No Place Like Home

And there really isn’t. But not in a very good way. Already I want to leave again. The fact of the matter is that I no longer worry over myself when I’m here, because my sanity is far too strong to be dented by just spending a few weeks here in this awful house, but the fact of the matter is, I’m worried about just telling my parents off.

They don’t really piss me off directly anymore. Most of what they say I tune out anyway. What I do get annoyed with is their constant complaining. These two people are the whiniest people I have ever met, and that takes a lot of whining because I know Mike McKay.

Anyway, I’m spending most of my time working on ‘Ten Little Indians’ and ‘The Complete Works of Shakespeare Abridged’ anyway, so it should keep me pretty much content. Then, I’m back off to River Falls for Summer Theatre. Thank God for that.

My Dad of course has tried to flaunt the fact that Gregory will be making twice as much as me by the end of the summer. Well, he can have it because firstly, he’s working twice as long as me, and secondly, he’s doing hard work that he hates doing….so he deserves to be paid more. I’m doing what I like and want and that makes me very happy. So my father can go screw himself.

‘Ten Little Indians’ should be really great, however. It’s a very unique experience as the director is giving us free reign to explore our character and make them move and act as we feel. She’s altered the theme so that it is more of a survivor-esque experience, the characters all from different countries and all from different age groups. This allows us to make our characters whoever we want.

Anyway…I got to get going, I have to shower and have lunch before going to a long rehearsal.