nomination.

I got it. I was nominated for URTA.

My monologues were well received and there was very little harsh criticism as some of the other folks had heard. They told me to go get a haircut. And to read Two Gentlemen of Verona and see what I think. I mentioned that in front of someone who'd recieved really harsh criticism from the judges and that didn't make feel very great. Which sucks because I worked really hard for this to work out and now I feel like I can't even enjoy it. And no one acknowledges it. Especially my roommate. So I'm going to Vegas. With Katherine. She made it too, and to celebrate she got us tickets to see Against Me! on Tuesday. That's the long and the short of it.

My new play, See You at the Storm Drain, Don Juan, got read aloud to my playwriting class today. Badly. I get asked a lot to read for other people's stuff. Glad I didn't persist on reading it myself, not one of those people. Though it was pretty bad. It ended up at about twenty pages so I only had the readers do the first five pages. Out of context. Out of character.

Needless to say, I don't think it's finished yet. Makes me think twice about posting it and publishing it to Google Documents. <--(not an ad)

But maybe I shouldn't really give a fuck if people don't get it.