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Reason #373 Why I'm Glad I Have a Mac:





Callbacks tonight went pretty okay, I think. I'm trying not to get my hopes up for fear of ultimate failure and regection, but I'm relatively happy with what I did. I have more tomorrow for the crazy rendition of The Crucible. It's weird, but I'm kind of hoping I don't get cast in that. I think it would be a really interesting play to see. Yeah. I'm lame.

Classes continue to be relatively interesting, aside from math. I'm getting along really well with everyone in the theatre department so far. Most of the newbies are banning together and finding solace in the fact that we are oh-so-alone-and-naïve. It's kind of nice, really. Clarky's doing his best to show me around and make sure I don't get raped/attacked/deaded without just cause. Which is good of him. I'm sure.

Chelsea and I have an infestation of ants. We don't know why or how; we've done absolutely nothing to encourage their existence, and yet they come! I've been getting a lot of mysterious bite marks on various parts of my body. We're thinking it might be the little ant-dudes, which kind of pisses me off. I mean, I do my best not to harm other living creatures, but those fuckers are gonna die.

There's this kid down here in the theatre programme that my mum used to babysit way back when. This one time, he got pissed at my brother and stabbed a pencil into his hand. Now he smokes like a chimney and apparently wants to be an actor. It's very surreal, especially when I'm supposed to be married to him. Little awkward.

My tummy hurts. Mrph.

I think that all speech teachers are secretly the same. This guy, Bennett, the grad student that teaches my Oral Comm class acts so much like Mr Allen. He doesn't tell all the dirty jokes and there's not as much of him to love, but his vocal patterns and teaching style? It's kind of scary! And they kind of look similar in their facial structure and such. I don't really know how to deal with this. It kind of freaks me out.

I have this problem. It's called blogging. I can't stop blogging. Whenever I tell myself that I need to stop, I have to compulsion to start again. It's destroying my life. It's giving me ulcers. BUT I CAN'T STOP! It's a compulsion! I also can't stop doing really dumb things in front of my roommate and have her laugh at me. That's not so bad, though. I know I'm a weird kid. It's kind of comforting when someone else acknowledges that.

I was just overcome with this dreadful surge of loneliness. Mrph. I hate it when that happens. Then there's nothing you can do but bite down and take it. Gah...

I'll be home in a week. It's a good thought to keep in mind most days.