Oh, hi, nice to meet you, I'm the nurse in this play...I just ate the front row.
Dear Diary,
I'm back in the drama...theatre, that is! Not silly girl troubles. Aw, lordie! What a hoot it is to be back at the ol' thespian games. I've gone from a lead actor all the way to sound technician in only 6 years. What a feat!
And my, the parties those dramatists throw! Oh, the karaoke, the lights, the junior high-ness of it all!
I'll never forget those grand old times in University, when my old actor roommate threw all his cast parties, right in our house! Boy, do those kids sure like to make out and fall hopelessly in love with each other. Like, remember the time I listened to a grown, 26 year old theatre director cry outside my bedroom door for two hours at four in the morning over the unrequited love of an 18 year old girl who'd only had her first kiss an hour before? Oh, sweet Jeezies, I'll sure miss those wacky days of youth.
Seriously folks, avoid actors, acting, stages, theatres and anyone who walks near them. It's impossible to tell whether people in drama are real or not. They're always acting and twisting the truth. They're creepy at best, supernaturally possessed at worst. Like, I mean, are they actually alive, or just really from the legions of the undead, roaming the earth on screens and stages, fooling us with their Stanislavskies and Dietrichs so that we may be caught off guard in a moment of emotive enternatinment so that they may eat our brains?
I'm not sure, I'm having trouble figuring that one out.
