GO TO YOUR CLOSET AND PRAY, CARRIE!
Saddle Club thingo yesterday. Spent all morning getting ready, was in and out in ten minutes *facepalm*
So yeah. They said they'd contact my agent. Fingers crossed for Shit Shoveller #3!
My phone, it turns out, was in the car the entire time >_<
My mother put my iPod through the wash D: This is very, very bad. It happened on Friday night, so I haven't missed it much, as I don't really listen to it much on weekends, but it's gonna be shit tomorrow. 45 minutes on a bus with shitty radio to listen to. Yay. On the bright side, I may be reading more now. It's not entirely dead, more like in a coma, but apparently it can be fixed. Who knew? It went through a fucking washing machine. Wtf? Looks like I'll be doing a lot of begging on broadwayshare soon, depending on whether or not they can save the music. The thing that really sucks is, when the Bare album comes out, I'll have nothing to listen to it on. Goddammit.
I still haven't written my monologue. Luckily, we're going in reverse alphabetical order, so I'm second last. But idk, we'll probably be going through them really quickly, as we don't have another drama lesson for two weeks, damn you timetable!
My eyes are really swollen. I was wearing make up for the Saddle Club thing, and accidentally used the Proactive wipes on my eyes without realising. Srsly, that stuff is fucking lethal. It's full of peroxide and shit, so my face will probably have been burnt off by the time I'm 40.
I friended my best friend from primary school, who I haven't seen in years, on Facebook the other day. I was getting really worried that she wouldn't remember me, as she hadn't accepted after, like, three days. But she did, and all is well. Unfortunately, thanks to screwy timezones, it's gonna be tough finding a suitable hour to talk to her.
letsmakeacrepe
So yeah. They said they'd contact my agent. Fingers crossed for Shit Shoveller #3!
My phone, it turns out, was in the car the entire time >_<
My mother put my iPod through the wash D: This is very, very bad. It happened on Friday night, so I haven't missed it much, as I don't really listen to it much on weekends, but it's gonna be shit tomorrow. 45 minutes on a bus with shitty radio to listen to. Yay. On the bright side, I may be reading more now. It's not entirely dead, more like in a coma, but apparently it can be fixed. Who knew? It went through a fucking washing machine. Wtf? Looks like I'll be doing a lot of begging on broadwayshare soon, depending on whether or not they can save the music. The thing that really sucks is, when the Bare album comes out, I'll have nothing to listen to it on. Goddammit.
I still haven't written my monologue. Luckily, we're going in reverse alphabetical order, so I'm second last. But idk, we'll probably be going through them really quickly, as we don't have another drama lesson for two weeks, damn you timetable!
My eyes are really swollen. I was wearing make up for the Saddle Club thing, and accidentally used the Proactive wipes on my eyes without realising. Srsly, that stuff is fucking lethal. It's full of peroxide and shit, so my face will probably have been burnt off by the time I'm 40.
I friended my best friend from primary school, who I haven't seen in years, on Facebook the other day. I was getting really worried that she wouldn't remember me, as she hadn't accepted after, like, three days. But she did, and all is well. Unfortunately, thanks to screwy timezones, it's gonna be tough finding a suitable hour to talk to her.
letsmakeacrepe