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I'm nervous. Ultra super mega nervous. I've got an audition in LA tomorrow. A screen test, if you will. For what? I'm not telling! It's been about a year since it was first brought up, and finally, I'm actually going to give it a go. I don't think I could be any more nervous. Oh, scratch that! Tomorrow morning I will be having giggle fits and passing out. Really, it's no big deal I'm sure. It'll be fun, she said! I think I'm mostly just afraid of really, really sucking thus causing shame to the person/people that talked me up to the talent department for such a long time. I'll get in front of the camera, look at the teleprompter and immediately turn into Miss Turbo Speed Mumble Mouth. Thankfully I do have the script in front of me, but length of it is overwhelming! Oh man! Nervous! I have no idea what to even wear.

My 360 was finally sent back to be repaired. It's all Orb's fault, enabling me to watch Dr. Who and such. It's been busted for months now, hence why I haven't been on at all. I mentioned the weird flickers along the texture seams and appearance of a "sketch mode'. I'm still annoyed that they didn't fix it when it was originally sent in. What the heck did they even do to it? Within a couple hours of turning it on, the flickers and lines on the dashboard were right there. I wish they'd send a receipt of repair that lists just what they replaced. Like Apple does!

There's an advert on the television right now for single wrapped prunes. What the hell ...

I got a haircut. Sometimes I love it, sometimes I hate it.