we all know conspiracies are dumb

mood: nervous
music: mama says, complete with visuals
CPCetc: work your magic, chanukah socks!

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I have a meeting with the theatre director at Wesleyan today and I am completely unprepared.

::screams in fear and runs away:: Hai hai hai!!!!!

What am I going to do? I don't know what kinds of questions I should ask? I mean, I have a great deal of lust respect towards their theatre department, considering I a.) have never seen a bad production there, 2.) know various people involved in it and iii.) frickin' adore their space. But I'm incredibly overwhelmed about this whole experience, even after I promised myself I wouldn't be.

Shit, shit, guys! I'm going to be the poorest person within the grounds! That's frightening!! And I don't have a hair dryer! And I'm on the tail-end of the bubonic plague! What if she takes one look at me and just goes "excuse me, little girl, are you lost?" or "the soup kitchen's on the next block dear."????

::bites nails compulsively::

I'm going to go find big words that make me sound intelligent. ::vigorous nod::