I am now going to watch Degrassi, do a paper, watch Gossip Girl, do more school related things, blog (reblog) my life away, and bask in “no sleep week” (formally known as hell week).
No regrets. And not a single fuck was given!
Oh, I do love the theatre life.
This is what happens when you enter a slapbet, especially one involving Dylan Parra.
All those who enter into one beware: You will receive the hand of God, and you will see heaven. But I did it, with vocal progression beforehand and it was beyond painful, but it’s completely worth it in a masochist way.
I can’t wait to see the other victims.
As for now, I ice my face and hope the swelling goes down. :P
With five other people in my Dracula family. Good lord, what have I done?
I am so terrified.
So much judgement and speculation from the sound booth, but really I’m just dog ass tired going through this tedious day.
BLERGH! Good thing I love what I do. Or else best believe I wouldn’t be doing this shit.
For the love of theatre!
