marg.

frantically trying to memorize shakespeare. thanks to a series of daytime television-style mishaps and mixups, we got our scripts on friday.

this is significant because the show is on wednesday.

i think a "meep!" is in order here.

anti-panic focus point:
i'm joan of arc! ::excited joan of arc dance::
and i kill delant� twice ::excited kill delant� twice dance::

side note: all my dances look remarkably reminiscent of the beaver dance. hm.

come, come; 'tis only i that must disgrace thee. (fight fight fight death)

chang'd to a worser shape thou cans't not be.
a plaguing mischief light on thee!
and may ye be suddenly surpris'd
by bloody hands, in sleeping in your beds!

i prithee, leave me to curse awhile.

ah joan. how we love thee.

well-placed delant� quote:
"how did you ever get to be a SAINT? you're a bitch!"
-delant� as we practiced our shakespeare scenes for impending Folger

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