late nights, bright lights

So the boyfriend is pissy at me now.

I didn't go with him to a stag&doe at a bar full drunk people for a couple I've never met. I vaguely know the bride's sister, however, and she hates me. So just like last time he went to the bar with her, she's going to attempt to make him see what a self-centred slutty bitch I am...

The only reason I got invited was a) so they would get my cover and
b) because he asked if he could bring me

So now he's gone and I have no idea when he'll be back, and I'm at his place waiting for him to come back and get yell-y at me when I could be at my place, not waiting for him to be pissed.

How do I get myself into these obnoxious problems?

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Been throwing up for nearing twenty four hours now. Feel gross.

Workshopping my audition pieces for The Vagina Monologues auditions tonight. Hope all goes well; shall keep the world posted on how that turns out.

The rehearsal afterwards. Urgh, rehearsal. I am determined to be the best that I can, but to be honest, it's very taxing.

Gods I really hate everything; you have no idea.

Internet was out for a long time. Shame on it. Tech support was no help at all, but I am not surprised.

What is with all my very good friends suddenly hating me? I think there's a conspiracy. But then again, I am not surprised.

It's not like I really them to begin with.

And to quote the famous and wise Lucky Enderly: "Self esteem was supposed to be for everyone."

Going to TO with Grandma tomorrow to the Royal Alex. Hate Tennesse Williams' plays, but shall suffer through a production of Orpheus Descending for Grandma's sake.

I got Candy Land yesterday. Anyone want to play?

NANOWRIMO HAS BEGUN.

I LOVE MY FELLOW NORTH BAY NANOERS SO MUCH THAT I AM TURNING GRYFF.

*cries and has total puff love*

Anyways, the North bay Chickens are totally awesome, every single dang one... but especially Lacey, David and Sarah. *plays favourites* What can I say, I'm shameless.

My word count is thriving, my classics assingment is getting done, AND so is english. It's true-- you get more accomplished when you are trying to do a million things at once.

I want everyone to whip out a pen and take this down:

If you are exhausted and have an eight thirty class on a Thursday, do not go out on Wednesday until 4 am with the local drama club. because drama students are crazy and it will not make it easier in your class the next day.

Also, I love Sam. I love Sam so so so so much. And I even love Sarah a little. And Paul[s]. And Trina and Craig. For being kind even when I was very very not.

[and loves to the Mango, because not a day goes by when I don't love my Mango]

Fuck it, I love everyone.

Okay, a few quick things before I sleep. Mmmm, sleep.

Quick thing the first
Putting 35 cents on your debit card sucks. Fucking Greenshield. Stupidest system ever.

...

I was kidding Mister Greenshield, oh god, please don't cancel my coverage iloveyouuuuu!

Quick thing the second
Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone and then you get it back again and go 'fuck, why did I not miss that more?'

Seriously. I. Love. Drama.

Okay, so tonight was just 'let's play games and get to know eachother' but still. We played freeze. Do you know how much I used to hate that game? I was always afraid I would look like a moron. Turns out I am great at it. Seriously. <3

Real rehearsals start tomorrow.

Our stage manager is [[the words that were originally scrawled here were mysteriously wiped out. Please redial]] The girl SM looks like she knows what's going on, at least. We're gonna have so much fun!

[Is it wrong I want the second cast girl for Miss Prism to drop out? I should stop being cruel and be glad I only have 4.5 hours of rehearsal a week. If she drops, I'll have 7.5... That would be killer]

Quick thing the third
Scary ass spider web on our door! Stay away from our apartment, yo!

[It's glittery!]

Quick thing the fourth
I am so zen right now. Seriously. It might be the peppermint tea. I actually excited to go to bed and then get up and go to class. I have a good feeling about tomorrow. Maybe I will give everyone a hug tomorrow. Maybe... Maybe I'll just have a shot when I wake up to really get me going.

Quick thing the last
I was kidding about the drinking.

Hey, hey, hey.

Remember when Jeremy swallowed the banana condom?

Funniest.

Moment.

Ever.

But seriously, I'm a lot more knowledgable and attentive than most people give me credit for. I'm watching yoooou.

FACU!

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.]

I am soooo tired that I just might FALL OVER.

Blocked my contemporary monologue tonight, and I got some sweet ass mail.
ANNNND I get to sleep in tomorrow.

Woohoo!

That was entirely a waste of my time.

I vote next time, I don't write the whole thing. And you know they're all going to have a problem with it. And when we don't get one hudred percent, they're going to blame me. But I did the best I could. I mean... I tired. And I had to watch seemingly endless episodes of Star Trek today. It ate my writing-capacity.

Curses.

Seriously though, it's not half bad. My character and Amanda's are the best ones. We're adorable without being too ew.

I love that we picked my idea. I love that I got to not get utterly shafted this year [though Katie has returned to her regular self, so it could still happen].

A Little Snippet

Victoria: Aw, shit!
Stacey: Please don’t swear. I don’t like it.
Victoria: Oh… shit, I’m sorry.
Stacey: [begins to cry again]
Charlotte: Oh, there’s no need for tears. Saltwater doesn’t make the flowers grow.
Katherine: Oh Christ.
Victoria: Shit, that’s lame…
Camille: If I was your mother, I’d wash your mouth out with soap!
Victoria: If you were my mother, I’d hate you too.
Charlotte: Oh my, now I think you’re being a little harsh. You don’t really hate your mother.
Victoria: You’re right, at least not as much as I hate my father.

There is no
life I know
to compare with pure imagination
living there
you'll be free
if you truly wish
to be.

What would I do in a world of pure imagination? I wouldn't get yelled at for stupid little things like forgetting to let the dogs out or not vacuuming on Wednesday when I vacuumed on Saturday.

Colin came down and took my to the library where we read children's books for an hour and a half. I feel surprisingly better. Or at least I did until I walked into the house.

As lame as it sounds, I want to do it again [the reading books at library with boy, not the getting yelled at and feeling like trash].

In my world of pure imagination, I wouldn't have to clean my room, because it would always be clean. In my world of pure imagination, Leah wouldn't make up excuses for skipping class when we have fifteen days [FIFTEEN DAYS] of rehearsal left to pull together a full-scale musical. Yeah, having your period and cramps and stuff sucks really bad, especially because your ugly-but-still-nice boyfriend just moved to Burlington, but shut the fuck up and dance your skinny little ass off, whore. I mean, I did; Janyne did; Shar did [minus the 'skinny little ass' part].

In my world of pure imagination, I would not have had a panic attack at the dentist's today. Ehh, her fault for putting me in the x-ray machine. My file said I was prone to panic attacks in small spaces, but did she listen? Fool.

In other news, I made tons of money for the Canadian Cancer Society's Daffodil Drive today. Well, me and my assistants. [I was officiating. Suckers.] Remember kids, BUY DAFFODILS.