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Here I am in the LRC, fourth period, on Wednesday. Quick review of current events before I go schedule apeshit and remind myself of all the shit I have to do.
Alright, the other day, tryouts for the play Beverly Hillbillies happened. Things went pretty well, and my brother Mark even showed up at tried out, performing a short little thingie from Airplane II: The Sequel. Way to represent, Mark, woot.
I got the part of Drysdale, the banker guy who's all snobby and Beverly Hills-esque. Hopefully I can still be sexy-cool in this play. Some of the casting for this play was fucking weird, like I don't understand what Mrs. J was thinking, but alas, the first morning practice is tomorrow morning. Goooood lord.
I am utterly exhausted, I stayed up late doing homework last night after I went out with people to Panera till 8 or so. Time for me to outline my life, lezzz go:
Today, Wednesday
Haircut, 2:30 or 2:45?
Thursday
Morning practice, 6:45
Announcements for Eric, 7:45
Scholastic Bowl Meeting, post-school
Second City- 6:45
Friday
Senior portrait, 3:00
Saturday
DePaul Audition!
Alright, so it's actually only Thursday where a lot of shit is going down. That's pretty re-assuring...seriously, I probably would've bent myself out of shape had it not been for me writing all that down. There's also research paper and other homework floating all over the place...alas I will survive. I won't let you down, Gloria Gaynor.
For now I'm going to depart. I'm sure I'm going to be hollered at any second, I'm so off task.
Besides that, I'm doing much better, so with, I leave you. Farewell for now.
Louis.
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