Today I tried out for the Vagina Monologues . . . namely because talking about my lady parts in public is one of my favorite activities. Sadly, the world will be deprived the pleasure because it did not go well. This is actually perfectly fine (perchance better than fine). At any rate, the aforementioned audition reminded me of a hilarious anecdote from my latch-key kid childhood.
I tried out for 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' in sixth grade. My audition piece was from 'Romeo and Juliet' . . . specifically the part when Juliet finds out Romeo killed Tybalt. In a nutshell, the audition was me throwing myself on the ground, pronouncing Tybalt as 'Tie-BALLtt,' and fake crying for half of the three minutes. It might have been the most agonizing three minutes of life for everyone watching. I say everyone watching and not me because I thought I rocked it. As far as I was concerned I was the female Laurence Oliver.
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Pardon me, but you got the part. How did it not go well?
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Just kidding. I'll update this weekend. I promise. LAST WEEK FOR 365!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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