Okay I guess y'all are hankerin to hear about my exam update. I have had two of six (Business Management and English) and both all right. Now is the time that, in my head, cheers begin to erupt from the previously stony silent audience. What was once a still but slightly shifting crowd throws up its hands and order collapses as chants are hurled at me from all corners of the stadium. Children are thrown into the air and caught again as beaming people turn and hug one another as a Mexican wave flies all around the stadium. Banners are hurled down from the higher podiums and seven jets scream above, flying in formation and leaving a trail of glittered exhaust behind them. Over the twelve foot speakers music begins to play from all corners of the world. The only thing they have in common is that they are all victory songs. From the side entrances beneath the seats tribes of Maui warriors leap then form into a war dance that sparks even greater applause.
Now don't be too impressed because this happens in my mind after pretty much everything, from eating some ice cream to not falling down the stairs. It's an ego thing, I didn't ask for it but it is nice. Anyway onto the only other thing that has happened which is of any interest. Jammels' play.
All right so last night I went to see my cousins play and to be honest I was really impressed. The whole choreography, music and singing was all pretty top grade. Also no one forgot their lines which, while good for the play, was a bit of a disappointment. It's always good for a giggle. But over all the whole thing was worth watching. If it were still on I'd implore any body reading to go watch it but I'm pretty sure the entire cast is still wasted following the after party and isn't really in the right set of mind to perform a rather intense drama. As for individual cast. I only recognized three, Jamie, George (whose name I had to look up but I knew I recognized him) and Erica (Who I'll admit had to be pointed out to me. I'm thick like that don't nobody take offence). All three did notably well in the roles of creepy christian asshole (I hope thats what you were going for since that's the vibe I got) somewhat dopey guard (god I hope this was the vibe not the actor) and factory girl (I won't put any adjectives here lest Jamie decides to punch me in the face. Which has not happened yet but I'm sure I have deserved.)
But yeah If Jamie ever gets over his weed and alcohol induced haze I'd like to tell you that you did a really good job and good luck in the next one. It best be as bitchin as the two I've seen have been.
David OUT
All right so my cousin made one and I lost my old one and since I pride myself on stealing all of his good ideas I'm making one as well in the hopes of basking in his glory and stealing some of his viewers. *gaaaaaaasp*
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