I'm getting a cold. Sniffle, sniffle. And I'm going to have to go to school tomorrow. Urg.
Went and saw "Chicago" at KSU on Saturday. It was very good. Today I went to work. It was pretty boring. I found that I won't be working lights for the play... ^____^ I've decided to just make the best of it.
Also heard that the Russian accent people aren't doing a very good job at it. *smiles with vague amusement* Yes, you see... Stephanie's theatrical Russian accent is quite good and quite polished. But nooo-ooo... pick Greg and Carmel. Who *can't* do the accents.
Yes, that makes perfect sense. I've only been inventing and imitating accents since I was... oh... five or six?
As avant-garde as you are notorious, your reputation as the Bad Boy of Bag End precedes you. Sure, you might stir up a little controversy now and then, but deep down you're a nice, open-minded guy-- you just seem to be a magnet for weird friends and risky situations. You're tougher than most, so don't forget to stick to your guns (or your Elven knives) next time someone complains about your nontraditionalist taste in art or the way you tend to leave things unfinished. If they don't get it, it's their loss, after all.
I have four months and seven days from today to live, apparently...
I Will Take my own life!.
After going through with your own well thought out version of columbine you finally turn the gun on yourself... the thick coat of brains and coagulated blood was a bitch to get off the auditorium wall. You sure showed them!
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Now that almost makes me wanna kill myself.