Martha Stewart going home. Love that bitch. Love that bitch. I was so pissed that they think they could corral and ruin my Martha. Nothing is ever gonna stop her.
Instead of doing my homework last night as I should have, Jill B and Anna W. convinced me to go out with them on my off night. I went out Tuesday as Jen has already documented (sang some more songs to rock the house--Jen and I had line dancers for Dolly). So I went out for one drink. Two drinks and a few hours later, I've thoroughly embarrassed myself with stories of my penis, conquests, concerts and the like. I don't even remember all the stories, but Anna said that I got much louder since she graduated. Hmmm. Wonder when that happened. Ended up going to Shitty's and then coming home at 3 am to do homework. Pulled a "I didn't know what to do here. Can I have another day?" It so worked.
Speaking of not doing homework, my directing class is driving me crazy. Our professor evidently has no clue what auditioning is and what happens when it occurs. I can't believe the type of advice she has been giving us. But in terms of happy things...I screamed a lot after that class. Scared the shit out of Randy. Things like that make me happy.
In really good news, Jill said that I could get a job with the theatre company she is working with if I figure out that is what I want to do. So I have started thinking about my future.
Like for instance. OK Go--March 14th in STL with Rachel and Jill. The Killers with Jenny sometime in May. The future holds wonderful things.
This post sucks. I might change it later. But I had to update.