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3.29.2011
We are now officially in tech week.

I got a major haircut today, courtesy of Winter . . . and it makes me look like Joan Jett. Before I was all goth and whatnot, with long, straight black hair. Now I'm, well . . . punk, I suppose. Lea said she didn't even think it was me when she saw me walking up to rehearsal. I . . . sort of like it, but I'm definitely going to have to get used to it. I will say this . . . it definitely makes me look more lesbian than my last haircut did. Which is not going to help things with G, let me tell you.



About G . . . on Sunday, the pastor launched very randomly into a tirade about how god is going to bring fiery vengeance on America because of
  1. Abortions
  2. Gay people
He went on to say that he couldn't stand watching the Oscars because of all the gay people.

Thoroughly offended, I got up and left. And I have vowed never to go back to that church. Of course, G is not happy. Why should I be offended, quoth she. Said pastor is merely telling "the truth" . . . and the truth is never offensive, ever.

I don't even give a shit anymore. I'm not going back. I'm never going back. I don't even believe in god, so it's not like it's much of a loss to me anyway.


I don't know.


I'm feeling better about Hamlet in general. It's Evan and Junie mostly, I think. Evan and I haven't been hanging out as much, but we still go off to smoke together. Junie doesn't smoke, so in between scenes we sit in the hall and play Sudoku together. I like her. She's very sweet and unassuming, but her Rosencrantz is hilarious. (Rosencrantz is a valley girl.)

Although Steven and I just randomly got along quite famously today. It's like we magically have camaraderie now. I have no idea why. (The kissing is probably why, quite frankly. The ones today were really good . . . and I don't even feel slightly awkward admitting that.)

And today, I spent the time preparing for my crazy scenes by listening to Ke$ha and dancing erratically in the halls. I think I'm going to make a habit out of that.




Also, it rained today . . . repeatedly and heavily, which might explain my good mood. I adore rain.

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3 Comments:

Cool to have some ritual like that before your scenes.

Sounds like an amazing haircut. It is getting sad and scary how some churches are reacting. I wouldn't go back, either.

By Blogger ellie, at 3/29/2011 07:48:00 AM  

That's so cool that Winter gave you a haircut. In spite of the soured Sunday, you seem in rare form. All the best with the show. No looking back..just have a great time.

By Blogger ivy, at 3/29/2011 07:27:00 PM  

I'm certain that your grandmother would frighten me at some point. I love the rain too, especially thunderstorms. I sleep better.

By Blogger L, at 3/31/2011 08:14:00 PM  

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