Kay, so the play is coming up, the performances are maybe...May 1 and 2? I'm not totally sure. Its coming up though.
Today, we went to Barkstall, and read to some midgets, who were, suprisingly, shorter than Troy. I didn't think that was possible. Anyways, I read to a really quiet kid in third grade, two adorable chatterboxes in kindergarten, and a slightly illiterate dude in maybe second grade. The chatterboxes gave me hugs when I had to leave. I felt loved.
Andrew was complaining about it quite a bit though. he didn't like who he read to.
Jess and Sammy, two eigth grade thespians in the play, were also there. We went to hessel park for lunch, and she pointed at a ditch and was like, "this is where you were concieved."
They're very dirty, but I love them anyway.
Jess plays Ida, Sammy plays the cat, if you guys see the show.
And yet again, I have a name in the script, but no one says my name in a way that suggests it.
I might be doomed to be a nameless backround man for the rest of my life....
On the plus side, I have 11 lines and a shitty solo!
Yay me, I feel less emo.
1 comment:
Who sai you were allowed to be less emo? When you are going to go all cheerful all of a sudden, you need to actually give people some warning. How else are we supposed to know when to avoid you? Kidding. It's good that you don't feel emo. I have every right to complain; my reading buddies were horrible. Yay, semicolon!
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