I'm watching The Lion King. Love that movie, by the way. Especially since I found out all the anti-gay things in it, and it being based on Hamlet. And yes, I did in fact cry when Mufasa died.
So, remember that crazy Aaron Post Secret fantasy? It's still going. Somebody turned in a card that said something like that. Now, if he gets on myspace tonight, I'm going to ask him if he's turned his card in. If he hasn't, that takes him out. If he has, tomorrow (barring a snow day) Austin is going to look in the box again and see if the number on the back starts with a 1 or a 3. If it starts with a 3, then it's somebodies ion my class, and the class isn't that big.
I don't know why I'm torturing myself like this. I know it isn't his. I just can't help it though. And I don't even want him, I just miss him so much.
Auditions for 12 Angry Women are tomorrow, if it's not a snow day. That means that I need to finish my resume and cover letter.
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