turn the radio on, this is the meltdown...
I am done with my homework goal for the evening. And I dread tomorrow night because I must build the most fabulous set of the season. A quarter inch version of course.
Why not start now you ask? Well, because I have no velum to draft on. And I'm not sure WHAT THE FUCK I'M GOING TO DO. Damn you, Fundamentals of Theatre Design. You are poop. POOP.
I think homework is what I'm made of. A mass of paper mache pencil scratches and ketlab papers glued together with Shakespeare and NCTC.
At least I have layers.
Why not start now you ask? Well, because I have no velum to draft on. And I'm not sure WHAT THE FUCK I'M GOING TO DO. Damn you, Fundamentals of Theatre Design. You are poop. POOP.
I think homework is what I'm made of. A mass of paper mache pencil scratches and ketlab papers glued together with Shakespeare and NCTC.
At least I have layers.