Feb 04, 2006 13:06
the music died yesterday. RIP Buddy, Richie, and J.P.
we got our parts. i play the lead's mother. yay? i don't have to tap though, i don't think. i mean, it would be a pretty fucked up play if they had a seventy-something woman feverishly tapping on a rocking boat. i just can't wait for the parts in play practice when i don't do stuff, so i watch the scene they're working on, and critique it in my mind. you know you do it too. you know it's fun, especially if someone sucks.
but i can be a mother. here, i'll try: "Angela, you never update anymore. you worry your poor mothah. i never heah from you anymore, either. Oy vey, what will become of my poor daughdah? ya got some schmutz."
still haven't called the mechanic yet. i probably should. it's been a week and a half. but he always treats me like a clueless female teenager. "(sighs) if it stops while it's running, then it isn't a problem with the battery." me: "but the cables come off." him: "(sighs again) what i'm trying to get through to you is that the battery isn't the only problem here" me:(frustrated beyond reason)"whatever just come and FIX IT! (in my mind) FUCKER!"
it's 1:30. i better get dressed.
drive safetly. i worry about you. (that's my mother practice again)