It's amazing that I have not simply woken up and decided to dicontinue my education and spend my days with science fiction books and Prismacolors, living on croissants and cremecicles. If Attar and Martin hadn't been there to wink at me, I don't know how I would have gotten through tech. Mmmm...and that dummer, eh Martin?

And for everything not related to Postlude...things are alright. The popular topic lately is Prom, which is kind of concerning because I don't have money to pay Chels back, let alone buy a dress. Cait's a bit frazzled too, I think. And it's only March.

I wish we didn't have school tomorrow. so everyone could sleep late and spend the day doing enjoyable things, like watching movies with their friends and getting the hiccups ((winkwink)) and not going to play rehearsal. Instead of fevers and substitutes and sex talks in the weight room. I can't quite handle all those right now. There should be more Thursday holidays.

Mom was telling me about the drama program at Syracuse...freshmen tech stuff and sophomore year you can do productions. They offer an exchange where you can go and train at real theatres. In Europe. Like in London. London, England, the mother country. Yeah...that's really very intriguing.
London is pretty far away though. And fairly expensive. And since when I am going to be an actor, mum?

How far away is San Antonio from London?

ash @ 9:49 PM