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    Standing in the shadows at the edge of my bed :: Saturday, August 28, 2004 ::

    I can't find my Rush of Blood to the Head CD. And this is bothering me, because I really would like to listen to it right now, though the Amadeus soundtrack is currently my binge item of choice because I watched the first half of Amadeus over today to get ideas if I decide to direct it over Long Day's Journey Into Night, which I finally found a copy of and got, and the soundtrack is awesome so I've been listening to it pretty much all day.

    That was one long sentence.

    It's nice that I only have some stats homework over the weekend. Unless there's some biology homework I don't know about. Is Jaquana getting out of that class? Because I'm really tired of her.

    I'm going to Anna's tonight...whee! That'll be fun. Though I should be spending today reading and rereading and cutting some of Long Day's Journey Into Night so I can talk to Mitchell about it.

    I cannot wait for my independent study on monday. Going without it, even for only one day, has sent me into this withdrawl and I need to see all those silly little freshmen in that class and laugh at the comments some of them make (Regarding Prom: "I'll be able to find a guy at Northwest to take me to prom!") and laugh at how they can't quite grasp the concept that when Mrs. O'Neill tells you to get out the damn door in a scene and for you to stop the person getting out said damn door, you can't just touch their shoulder to stop them, and they can't just stop because their shoulder has been touched. I was in pain I was laughing so hard during that scene.

    It's the true dork in me, but I really enjoyed searching the CLC catalog in the library for quotes to support my interpretation of One Hundred Years of Solitude. I mean, I really enjoyed it and will probably try to do that very often.

    Rehearsals are going fine, albeit horribly, awfully boring. Actually, when Delaney tried to put the ghost in the Hamlette and Gertrude scene, the result was so comically awful that it actually made up for the tepidness of yesterday's rehearsal. Thank God he took it out.

    Um, so, okay.

    Current Mood: YOu can pick my mood for me. It doesn't really matter right now
    Current Music: Anonymous - Bubak and Hungaricus

    :: Nick Saturday, August 28, 2004 [+] ::
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