not falling down

Walking into Forum auditions yesterday was like a sorority recruitment meeting. Twenty girls, twogay directors and… Jordan.

“A boy!” they cried.

“Dear God, Brendan,” Jordan said, with panic in his eyes.

I think I broke some hearts when I told them I was just going in for crew. No, not the girls–I’mtalking about Wes, the gay-but-doesn’t-know-it director, who looked at me pitifully as weleft.

“I already had you cast!”

I wanted to say “I know,” but I didn’t.

Tonight should be SS practice night,if we can pry Darren’s wang loose long enough to drag him over there. Then tomorrow night isShenanigans auditions, at which I’m supposed to teach something (ha ha!), and somewhere in thereI’m supposed to toon and write some Benedict.

There are lots of people better at journaling than me.

way to go do the deed
throw the punches like Apollo Creed

Back and forward (to and fro–aren’t I clever?) are written. I reign supreme.

Actually I just put this in here to test that they’re both working. One can do comedy, two can playdrama, but tragedy requires three…

I’m currently rejoicing in my mad coding skills, as I’ve successfully written the updater scriptfor this journal thingamabob. Rush of endorphins and all that. I predict it will last all of tenminutes.

I should be studying for the morning’s Theatre History quiz instead of doing this, but screw that.Now for the back and forward buttons.