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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    :: Monday, October 13, 2003 ::

    I think...Think being the operative word here...I THINK...I may have passed my Pre-Calculus test

    *Doing every unjinx known to man*

    So...rehearsal...well...one line note (I can't get that line right. Therefore justs sounds better than Thereby, and so Therefore pops out) and I don't really want lights anymore. It's great to act in a blackout because nobody can see you laughing...not that I laughed at any point in a blackout...no...not at all.

    Delaney changed the final scene music...so it's not as Richard Wagner "Ride of the Valkyries" as it was...which is nice, because I had managed to stop laughing when I was being hailed, but that music was so...hmm...what's the right word...ridiculous that it just made me laugh.

    The ragweed decided to launch a full attack upon me today. I had mucus dripping down my throat the entire day and my eyes were red. Tech week. Ragweed. Performance this friday. PERFECT timing. I mean, brilliant timing.

    I still have no costume. But, then again, street clothes would probably look better than that dress/robe/thing Andrew has to wear and that Batman outfit Landon has been given.

    Teacher Quote of the Day

    You know what DA stands for next to your name? Dumbass
    -Mr. Dillard to Theo

    Current Mood: Tired
    Current Music: Cowboy Junkies - Common Disaster

    :: Nick Monday, October 13, 2003 [+] ::
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