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Because Megan is right, I am going to the Hairspray open call on Monday.
I will have to sing 16 bars of a 60s-style song I've not yet chosen,, and have sheet music with me in case they want to hear it with a piano.

The degree to which I am terrified of doing this is MASSIVE. Doing this makes too many things Real. Doing this means that one day I'm going to go into the room and think I may actually have a chance. Doing this means one day auditioning for stuff I'm emotionally involved with in some way. Doing this also means getting up way early, as I have somewhere I have to be by 11am that morning. Hrmmm... I should probably reschedule that. How early do people line up for open calls anyway?

P.S. -- I don't sing

P.S. -- on a seperate note, if you've never said my name before, just go for it, and if you're wrong, I'll correct you and be perfectly nice about it. But calling me up and going "Can I spea to Ra...ra.. Miss... Ra.. ra?" is really annoying. It makes me feel like a freak.

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Some ridiculous shit called Australian Homemade just opened near me -- it's icecream and chocolate and it kicks ass. And it's apparently a chain so maybe this is the sort of things that's only news to me.

I had a dark chocolate candy with a cranberry and chocolate ganache center -- which is like so in keeping with my own somewhat strange food logic I couldn't believe it.

And the icecream! Very not sweet. Major chunks of brittle dark chocolate folded into it. Go. Go now.

And dude, it's next to Criff Dogs.