you gave your life

mood: okay
music: nothing, surprisingly
CPCetc: thinking back is hard to do

Marion stayed the night last night. It was good. I can't stay in bed for more than eight hours without my skin crawling, but it was still good. I'll never survive in college. I don't like sleep enough.

I've got to choose monologues for TheatreFest auditions. I only just realised this, of course. I've been thinking that TheatreFest was something very far away in the future. But it's in two weeks or so, isn't it? Guess that means I have to start working that out.

The problem is, I don't have any short monologues that I actually like. And then the monologues I do find that I fall in love with I absolutely adore. Like this one. It's incredible in my eyes, but it's from a story. I've edited it so that it isn't terribly long, but I don't think they'll let me use it. Do you have to say what play your piece is from? Because if that's the case, I can't. If not, I might just go ahead and use it. It's a nice bit of writing; it should get some attention.

Ah well. I suppose I've got time.

I'm feeling rather nostalgic. I thought cleaning my room would clear that, but I guess I was wrong. Oh well. I suppose I'll just have to steal Marion after I clean my gran's house tomorrow and force her to do silly, pointless things. You're not against that, are you darling? I'm dying for some such attention.

I'd go work on some writing if I knew what to say. I'm afraid I don't, though. Oh well.