And here we are at work again. Drinking a Code Red, listening to Launch. Give me the quiet (read: very dull) life. I get a mondo paycheck this Friday, though. I think there needs to be some kind of celebration. Perhaps celebratory calzones, or a Fuzion Frenzy tournament? Hm, I did absolutely no work at all this weekend, so I'm going to have a very interesting (read: hectic) week. Tonight there's a Guerilla performance and I have a group meeting for Com, then I have to write a glossary listing on metaphor which I blew off last night so I could watch cartoons. (All you people not watching "Undergrads," and "Mission Hill" - I strongly reccommend you fix this, and soon.) The Guerilla show, for those interested, is in the Hamilton-Whitten second floor lounge, and begins at 7pm.
Strangely, I still have some optimism regarding Guerilla. I know we had a bad show, I know there are people who aren't on top of their lines and characters, but there is a lot of talent in the group, and honestly... it could be worse. Donnelle and I were talking, and she said that Guerilla makes her miss the days when directors would yell and scream. I don't feel that way, though. I honestly think this "The show will be what you all make it" approach is a lot better than the "I AM SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU" high school productions of yore.
And Josh, please don't tell me that I'll never make it in the world of real theatre. Because I already know that. And I also know I won't make it oustide, either. But thanks anyway.
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