Shut up, standardized testing. You make me feel incompetent because I can't play your sadistic mind games...or just in general: shut up to ANYONE who asks me about college, period. Just stfu! Omg! I'm working on it! That's all you need to know! Get off my dick, please!
Shut up to that know-it-all obnoxious freshman. You're not in our cast...you didn't make the cut. Sorry. So stop punishing us by showing up to rehearsal. You're put on Props Crew, not kiss-ass-to-the-director-so-incase-one-of-us-dies-you-can-take-our-parts crew. You're like Fritzi from Camp... and everyone can smell it. You incessantly try to correct others all the time on blocking, even when we don't ASK you to, or NEED you to, yet, when the director stupidly lets you fill in for a role to humor you, you're clueless as to what you need to do.
Shut up to all those vampires in my head, and in my life telling me I can't direct a show this year. You have no idea that you're actually metaphorically punching me in the face every time you tell me that I can't do it.
Shut up to my H2$ director. Don't try to guilt me into doing this. I'm not sure if I want to. I thought I did, but things have changed. So just make this easier for the both of us, k?
Shut up to my friend who feels that her petty homecoming drama is the end of the world and is putting me in the middle of it. It's not a big deal. Just grow a pair and tell him you don't want to go with him, because now he's asking me questions that I don't want to answer.
...that felt a lot better.
Recent Broadway and Off-Broadway:: Carrie, Merrily, Ionescopade
Next On The List :: Clybourne Park, Once, Streetcar, BOM
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