I tried to close the store at the regular time. No one was leaving. I did all the shut down proceedures, then wandered around flashing lights, darkening rooms that no one was in, asking people if they were ready to ring up, etc. What do I get?
"I just found the kids clothes way there in the back, but I couldn't shop because it was too dark to see anything."
Right.
They just stopped by to pick up my headshot to turn into the program covers and posters to advertize Proof. How bizarre it's going to be to see my watercolor face all over the place...
I wonder what it feels like for those models who do covers for bodice-ripping romance novels.
I got the role of Catherine, the slightly unstable younger daughter of a crazy mathmetician who takes care of him in his decline. She also has a fling with Harold, one of her fathers former students, now a math professor in a rock band that plays "Imaginary" songs. And her sister is trying to sell the family home and move her from Chicago to New York where she can really keep an eye on her.
I just got done with the audition for Proof, by David Auburn. There were 9 people there and 4 parts. I was among the 7 who were still reading in circles at 4. By 7:30 all of our fates for the next two and a half months will be sealed.
I'm teaching myself to play guitar. It's very sad sounding right now. I know four chords, sometimes.
I saw Bean today. She came into the shop to suprise me! Was I ever! I went over to her house tonight and had dinner with her and her mom. Mostly we talked highschool alumni tidbits. The usual, who got married, who didn't, who has lovely children now, and how is it we're the only people we mutually know that aren't having a heigh-ho time in suburbia.
(That is a gross overgeneralization. Actually, none of my close friends are married yet.)
And now Chris and I have pledged to each other that we're going to stay clean. We really and truly are! We've given our sacred oath and promise. In San Francisco we won't know a single soul that uses it and it will be easy to stay off.
~from Go Ask Alice
It's a completely new world I'm exploring, and you can't even conceive the wide new doors that are opening up before me. I feel like Alice in Wonderland. Maybe Lewis G. Carroll was on drugs too.
Ya think?
(From Go Ask Alice, the diary of a 15-year-old drug user)
"Oh! There's no cookies!"
"Nope, no cookies."
"There aren't any cookies!"
"No cookies?"
"Why aren't there any cookies?"
"I guess they forgot to put any out."
"Yep, 'cause there's no cookies."
"Look, Hannah, they don't have any cookies for you."
"No cookies?"
"No cookies."
"Why no cookies???!!!"
"I guess they forgot to put any out."
Nope, no cookies..."
If they want cookies that badly, they should try donating them sometime.
