I won't be around tomorrow after 10 am, and I won't be back until sometime around 5 on Friday. I'm going to my craaaaaazy aunt and uncles house.
Here's a little summary of them: My uncle is creepy, and he walks around on his tiptoes, and randomly comes up behind me and says "Would you like to go and sing with me Sarah?"...SCARY! My aunt is on waaaay too much Prozac, and thinks she has the most wonderful life ever, but sometimes the drugs go to her head and she has like nervous breakdowns. Really really weird. The 14 year old cousin is dating a 19 year old dropout, and she goes to therapy because she thinks her mother is out to ruin her life and possibly kill her. She loves running away. And the 11 year old cousin has every speech impediment known to man, from a lisp to a stutter. I can't understand a word she says. It's sad, actually.
So yes. I'll be full of stories on Friday.
Tom: I think I *am* going to try out. I mean, if I don't make it, I'll still have the audition, and I'll get to see Mamma Mia! If I make it, it'll be a great performance opportunity, and even though I won't get to see the show, I'll be IN a show. *content sigh*, I love it when things work out.