in love with an attractive but shallow man. Of the four characters she's the most genuine, the most playful, the most comfortable and the one with the highest self-esteem (at the beginning of the play).
Tom and his co-workers Carter (self-proclaimed asshole) and Jeanie (bitter ex) are all overly preoccupied with image, both their own and that of those around them. When prejudice, body image, and love collide Tom is left with a choice: to be spurned by his friends and remain with the woman he can't help but love, or to reject her for the societal approval he can't help but need.

This play worries me. Not the subject matter but rather issues I fear it will dredge up.
I am obese. I've been over-weight my whole life, I've gone through the rigmarole of being insulted, of hating myself, and have finally - after 20 years of effort - reached the other side. I'm fine with who I am, hell, I even like me most of the time. I have a loving family that looks after each other. I'm in a supportive, wonderful relationship with a man who finds me attractive even when I wake up with gorgon hair and wander around the house all day in my pjs. I'm honest, helpful, reliable, caring, somewhat talented, and have an above-average IQ. I have a lot going for me in life, enough that my appearance has taken a back burner.
Helen has gone through the same and come to the same conclusion. But I still worry, because slowly she looses that acceptance and puts all of her self worth into Tom's opinion of her.
I know it's a play, and I should be able to keep the script from effecting me personally - but even just reading it I still wish to strangle Jeanie and Carter. It hurts, just a little when people call you a disgusting sow who could eat for five, even if it isn't for real.
And I'm not certain whether I should be touched at my father's protectiveness or disappointed that he is choosing to miss this one. He's worried that he'll take the insults thrown at Helen personally "I mean, I know it's a play but they're still insulting my baby girl."
I hate it when guilt and righteous anger blend. I get pissed because they're insulting me, but at the same time I cry because a part of me still agrees with them.

ADDENDUM: This was bugging me, so I spoke with Dad asking for a clarification as to why he wouldn't come to the play. He said he wasn't partially to people being openly thrashed on stage in general but most especially when they were relatives. So that makes me feel better (or maybe it's Octopus's Garden cheerily playing in the background). I have this odd thing of not being bothered by theatre until some asks "Oh my god, I can't believe how well you're taking it, I would be so insulted" and then I kinda feel hurt . . . because they think its a personal insult to me, so I take it as a personal insult -- Yeah, that doesn't make any sense to me either.
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2008-05-23 12:48 pm
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Grrrrrr!!!! Argh!!!
*deep breath* Fucking EAFB. I was trying to get a patient's MRI results which they had neglected to send over before their appointment this afternoon. The patient and his/her family were very nice and came 30 minutes early for paper work. Everything was dandy until I called the referral service at Elmandorf, I was on hold for 15 minutes . . . the first time I called. I decided I'd been lost in the ether since at this point I had yet to speak to a human, just a bunch of machines telling me what button to push that could possibly lead me to another biped, I hung up and tried again. And was put on hold again, this time I was only on for 10 minutes until Mom accidentally hung up my line.
At this point we tried to get some of their records off the net by way of Providence, we still wouldn't be able to get the MRI results but maybe we could find an admitting note. ER notes found I hit print, and was promptly met with a frozen printer. . . this has happened before, the solution? I saved and backed up everything I was working on, while still listening to that eternal beeping, and restarted the comp.; which promptly froze for another three minutes when it came back up and I tried to manually shut it off by jamming the power button with increasing degrees of force, only to have Mom come over, punch a different button, and have it instantly whir to life. The printer started printing, all was right with the world, except I was still on hold and the patient's kids were getting loud in the waiting room (the older brother - approx. 5yr - was tricking his 2 year old sister to run into walls).
Fed up and starting to cultivate my daily headache I hung up decided to listen to EAFB's menu options one more time just to double check and make sure there wasn't some remark about them taking Friday off for the holiday. I dialed . . . it rang . . . and a recorded woman's soothing voice pumped over the speaker phone saying "the referral service line is currently disabled, please dial the operator for further assistance. Thank you and have a good day. *click*".
Ahhhhh!!!!!! A grand total of almost 50 minutes on hold.
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2008-05-16 02:36 pm
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Wishes and Perfection

I wish I was the perfect employee, who is always 10 minutes early, who does what is asked and then some, who puts people at their ease and knows how to handle any situation.
I wish I was the perfect student, the girl who is always cheerful, who does her homework and does it well, who enjoys the subject and asks poignant questions, who the professors enjoy teaching and who always excels.
I wish I was the perfect friend, who is always ready to cheer you up, to have fun, or to be a shoulder when you need one, someone who offers just the right advice and makes you smile just being around them.
I wish I was the perfect girlfriend, the one who knows precisely when to cuddle and when they need their space, who knows what to say that will soothe their worries or make them laugh, who knows when to say 'yes' and and 'you're right dear", who doesn't spend money on frivolous things, who is always loving and giving and doesn't demand anything in return.
I wish I was the perfect sister, the one who never gets into petty arguments, who's actually friends with her brother, who listens and offers advice, and is always willing to help.
I wish I was the perfect daughter, the one who works hard and doesn't slack off, the one who doesn't cost you money for their stupid mistakes, the one who's sweet to her brother, and who's always ready with a card or a present on your birthday, who does well in school in a subject that will take them far in life, who is loyal and lovely and whom you could be friends with, who has the perfect choice in spouses so you never have to worry, and of whom you can be proud of.
I wish I didn't make my mother cry.
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2008-05-13 05:07 pm
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It's quite odd to think that the skill set that comes easiest, the one I am most comfortable with and typically derive the most overall enjoyment from is the same skills required by mothers. I like to think I'd be a good mother - I'm loving, tender, patient, calm in a crisis, relatively organized, playful, a good storyteller, a good listener, a good cook. I've been a teacher an surrogate mother to my friends since middle school. Most people use me as an advice columnist and I'm more than happy to help . . .
Why is it that at twenty I'm thinking about babies? I have no career future, I'm unmarried and likely to remain so, I'm barely more than a child myself but still I want . . . . .
It would be a nightmare that would utterly absorb my life for 20 years at least. I'll be exhausted, irritable, aching, I'll grow resentful and bitter, and hate my life and wish I had done something with it before giving it up to these screaming hellions.
But then I think about first steps, first laugh, first word. Watching dreadful school plays and applauding madly at the end. Helping build science fair projects. Sewing Halloween costumes and holding hands as we go knock on doors. Teaching them to bake cookies and Macaroni and Cheese. Watching then hide behind me the first time they meet a 6 foot tall rat (Mickey Mouse). Watching my mother coo over them while my dad joshes my husband. Playfully grilling the first boy who comes to pick her up for a date.
*sigh* Too young, just too young.