My Lord… Being friends with girls is so exhausting… And I don’t even have the excuse that I’m a dude, and don’t understand them, either! My and Trici are friends again. Again.
My toe freakin’ hurts! Grr… Stupid doorjambs. I think I broke it. It’s this really grody color, hence all the toe covering socks.
Rawr… I is keeping my blog private, though. At least until after I graduate. It may be hypocritical, and whatnot, but I’d feel better about saying how I really feel about people if i didn’t have to see them every day. So sue me.
Um… I’m really excited for Page to Stage! It’s finally coming together, now that it’s so close. I have all my lines memorised (Mostly), and I have tea for tomorrow, and Wednesday.
Why doesn’t spellcheck recognise words spelt the british way? ‘S’ is much more practical then ‘Z’. What if I was a British person using an American laptop?
I hurt my finger throwing a table away at the dump. It’s the kind that doesn’t bleed, but hurts like a whore in hell.
Now i’ve gotta go. Rehearsal isn’t the best place to blog.