Still haven't been able to write a monologue. The thing is, I can write anything I want as much as I want, as long as I'm not given a strict subject. But when I have a limitation, however small, my brain kinda rebels and says 'no way I'm gonna do that, nu-uh' and then I'm basically screwed.
So yeah. I chose a hypocrite criticizing society (sound familiar?) but now that I actually get to write something about it, oh no, dear Mrs Brain won't comply. Bitch. And yeah, it's a she.
English was fun. Had a Harry-Potter-scar drawn on my hand (bitch, I'm Harriet Potter, so your argument is invalid), and got hugged by the warmest arm ever.
And the first rehearsal with Tumasz was pretty cool too, I hope I'll get to play Puck in the play. That would be really awesome. And I got to stand on a table. Always fun to do that.
And I'm hooked to cranberry sweets. The Ricola ones. I could nomnomnom them for ever. And probably die of diabetes. Yeah.
/P.
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