<ahem> That said, I guess some explanation is in order. I’ll just start by stating that Jester will soon be joining the holy order.
The holy order of playas.
My high school has brought in a guest director to help put on a show of good ol’ Willie Shakes’* play, “The Twelfth Night”. Having nothing better to do at the time, I decided to try out.
After a grueling, but fun audition, in which I thought I did very well, the director cast the parts. Promising that she cast by character of the actors more than anything else, she promptly put me in the spot of the Jesuit Priest, Father Carrera.
Don’t remember him from the play? Yeah, neither do I. He’s the priest who’s in two scenes. One scene, I just stand there like an asshole, and the next scene, I have a little eight line speech.
I’m actually quite happy with it, though, since there are less lines to learn, and I still get to have fun with the part. The second time I come out, I’m entering from a chamber full of ladies, adjusting my robes and looking disheveled. Fun.
So, all in all, I’m happy, and pleased, and bubbly, and have no real reason for posting this, other than I wanted to say “Eat Jesus and die, heathen bastard”. This was the best excuse I could think of. Later, all!
*–The name that one of my friends has bestowed upon the great bard himself. I apologize for it, I’m just in one of those moods. 
