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I've been sorting through my Hebrew music today, trying to find something suitable for BZ tomorrow. Let me tell you: When it comes to sad songs, this little country has some real gems. I may have shed a tear or two during "מכתב קטן".
On the Lev front--Still no answer. Just pick up your phone, man!
I spent a good deal of my time today whimpering about how my best friend is in Canada and I oh-so want to see her. My dad gives me hope. "Call your grandparents. Tell them you want to visit."
Lesly totally pissed me off at rehearsals today. First off, what kind of a director doesn't know what terms like blocking, cheating-out and...there was another one, can't remember, are?! I mean, BASICS! Please.
Second! *explodes* OGWTFBBQ?! What kind of a director sits in a chair and...well, doesn't direct?!?! ESPECIALLY when you're working with children!!! She doesn't move. "No, try that again." I had to PUSH to get rehearsals going. I hate to brag, but if I hadn't been up and directing myself, the whole scene would've been a total, God-forsaken mess. She's something of a Stage Mother as well. Sheesh. I hope we don't have her again.
Lookit! I have an omgflaming!Ivan icon. It makes me happy.