Apples to Bananas...

4 auditions and one dance class - a lot of running around back and forth between buildings and I'm spent.  I was typed out of everything - so it was ultimately fruitless.  Awesome.

And I've noticed Spring Fever abounding everywhere - boys keep trying to get in my (and every other girl's) pants - not even using euphamisms or attempting to woo - basically just - can I have sex with you - it's rather disappointing.  I'd like at least a bad pick-up line - I mean - there are websites dedicated to bad pick up lines - use the google.  It actually is really a conversation limiter - see a boy - say hello - then the conversation immediately turns to the crude and lewd - sigh - I suppose winter is the time for deep thoughts and summer the time to frolick?  And drink?  And eat shitloads of junk food Ikea?  WIll not lose control.  Will not lose control.  WILL NOT LOSE CONTROL!!!!

I saw a man waling TWO CORGIS today - a double roo sighting - made me super happy.

I'm also feeling slightly lame because my friend Dave e-mailed me links to his play Cross Road Blues performing in England.  (He wrote it.)  Technically this show has taken four years to come to fruition, but I'm still frustrated that I'm STILL waiting on music for Giraffe's Can't Dance - and still sans money for my showcase - blargh.  I wish I could apply banana economics here - (they mass imported the fruit and sold GIANORMOUS quanitities with a low profit on each banana - but because of the affordability (cheaper than apples and oranges! especially during the the 1930s!) GIANORMOUS quanitities of bananas were sold - making the end profit gianormous as well.  Unfortunately - I dont control all the bananas  I control just one banana - and its imported from very far away - making the profit - negative.  BLARGH.  I need to go to bed - I"m comparing children's theatre to bananas.  Good night.