Gak, I Say, Gak!

The J.G. is aggravated! And about five foot five tall, brown hair (light), one blue, one green eye! Experience in various areas of theatre! Vocal range from Countertenor - Soprano! Large amount of experience in Shakespearean theatre! Weight. . .I have no idea. . .

As you may be able to tell, I am trying to write my resumeé. "Who am I anyway? Am I my resumeé? That is a picture of a person I don't know? What does he want from me? What should I try to be? So many faces, all around, and here we go! I need this job, oh God, I need this show. . ." If you get that reference, not only will you get several plushies from a movie of your choice, but also my undying love and devotion till death do us part. Yes, I'm that sure that no one will get it.

Anyhow. I haaate boys. . .as has been previously explained, this in no way means that I hate any of my male readers. See past blog postings, or just ask either Max or Ben, because they probably know what they're talking about, as they've been reading this damned thing from the beginning. In any case, I absolutely haaate boys. Simply because they are so extremely idiotic, no matter how intelligent they are. It must be inherent. Not that they're actually stupid, you understand. . .just really clueless, no matter how many hints you drop them. Or they're unwilling to act on the hints. Or something along those lines. . .

But anyway. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth. . .nothing bad has happened so far yet in rehearsal, and we must have said the name about five quillion times. But then, who are we to talk. An interesting question: a cat backstage is supposed to be good luck. Therefore, what is a Kat backstage supposed to indicate? Or a black cat? Or, conversely, a black Kat? Oy vey, as Max would say. Well, we must have murdered Banquo about fifty times today before satisfying Aaron, our truly evil director. I think none of you will ever come near me again after seeing this show, if you come see it, mostly because I am absolutely repulsive in it. First I'm a deadly disgusting witch, and then I'm a murderer who acts a little like Ratigan in Great Mouse Detective, in the last scene, on the clock. . .Yes, Allie is watching that movie at the moment, however did you guess? I finish the play as a cowardly deserting soldier. His name is Menteith, and I'm not sure how to say it.

In any case.

Gak, I say, gak! I am aggravated.

And I will never finish this resumeé. Any suggestions for it?

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.