So. Here's the lowdown.
Prom. It's over. It was worth my while.
Mrs. Warren's Profession. It's over. Also worth my while, but next time I'll angle for a paycheck. Lost the smoking bet with my stage crew partner (a good thing in this case), so I bought her a sandwich. Bought myself a jumbo pickle and proceeded to preserve my innards for the next few decades.
The two events listed above have murdered my sleep schedule. At least I have a long weekend coming up.
In a little while I'm off to Berkeley for Shakespeare class with L. Peter Callender. Woot!
One week until Reckless tech.
Why are you looking at this? The blog's just below!
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- Wilson. Sheldon. Milton. Trotsky. Tubal. Powell. Pop. Oscar Lindquist. Wears-Sweatpants-all-the-Time. King Lear. Billy Bibbit. Caldwell B. Cladwell. Tom. Tim Timko. Tom Jr. Juliet. Disconcerting. Progress. Feminine. And always unrepentantly myself.
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6 comments:
You. Have. Class. With. L. Peter. Callendar????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Hate. You.
Oh btw, we should go see Caitlin's show together! R ur sundays free?
Yep. Being eighteen but not graduated I'm in that narrow age window where I qualify for both the youth and adult classes. *rubs back of head anime-style*
Good idea! AFAIK, both my Sundays are open. I have an essay to finish this weekend, but I also get Friday off so it balances out. What's your preference?
Damn u and ur accursed adultness!!!!
You must tell me all about the awesomeness of the class.
Then I shall kill you.
Slowly.
oops, that was me.
-Lilly
I'd like to go with you guys, but I'm afraid my work schedule might conflict and fuck everything up.
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