December 11th, 2002


"A hit, a very palpable hit!"

I am so tired of being such a damn perfectionist. >_> I could probably spend my entire life on one drawing because I'm so anal. One painting, one novel, one character. Just trying to get it right.

I love my character in the play. Kate. It feels so wonderfully natural to walk around as her, speak more like her, live her life in retrospection. I still need the cane to get the full effect, but I can feel it coming together already. After two rehearsals. I feel myself wanting to stay within her and not leave.

Mmm. Art, acting. Oekaki all night long and not even a third of the way done. Well, I know what I'll be doing tomorrow.

Hamlet, the grrrrrrrrrrreeeeeat Dane! A boy looked through my sketchpad today! With all my slashy arts. And he liked it! Well, not the slash, but the drawings. Cute boy, very sweet.

Mommy? Would you like to knit me a Gryffindor scarf? ... Do you even still knit? We shall talk on the phone.

That's my one big want for holiday. Besides... money. Which is always in season. But I would like a Gryffindor scarf. Gryffindork. I think mummy is a Ravenclaw.
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