Something new has come along to upset me: Stephen Gately's dead.
When I saw it on Twitter, I hoped it wasn't true...but it is. It is very very sad and I am actually more upset by that than I was about Heath Ledger and Patrick Swayze. And I forgot that Michael Jackson was even dead...so there you go.
I'm meant to be doing an essay about Hamlet but I'm just not in the mood. Let's talk about something nicer.
At my drama group this morning we got the results of the auditions last week. We're doing the show Honk! which has so many named parts, it's crazy. My three closest friends are playing the three proper leads and loads of other people I love have smaller parts. I play the female lead's best friend, which suits me fine because she is one of my real best friends and I love her to bits. There's been a little bit of questioning of a few casting decisions, but we'll deal. The main question mark is over having a short fourteen-year-old dancer play the villain's love interest - the villain being my very tall, very seventeen, very uncoordinated friend. Good luck to the girl, I say.
It should be pretty good. I just hope they give me something good to do in the second act though, because all my lines are in the first half.
Right, I'm going to go and make the decision between working and sleeping - I'm crazily over-tired, considering that I've slept quite a lot this weekend despite a few late nights
Bye
<3
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