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Those of you I've talked to a bit have heard that the play I'm currently in here is a bit.... unusual. Here's the only publicity photo I could get my hands on, and even though I only have a very small part they used me in the photos. Yes, thats me on the far right, sneakily stealing some rice from Brian's bowl. The whole cast will be in white face for the show. Should be interesting.

I've done with complaining about this play. Its coming together alright, but there's something wrong when we get called to an all-day rehearsal and never get used once. The director is from Romania and there the actors are getting paid (by the government usually) to be at the theater so they all come whether they are being used or not, but in a school it shouldn't work like that. Oh well, we get this Thursday and Friday off for Fall Break, and I'm looking forward to some good old-fashioned loafing about. Also, an exciting event is happening soon (unconnected to school or theater) which I'm sure all you gamers out there (Ben) are just as giddy about as I am. I'll post more about that after it happens. Hope everybody is doing well!

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Iras Malis Amtephrah Sokatsudo said…
... sounds like a film shoot, actually. Except there, as I'm sure you know, they pay you at the very least $75 per day for your trouble (See Romania reference, I guess). Sorry to hear about your having to do "slave acting". That really sucks.

As for the big event... Hope to see you there. ;)
10/17/2006 9:40 PM
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