The show enters its second weekend tonight. Another review comes out today in the underground paper. The first review was fabulous. All praise, made me look perfectly shiny.

I auditioned for and was accepted into an improv troupe. Scared Scriptless performs every second Saturday. I attend my first rehearsal on Sunday. I was so excited that I was accepted that I completely spaced that this Sunday is the Oscars. I love and worship the Oscars. I will have to tape them I guess.

My friends Matt, Janet and Becky also auditioned. Out of 30 people the troupe was only accepting four. All four of us made it to the call backs. But then, that night, Matt was hanging out in my room, I got a call to say, "congratulations." He didn't get a call. I dreamt that night that he wasn't going to get into the troupe. I woke up feeling sad and weird. Almost unable to enjoy my own entry into this fabulous group.
All day I was just anxious. More anxious than if I hadn't heard about me getting in or not. At rehearsal, he still didn't know. We all found out at the same time. Matt wasn't in.

Damn.
Damn.
Damn.

He's going to be given a chance to take a workshop, then maybe brought in at a later date. He gets to watch the Oscars though. So, I guess that's a bonus. Janet and Becky both got in. And a fella named Frank. Frank was hilarious. It'll be fun to get aquainted with someone new, but man oh man... I'm gonna miss Matt at this Sunday's rehearsal.