Desperate Wives of Windsor

OAYe! Kat is still happy! Although I do now need to write my emails in code, this is overshadowed by the fact that I got a fantastic part in "The Merry Wives of Windsor." I play Mistress Ford, a repressed housewife with some serious intelligence. And a lot of anger, if you ask me. Well, I'm not going to tell you the plot because it is Shakespeare's most convoluted plot, and if you've read Shakespeare, you know that that's saying quite a bit.

So. My parents now read my emails, so they are encoded. Did I mention that? It makes me angry. Almost angry enough to cause a disaster beyond your imagination. But we don't have a chandelier. Ah well, such is life. Such is life. I sound a bit strange at the moment because I'm half writing this, half listening to the Old 97s. What do you mean you've never heard of them? If you've never heard them, you're missing out on the better part of life. I adore them. Speaking of which, the new Coldplay is quite nice. Not my favorite, but "The Speed of Sound," is very lovely. You know, this is going to be amazingly, record breakingly short. Go read my fan fictions. And review them. I have new stuff up.

I've started a story that retells the Outsiders with Phantom characters. Or maybe it's Phantom with the Outsiders characters. I'm not entirely sure. But I simply adore the Outsiders. Dallas Williams. . .sigh. But aside from my strange love of Dally, who I've just drawn, and he looks quite handsome, if you ask me, life. . .is life. As it has been for many years.

Guess who I've met at Theatricum. He's completely stalking me. Scary thing: His name is Ben. Should I be worried?

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.