They taped Friday's show. Today, I watched a copy of it and it's freaking hilarious. my principal came that night. I didn't spot him until curtain call, and you could totally tell it on my face. I was standing there like "Oh. My. God. I can't believe my principal just saw me kiss a guy." It was incredibly embarrassing.

Jasmine and Bethany came that night, too. They gave me flowers, which I thought was very nice of them.

Saturday night's show was a complete disaster. Well, not completely. Jack was in the audience, so him and His Gargantuan Cackle were cracking us up onstage. I have never, ever broken character onstage in my entire life, and I pride myself in this fact. But when I said a line about fat boys working in laundries, Jack lost it. It was just me and Rene onstage at this point, and I just looked her in the eye and tried so hard not to laugh. But my lips started to curl up, and so did hers. I knew I couldn't say my next line, because I would start laughing. But eventually, I had to. And just as I suspected, I started laughing through all of my lines. This made Rene laugh at everything she said, too. And us laughing made the audience laugh even harder. It's supposed to be a pretty dramatic scene where I threaten suicide, but it just didn't come off that way, I'm afraid, with us cackling until we were weak in the knees. So when we ran offstage (note the word RAN. Not WALKED.) the audience went wild.

I am so not joking. They were clapping and whistling and all this other shit. I wanted to scream, "Thanks a lot, but we just committed an unforgivable sin in the acting world!" Me and Rene collapsed backstage, laughiung until we were blue in the face.

But I did manage to hold myself together until the last scene. Gavin made a face at me from offstage and I almost laughed, but I didn't. I was so proud of myself.

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Two of my friends, Brenda and June, were robbed and held at gunpoint on Friday night. They are both in the show, so you can imagine the frantic phone calls I got early Saturday morning. They were both a little flustered that whole day. (LITTLE?!? Okay, maybe a lot is more like it.)

But they got called today by the police to come to a lineup, and they identified both men, so now they're in custody, and I suspect they'll be eating prison food for awhile.

Seriously. my friends were shot at. They were trying to kill them. Maybe it's just me, but that freaks me out in the tiniest way.

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Me and Claire are re-writing the show tomorrow. We think that she should burst out into a stunning rendition of "Little Girls" and should carry a very large set of keys, which are delivered to her by a humpback in a black cloak. We also decided that I have skitzophrenia or something like that, and that I kill a few people and then I get drowned by Rene and Brooke at the end.

Hee hee. I was very tempted not to come back onstage after my "drowning scene", you know, just for some backstage shits and giggles.

Oh, I would have so gotten banned from that theatre...

We did play a few pranks last night. Dave and Margaret are supposed to exit arm-in-arm during the last scene towards the front door, but instead, they exited towards the bedroom. The audience didn't notice, but of course, we all died laughing. And between every scene, the pictures on the walls were moved around to different places. I don't know if that was noticeable or not.

But I really hope it was.

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I am listening to "Jekyll and Hyde," which was burned for me from Jessica last night. Thank. God. I would die if I didn't have this soundtrack. It is absolutely, freaking amazing.

Alllll haaaaiiill Anthony Warlow......

Say it with me, now! *bounces up and down in seat and ponytail flops around*

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My Japanese neighbors now have a Japanese dog.

Well, I don't know if the dog is oriental, but it has a really annoying bark which now awakens me at all hours of the night. I am tempted to run out there in my pajamas with a steak knife and repeatedly stab the dog until the Japanese people learn the word, "stop."

My outside cat is no longer allowed outside, to say the least. That dumb thing still cannot use the litterbox. The potted plant is its shitter of choice.

And I still have to clean it up....

Gggrrrr.....

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