Radio Lady

Posted Xanga from last night:
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Life is tired and dull and play practice tonight sucked due to the fact that I kept screwing up lines and blocking. And there were certain parties sitting in the balcony again, which made me more pissed off than I've been in a long time. And I will be forced to leave the comfort of my pillow 20 min earlier tomorrow due to the fact that I have to attend a radio promo deal for the play at 8:00 a.m. with Scott and Jared. With whom I have no lines. Isn't that handy? "Give us a clip!" Well...about that. Smart thinkin there Scott. Brilliant moment.

The word brilliant brings back some amusing memories. I think I'll crash on that note. Actually, I'll brush my teeth, and wash 1/2 a bottle of hairspray out of my hair on that note. Which means that by the time I actually come around to going to sleep, I'll have thought of something non-amusing and will in all probability have more psychotic dreams involving knife throwing (its now become a subconscious obsession. Beware). And I'm just going to shut up now. I don't even really sound like myself anymore...its a sad moment for the Brady Bunch family.
-Shell
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Posted blogging today:
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The radio thing went well. No one was supposed to know about it from the cast though, and I posted it on Xanga and forgot Chad reads that so crap...hope he doesn't say anything. Director didn't want anyone to be upset they couldn't come. Buggering...I'm so tired. And hungry. Ran out without breakfast and I just can't survive for very long without breakfast. Can go all day without food...BUT MUST HAVE BREAKFAST!! And I didn't have any weird knife dreams. A little dissapointing actually...

Later
-Shell
*runs off to vending machines*