renegadefuzz

so I auditioned for Jesus Christ Superstar tonight. I don't know how well I did. I suppose I did alright with my monologue.. nothing too fantastic. But then with the singing portion of it, the director just stopped afterwards and said "whoa... you can sing."

I'm hoping things go well. Callbacks are posted on Wednesday.



**edited on Feb 7, 2006 at 1:29 am**

so I heard a scratch, scratch, scratching behind my bed. This implies that the mice are behind my bed and under it. I've removed the things that are of interest to mice, and replaced them with poison, so the scratch, scratch, scratching makes me sit and giggle and mumble "Eat you little bastards.. eat!!" But then.. I heard it do it over and over and over again. And I kept coming over to look to see where the mouse was.. but never found one... and then heard that noise again.. it sounded as if the mouse were trying to climb on something and was not succeeding. So I thought to myself... it couldn't have gotten into the trash can.. could it? I mean.. I know I was explaining to Mel (my roomie) that mice can get baited and trapped in trash cans with like a cracker and peanut butter and then they can't climb out.. but then my trash can wasn't baited.... Either way, I decided I should check it out, and lo and behold, in my trash can was a tiny little house mouse, stuck, trying desperately to climb up the walls, only to slide down again. It was a sad sight.. made me even more sad when I realised I had to kill it. I just kept the thought in my head that it had eaten the poison anyway, so me flinging it out of my trashcan off of my three story high balcony at high speeds into the parking lot in the next lot over, well.. isn't that bad of a thing is it?



I still feel a little guilty though



I have to remember... one less bugger in the house...