Makrasha

     So. Um. I mustered the courage to assemble a résumé and headshot, marched my little behind down to the audition I had booked, and just got the call today saying I didn't get a role. Initially, I was surprised. I didn't really think that I wouldn't get a role, so it was just a moment of, "oh".      I sat back and reflected upon it for a while, and have come to the conclusion that the reasons for this decision were the fact that the shows they were doing were set a few hundred years ago and I am presentably female with short hair, also I wouldn't have been able to make it to the first rehearsal for

     SO: the school play is cancelled. There was a lot of drama involving marijuana and getting lines down, so, alas, it had to be called off. I won't lie, I am disappointed. I worked very hard on it and it's always shitty when you see your good work go to waste. Oh well.     Anyways, I am currently working on that art trade that I mentioned in my last journal. I know what you're probably thinking: "holy fuck, still? Wasn't that about, what, six months ago?! You truly are a piece of shit." and the answer to all is yes.     The problem is that I just haven't been happy with anything I've been creating lately. Not artwork, writing, compositi

     I am currently writing with friends and putting off the crater full of homework that I need to get done in ten days. Woe is me. Alas, I shouldn't be complaining unless I actually achieve something.     Speaking of achievement, NaNoWriMo will soon be upon us, and I have a couple of motivational partners, but I'm always willing to extend the helping hand to fellow writers! Also, I have landed a role in my school's play of 'The Taming of the Shrew'. I am thoroughly pumped, except for the fact that my director is making me wear an impromptu penis at rehearsals so that I can "get in character". Oh, the things I do for acting...     I won't