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I'll be brief since I need to be getting to sleep. Ok, something a little peppier to start. I auditioned for the West musical today, it didn't go badly but the musical is Aladdin and I don't really want to think about me in a harem costume so I don't really expect a call back, but who knows.
Now on to the grumbling that has been plaguing my life, and by consequence my journal, for months now. She's getting worse; I swear to golly-gosh she is. Anthea was sick yesterday and today, yesterday didn't go badly; to be honest I don't really remember it to be honest. As for today . . . well, here let me put it this way. Southern Andrew is in the play with me, he plays Watson, great guy, sweet as all get out, quiet, oddly amusing in a punny kinda way, and patient as a brick. On Monday all of the actors were given the choice to continue or drop, we chose to go on, and we decided to all skip our fifth periods to do it, every last one of us (with the exception of two) got permission to be there and we came. She, quite literally, screamed at us for the littlest thing, whispers, cue pick ups, moving chairs back stage, and it was even worse if you were on stage. We had to restart the first scene three times because she kept yelling at them to get it right. Andrew, the kindest most patient of all of us, was the one to suggest that we all just freaking walk out. She quieted down after that, I think she heard us (the fact that she said "I heard that!" might be a good sign, I wonder if she heard me say 'f*uck you, you bitch'). I almost wish she had kept yelling, I would like to walk out on her, I really would. Mom thinks I should talk to Philip (the teacher who's supervising Passages, the class she's doing this for) and 'does he know what his student is doing?' I said we all signed up for this, 'No you didn't, you signed up for a play, but not to be abused by this girl.' I'm not going to go tattling to Philip but the next time she starts yelling at us I might yell back. I've taken to just sitting there with a vacant expression on my face, I don't smile at rehearsals unless I'm standing somewhere where She can't see me. One thing I do wish to know, we did a speed-through, Anthea gave her notes and then, "I don't have any more, do you have any notes for them?" "I do but nothing I should say." See, I want her to get so up in my face that I have no choice but to respond. I used to be very angry but my fuse has grown in the past few years so unless I'm provoked I don't get angry enough to vent it, this is the same problem I had with Laura and Donna in Greece. They push and push and just as I reach that little ledge where one more word, one more gesture, one more look and I'll be growling into your face, clenching my fists, and telling you what I really think of you, and That's when they back off. I haven't gotten into a true screaming match for years because no one takes it far enough. It's late, I'm going to bed. ~J

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They sat us down in rehearsal again today, this time to tell us that instead of cutting the play entirely we're now doing it as a Reader's Theater. A seventy minute Reader's Theater might be a bit much for the audience to take but everyone's more relaxed now, I even found myself warming to Erin.
The talent show's tomorrow, I have this sad feeling that it's going to be terrible. It seems like all the artistic people at Steller are either gone or are just too tired, it's going to last about half an hour, it used to last three.
Oh, I am definitely not going to get into Aladdin, there are apparently only eight parts and somewhere around forty-five people auditioned. I wish I could have made the auditions today, supposedly it was hilarious. Yesterday they had us sing and/or do a monologue and then we all got up together and did a dance, they did that again today. I felt so ridiculous doing it, because you have to sway and twist in this sexy way, which I am s-o not. Block had all of the guys "who want to guarantee a call-back" get up and do it again. Tony M. got so into it he started stripping and Ian just went all out. I wish I could have seen it.
Happy AIDS day is a bit of an oxymoron, but I do hope you had a pleasant day anyway.
I had a really interesting conversation during Gym Hockey about sexual orientation and all the different labels people can be. One of the Spanish teacher's sons shocked me by shaking this boy who was leaning on him off, he asked the boy next to me to switch with him, "Why? You'd rather sit by me?" (he doesn't like me) "He wants me to suck his p*nis, so yeah I'd like to move." The boy is a seventh grader and it came out so pissed off, I felt a stab of anger at how homophobic he sounded. I just don't understand boys sometimes, why do they take it so harshly? Rebecca says it's a power thing. When two women are together they are still woman, there is no shift in power, but when two men are together one of them becomes the subordinate, they become the "woman" which is unacceptable. *sigh*
The Plant girl from Sky High is that delicate type of pretty where you just want to grab her. I gotta run. ~J