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I haven't even graduated form high school yet and I'm already sick of college. I'm sick of having to make a decision on what the hell I'm going to do with my life. ((visual design...I know, majoring in art, oh god...doing communication art and probably getting into game design = NERD)). I'm sick of looking at places to go. ((Seattle? Portland? Bellingham? Vancouver? Pullman? Thailand? Moscow your mom? NICE)). I'm sick of figuring out how I'm going to pay for all of this. ((HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, HOW AM I GOING TO PAY FOR ALL OF THIS?!)) I'm sick of procrastinating on making a portfolio. ((not procrastinating...meditating)).
In other news, I tried out for some Shakespeare play I've never heard of before. I thought this might be a good idea for the following reasons:
Oh well. Nobody goes to these things anyway.
In other news, I tried out for some Shakespeare play I've never heard of before. I thought this might be a good idea for the following reasons:
- I have not done any drama stuff in years.
- Last time I was in a Shakespeare play I got to play a man and it was awesome. There is nothing more exciting than cross dressing every evening for two weeks. I even had a 6:00 o'clock shadow make-upped onto my face.
- It'll give me an excuse not to go back to work.
- I despise Mrs. Hunter. I've never done a play with her. And I despise her.
- I don't fit in with anybody else in the drama department.
- I despise Mrs. Hunter. She is stupid and got this ridiculously abridged version of The Twelfth Night. It's like Shakespeare for halfwits.
- Part of this abridged script includes two Announcers who narrate what's going on because this abridged version is stupid.
- I'm one of the Announcers.
Oh well. Nobody goes to these things anyway.