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Tues, Jan. 13
... Won't give it back to you
Wow. Who knew that getting caught up could hinder your life so much? Well, sort of. In a way. Still behind in reading, etc, but you know... it's all good.

I'm finally almost caught up (for now) on showcase stuff, though. Now it's just a matter of getting/keeping the rest of my life in order. 7 days into the new semester, and I'm already falling behind on lines.

Auditions were last night--I find out tomorrow if I got a part. I kind of think I did, but I don't know for sure... and that's not being cocky; that's just deductive thinking. I don't know if I want a part, though. I mean, I do, but my schedule would like me a lot better if I was doing tech. Whatever I get, I get, I guess. I told Cindy that I'd be happy with tech or acting, and I'm just trying to leave it in God's hands. If I get a part, then He knows I can handle it. If I don't, He knows I need the extra time.

So, graduation. Coming up pretty quickly. It's interesting how things work out with our class. Between the 10-ish of us who have been together for the past 4 years, there's a lot of history and a lot of memories, and no matter how rocky the road has been, there's the bond and the connection that's there, no matter what. There are some different plans for graduation, like a houseboating trip, and last night, I heard about another idea... matching tattoos. Something that will be something that represents our class, and then we'll all get the same tattoo, wherever we want, and whatever size we want.

It seems fitting to me. We're at a point where we've all scarred each other so much that we may as well be physically scarred because of each other. Heh. Seriously, though, I think we've impacted each other so much that a tattoo is an appropriate symbol of our 4 years here. Not because we're scarred, but... oh, you know.

Anyways, I have textbooks to buy and lines to memorize, so I should get myself doing something productive and worthwhile.
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posted at 2:57 p.m.