Untold Untruths
Mike Wozowski is gobsmacked for good reason.
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Saturday, December 11
Christmas Skit, Christmas Schmit.
James is exasperating. You just never know whether he's there or not.
We're supposed to be discussing the script but he's not replying me at the moment. And Eugene isn't online yet to discuss it with either so now I am in a rather wretched position. I can't edit the script without editing my parts, and I can't edit my parts, because I won't be around on the 18th to take part in this play. So how now, brown cow?
Which reminds me. Cow isn't around either because he and his family are currently in Penang. Grumblegrumble.
Was finally handed a copy of the script today, and it is quite an awful piece of work. But this is only from my dubiously perfectionistic point of view. I think the most trying of the many offenses this script contains, is that James spelt my name wrong. And because I am supposed to be host of this... "quite late" show, my poor mutated name appears in a most disturbing quantity all over the script. I never knew how disquieting it was to see your name spelt wrong all over a piece of paper.
God help us. We only have a week before the Presentation itself.
Sir hasn't replied my email. It only figures, considering the obsolete-ness of "@pop.jaring.my" domains. Sigh. I think I have to call Cosmotots up for an appointment with him after all.
Not much mood for blogging today. Waiting is such a tiresome thing.
PS. There's a line I pacticularly liked in the Cogito, depicting large amounts of something. I can't recall it at all now. It irks me so much!!! *GROWL*
We're supposed to be discussing the script but he's not replying me at the moment. And Eugene isn't online yet to discuss it with either so now I am in a rather wretched position. I can't edit the script without editing my parts, and I can't edit my parts, because I won't be around on the 18th to take part in this play. So how now, brown cow?
Which reminds me. Cow isn't around either because he and his family are currently in Penang. Grumblegrumble.
Was finally handed a copy of the script today, and it is quite an awful piece of work. But this is only from my dubiously perfectionistic point of view. I think the most trying of the many offenses this script contains, is that James spelt my name wrong. And because I am supposed to be host of this... "quite late" show, my poor mutated name appears in a most disturbing quantity all over the script. I never knew how disquieting it was to see your name spelt wrong all over a piece of paper.
God help us. We only have a week before the Presentation itself.
Sir hasn't replied my email. It only figures, considering the obsolete-ness of "@pop.jaring.my" domains. Sigh. I think I have to call Cosmotots up for an appointment with him after all.
Not much mood for blogging today. Waiting is such a tiresome thing.
PS. There's a line I pacticularly liked in the Cogito, depicting large amounts of something. I can't recall it at all now. It irks me so much!!! *GROWL*