late nights, bright lights

Couldn't sleep at all last night. I kept having these weird in-and-out sort of dreams and stuff when I tried so I ended up all night flipping through magazines and watching Father Ted.

I went for a walk as soon as it was light enough to see. I was walking for a while when I found a little orange and white kitten stretched out on the side walk. I crouched down next to him to say hello and I realized he was dead.

It was very distressing and I ran the entire way home. I climbed back into bed and cried myself to sleep. I don't know why it hit me like that but it did and now I'm just very cold. I've been cold ever since.

Not a good day.

So lately, I have been working on a delightful crackfic. Because I can. And also, I have been working on the arduous process of learning my Latin vocabulary. Tiring buisness that.

Now, if only there was a way to combine them both... *dreams*

I auditioned for Students on Stage this morning, bright and early at 7:30. I did the Zindel monologue. The one about the cat.

I did the cat monolgue in a serious audition in front of people.

I cannot believe I did that. I mean, I had thought about it, but then decided to do the Euripides piece just based on the fact it was angrier and I could project my voice farther and more empathetic hand motions and the like AND BECAUSE it isn't about a dead cat.

But I got up on the stage and the dead-cat-monolgue came out.

I have no idea what to think about that.

The three auditors were... intrigued, I hope. One of them might as well have been a brick wall for all the reaction I got from her. One look horrified and the guy kept giggling, but he had just finished telling me how he had only gotten two hours of sleep and how he was feeling very sick. So maybe he wasn't even paying attention.

They didn't ask me to do a cold read and they said 'Thanks, it was good, we'll call you next week.'

Hmm...

First and foremost, I guess, SOS is a club. So I'm in, regardless of whether or not I get a part [ie: working backstage or making posters/whatever] but I sorta want a part. There is one main play and one/two minor ones. Doesn't matter where I get a part or how big on one, but I wanna be able to say that I do have one, right?

Oh well. Time shall tell one that one.

[Arizona Green Tea fucking rocks.]

Aww...

:(

There's a cat outside my window and it's really windy and I can hear him meowing but I can't let him in. My mom said no. He's all scruffy and bedraggled looking and alone.

I feel horrible.

Bwa ha ha ha. I missed my house.

My cat attacked the other cat because the other cat is evil, but my cat is more evil.

I am hot. As in temperature hot, not the other kind. This is my last week of summer. Thursday, Maureen wants me to take her to TO to go shopping, etc. I'm not sure if Ma is going to let us take the train though. She's all uptight about that sorta thing.

But yeah. KL is one wird place. We always joke about ... that other place being a ghost town, but it seems like there are barely any people in KL either.

Michelle came home today. She's been up there for a month. A month! She was all sad and stuff, but spent the first forty minutes of the trip talking about how much she wants to hurt Justin sometimes. Wrap your brain around that one.

Ohhh. I remember something someone asked me the other night. Which I told him/her/it that I would ask around about, sort of an opinion thing: is it wrong to look at your cousin's ass? Like, not a glance, but actually looking at? Are there varying degrees of bad, depending on how closely related they are to you? Do those degrees change depending on if you liked what you were checking out or not?

There you go. Have at!