I made it in. So. I've been to rehearsals only a few times. I'm in three scenes. I'm off book already - here's my line "And tonight?" Yup. That's that. I realized that last year I would have been thrilled to get in the show in any role. I've been spoiled. That's what I think. I wasn't cocky. But I was used to being the star. But you know, there is no stress. I'm working in the costume shop. I'm having fun going out with friends. I have time for homework and time to procrastinate. All is well. Oh yeah, and the director decided to cut the Thralls from Act II. Also, I feel like a rapist for the entire three minutes that I'm onstage in this show.
This is short because I'm finding myself at a loss for words. Strange doesn't happen often. Might have something to do with illness that has decided to try to take me down. I'm fighting it with all I've got. This is what I know. These are two dudes that I miss a lot.
I am going to be the top of the pyramid in the Homecoming games in two weeks. I am also a pro at talking people through the human knot. I also bet I can do the jump roping part of the obstacle course relay while speeding through the Pledge of Allegiance. This is what I look like as a statue.
I need to get groceries in the morning. Desperately. I keep almost drinking my paint water. Workshopping creative writing stories is a painful experience. My room is a sick disaster. Tea has been my friend this weekend. Coffee tastes delicious. I wish that eating oatmeal took longer because it is yummy but a single serving is gone far too quickly. I like cookie dough a lot. Here's some art I did this weekend.
This is all I have to say. Cheers. Also I must say that I get to see Uncle Vanya at the Guthrie on Sat. Super super excited/geeking out. Awesome stuff.



















