Last week I auditioned for the production of the Vagina Monologues at my school and I found out today that I didn’t get in the cast. I’m disappointed. It sucks because I thought the audition went really well. Oh well. My vagina will be quiet for now.

Otherwise today was work filled. I stayed up to late last night and then had to drag myself out of bed for an eight-thirty class. This wouldn’t really matter if I were in a lecture of four hundred, but no, I’m in a seminar of nine. I spent a good part of the class trying to keep my eyelids up. I got to a point where my eyes would be open but I swear they must have been rolling around because the image in front of me kept unfocussing and swirling and bending. I wish I could have filmed it to see what it looked like because I felt like they were all over the place.

Then I moved on to my acting class where I had to deal with my horrible collaborative play group. Horrible. Just hand me a script, appoint a director and I’ll be happy. (Especially if I’m the one who is appointed director.)

Ah well, I’m off to crochet and watch the Emperor’s New Groove while thinking about how I should be reading Utopia.