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[onthesubwaywall]

live journal is against me. Or rather my computer is against me. I've tried to update several times and my computer has either gone crazy and shut down or Erica has flipped the on-off switch thinking it was the volume. We shall see how this attempt goes. I'm still at Clark, just about everyone else is long gone home. It was a little peculiar being in the dorm all night with no one laughing outside or singing Weezer outside or friends or any form of distraction other then the mess in my room. So I actually succeeded in getting a good start to my huge art project which is due dangerously soon. I'm hoping that with this, like many other projects, starting will be the hardest part. I have been extremely annoying all week I'm sure, whenever anyone mentioned how excited they were (which is extremely annoying to only those not going home i.e. MOI)to be going home I'd flinch and bitch, as I am hella, yes HELLA, jealous. I miss the city like no other mofo (yes, that was for you :-) And the state. I made a San Francisco/California mixx to make myself feel better, and it really did help. I'm actually excited to be going home in about 4 weeks. It may be slightly premature but I don't care, and besides those 4 weeks are going to fucking fly by. And be wicked stressful. My time will be spent between drawing, paper, studying, and fucking Pippin rehersal. I have lost so much enthusiam for the show it's really depressing. I HATE the director. He is an ass. Pippin looks like Drew Carey, which wouldnt be so bad if he could act, which he can't. We haven't gotten fucking music!!! The show is in 3 weeks and we've been learning pretty much everything by ear WHICH I HATE AND IS SOOOOOO UNPROFESSIONAL and I don't care if that sounds snobby. Fucking ass of a director told me he would be fine if I just did the music the way it is on the CD. And with that I lost the tiny shred of respect I had previously had for him. Ass with a capitol A. Makes me miss Joe, really miss Joe. It's awful, I don't care about the show at all anymore. I have no more energy and do my scenes and feel like I suck, because I don't have the drive to put in what I need to put in to kick ass. But I know I have to kick ass because we are actually going to have public performances (god know why). So I have to overcome all these obsticals and shine. Big fat challenge, wish me luck. That's the bad theater news. The good theater news is that I got the vagina monologue, or at least part of the vagina monologue, called "I Was There in the Room". It's rather graphic about birth, and I am still psyched. And I've been doing an audition workshop with the director of the v&pa department spring show "Tis Pity She's a Whore", and she is awesome. I really hope I get a part; now that I know how awesome she is, I'll be especially disappointed if I don't. Well now I'd better get ready to shove off. I'm going to South Hampton for the break, to see my Aunt Margaret and Uncle Charlie. I've only been to their house in the summer when their garden is gorgeous, and I'm a little afraid to see it brown and dead, but other then that it should be fun. And I don't think we are having a traditional Thanksgiving dinner, which is fine by me. It will be very nice to get out of Worcester and see the ocean (even if it's not the Pacific), hurrah!
Have a great Thanksgiving everyone. And just to be sappy, let me say I am thankful for y'all.

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