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Ok so ignore everything I said about hating people in the last update. I was just insanely angry. Oh, but I still hate Drama Lit and Mrs. Johnson is of course, still on crack. The best thing ever is happening on April 24th and there is no way I can go to it. The original cast of Rent is coming back to Broadway and performing for a special 10th anniversary benefit. Plaid pants...in the flesh. And I won't be there to see it. Emily came over right after we found out and we talked about what we would do if we were there. We decided that we would end up crying through the whole thing just being in their presence and then at curtain call I would run on stage and jump on Adam Pascal's back. We also decided if we couldn't get tickets we would cut a hole in the celing and lower ourselves down on harnesses and watch the movie hanging there then at the end lower ourselves onto Adam Pascal and Anthony Rapp. Yeah while we were talking I literally started hyperventalating. Not even kidding. It was bad. Emily bought Anthony Rapp's book. I'm getting it as soon as I can. It sounds amazing. Tomorrow I have to endure 5 hours and 15 minutes of Mr. Burdett and his shiny head. I just might die. If this is the last thing I ever write I'm asking all of you to come to my funeral. I got a myspace but I haven't done anything with it so I need some help with that. Ok well I'm going to go finish my book so I can start on a brand new one for tomorrow and my 5 hours of testing.