the three gs of imperialism: gold, glory, god... and girls!

remember that time, oh, that time when i auditioned for nysssa?
and i really, really, sucked?

i am one of thirty students, chosen from all of new york, who has been invited to the new york state summer school of the art's school of theater. not toe damned bad.
i'm a champion.
no one reads this, so i'd just like to take an un-judged second to just stew in how excellent this is. i was chosen, out of over 450 students. 6% of those kiddos were chosen. .2% of those kiddos are me.
mindblowing.
i'm still so shocked.
i might be kinda really good at this acting thing.
okay so i'm done.

i don't even know what else to write.

oh, the yearbook is indeed finished. (i'm just running over with grand news.) and i was indeed credited as an editor - the sole editor - of the minimag. fwa-cha!... and stuff.

i saw dr horribles live the other day. it was interesting. dr horrible had a ponytail. the bad horse chorus was positively wonderful though. speaking of musicals, godspell is coming up. i do declare that everything sucks, except for possibly everything that has to do with jeremy. he is such a delight.

enough rambling. i'm not even going to read this over. i'm sure it's less than... stellar, but you know.