So CFTA auditions for Macbeth were last night.  The guy handing out forms was a self-rightous jerk.  The director admittedly scared me at first by going around in sunglasses inside at night (later discovered to be the fault of ocular issues).  And one of the women who read the three weird sisters' "double double" monologue had actually called the director's wife and found out he was looking for "earthy, provocative sisters."  So we were.... Earthy and provocative, I guess.  During Earthy Provocation, I realise that the last time most of these people saw me I was capricious, prepubescent, asexual Ariel.  Proceed to feel Earthy-Provocative-Awkward.  Then botch Lady Macbeth's monologue later.  But the whole thing was fun, quite good.  Well, the witch's scene royally rocked out, anyway.  Woohoo!

I need help.  Completely unrelated to the above paragraph.

I had a really weird dream about prom.  Like, REALLY weird.  Extra-weird.  Downright insane, even.  Combined with September 11 and coal mines.  Yeah, that weird.

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