Thus begins our tech runs for Holes. 9-2 classes. 6-11 rehearsals. 8 credits. Yep I'm might have just entered the realm of insanity. It's about time I joined all of you guys who live a crazy busy life. ;)
Tonight I don my long, curly, goregeously Gothic, Latvian wig. And a tiny corselet that reminds me why I'm glad I was born in this time period. Then I get to marry my "dad's" best friend, the old, fat pig farmer Igor Barkov. It's times like these that remind me of why I love theatre. (Wish you all could see me squeal like a pig.)
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you have to take a picture!! i need to see gothed-out emily.
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