First show last night! And Summerfield's Late-Night, and staying up until 2 ( Read more... )

Rehearsal starts in seven minutes by this computer's clock. Rehearsal occurs in a room that is a ten minute walk away. And even though I just climbed a tree I can't imagine wanting to play a gay seven year old less ( Read more... )

They mowed the fucking lawn outside my fucking window approximately four fucking days ago, and they're already doing it again.
AUGH.

Had a read through for the student play I got into.
Got into As You Like It - I'm playing Rosalind!
And I got into Waiting in Line, a co-ed acappella group that sings songs like "Internet Killed the Video Star" and "I am in Love With a McDonald's Girl."

Squee!!!

Woke up at ten, with no alarm. What a luxury. Went to yoga until 12, got all warm and wobbly and loosened up. Came back home, got some cereal, tea, and a peach, and read a magazine on the picnic tables outside Westco 1. Absolutely lovely.

Wow -- college. A little overwhelming, but very, very exciting.


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You Are Ariel!

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Wah! Helen Hunt was in a TV version of Twelfth Night and for the life of me I CAN'T FIND IT! Woe.

Packing up my entire life is philosophically as well as materially hard. And I'm hating on the weather today. Hating so hard. Time to go pack shoes. Facebooking/Amazoning/IMDBing cheered me up. Or maybe it was just the latte.

ah, V for Vendetta. 'Twas just as good the second time. Maybe I should look for some fanfic of this 'dom. *Evil grin* Love that he quotes Shakespeare - especially Twelfth Night. I do believe it's time to go back and reread that ( Read more... )

I roar my roar of "I just woke up and already I'm behind!" Grraaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwg.
Tomorrow morning: tailor. Bright and early.
Saturday: haircut. Bright but not early enough to be on time for work.
Sunday: collapse. Then pack. Holy shit all I have left is
Monday: breakfast bright and early and then

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