So, spear, we meet again.

Last night I auditioned for Moliere's The Learned Ladies. The good news? I have been cast. The bad news? My role seems to consist of three lines of IP and a fall. Of course, I am a freshie again. Climb the ranks, Peter. Climb the ranks.

In other news, my duplicity on Facebook has led another freshman (who, incidentally, was also cast) to decide that he shall continue to call me "Memorizes" (pronounced with a stressed "o" and short "i") in revenge for misleading him.