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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    :: Monday, October 20, 2003 ::

    You know...for all I complained about rehearsal...I'm kind of missing it. It was really a three hour long socialize fest. Talking with people, making fun of Landon, watching Landon do idiotic things, even the first stages of the whole Jesse/Nick soap opera were kind of funny before they took on a life of their own. So...It's over. No more Macbeth. The school show was good, but I about had a nervous breakdown...I'll get to that in a second.

    Karl and Neil had their fight scene and Neils staff broke in half, flew past Karl's eye and into the audience just missing this girl. Ha ha ha.

    In any case, the guy who plays Donalbain hadn't shown up about five minutes before the performance and Delaney tells me I'm going to have to improvise Shakespeare. The only line he had was directed at me, and we were the only two on stage, so I kind of gasp, because the three lines can't really be combined into one. So Jesse lends me her script and i try to combine them. In any case, when we get backstage, Landon realizes that his one line in the second scene is directed to Ben, and without Ben, it doesn't work. So myself, Alex Kovach, Landon and Sean were running around trying to find Alex Amery to somehow figure out how to work it out.

    Thankfully, Ben shows up and I leap at him with outsretched arms in an attempt to choke him.

    And I started to develop some monster cold during the performance because my throat hurts like hell, I've been coughing all day, my nose has been running and I just feel all around like crap.

    But..funnier moments of today! We discussed the merits of eating children in Whiteside's class (No, I'm really not joking) and how six or seven one year olds would be a plow, eating the dirt, while the farmer stood above them saying "Mush!". Then I got an 84 on my Physics AP quarterly which is 25% of my grade, so this is huge. I was ecstatic.

    The PSAT is tomorrow. I think I may sign out after it unless the Pre-Cal quarterly is also tomorrow.

    Hmm...It's really weird being home at 3:10.

    Current Mood: Crap, but still happy
    Current Music: REM - Anything on Automatic For The People

    :: Nick Monday, October 20, 2003 [+] ::
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