I was invited to Canada today. ~shrugs~ She didn't give any particular reason. Once she found out my age, she asked if I had a birth certificate, then asked if I wanted to go to Canada.

I didn't get it either. Still don't.

Had my audition today. The singing part kinda sucked. See, auditions were going really slow. About ten people an hour. I met some cool people there and we were getting hungry, so we went down to the eateries to get some dinner, figuring we had plenty of time. We're walking back and as we approach the theatre, a woman steps out and asks for me, then says I'm the next to audition and if I'm not there I'll lose my spot.

So I sprint to the theatre (in flip flotps!), stand outside for a second and then I'm ushered in.

I gave my music to the pianist and he tells me I can do my song or my monologue first. I get up on the stage (without warming up) and expect to be prompted somehow. I'm not. I just have about 8 people staring at me. I look at the pianist for guidance and he takes that as his cue. So I have to sing, without any sort of warmups, immediately after eating. Suffice to say that I sounded less than stellar. But my monologue was perfect. They laughed! They commented on it as I left (last line is "I wouldn't think about it (being dead in a box) if I were you. You'd only get depressed." and one of the women there nodded and said "yeah". Okay. You had to be there). It was great. I didn't want to be in the musical, anyway, so it's all good.

Two of the guys I met tonight, Chris and...Billy? I don't remember. But Chris is doing work-study in the forensics office and the two of them did Duo in high school. Chris is organizing some forensics team members to go out to Borders or B&N tomorrow to look for pieces. So that's my plan. Then on Sunday my parents are coming over.

Oh boy. I found out roomie Elise is inviting her boyfriend to spend the night. Thank god I don't share a room with her.

lol, I'm having breakfast right now. Nutrigrain Muffin Bars and orange juice. And I'm in my pajamas. It feels more like 9 in the morning than 9 at night.

Okay. Got a phone call. Gonna go.

--Angela

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