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Thursday, June 24, 2004
HolyShitHolyShitHolyShitHolyShitHolyShit Okay. So let's start at the beginning of the story. Yesterday, around 3:30 I get a phone call from one of my dancing friends, who auditioned for Cheremosh with me on Saturday. (she and I promised each other that we would let each other know as soon as we got our letters.) She asked me if I got my letter and I said no. But she got hers...so I told her that I would go and get the mail and then phone her back. But I couldn't find the key, so I had to wait for my mom to bring it home. I was going to study while I was waiting but seriously, how can a girl study when her entire future is sitting in an envelope in a stupid post office ONLY A BIKE RIDE AWAY FROM WHERE SHE IS SITTING AT THE KITCHEN TABLE, BITING THE END OF THE PEN SHE IS SUPPOSED TO BE STUDYING WITH? She can't. So I phoned my friend Carmen and made her talk to me until my mom came home. I should mention that I woke her up from a nap to do this. I didn't mean to...and I felt so bad. I felt even worse when my mom came home and told me that the letter was not in the mailbox. My heart sunk all the way to China. So, I spent a lot of time online last night, talking to some of my other dancing friends and also wondering where my friend Brooke had mysteriously disappeared to..because I would think that since a few of the other girls who lived in the city had gotten their letters, she would have recieved hers too. But I didn't hear from her. Also, my OTHER friend (the one who phoned me in the beginning of this whole ordeal) refused to tell me what her letter said because I hadn't gotten mine yet. SO. Today after my exam (and what a horrid time I had writing that exam, as I kept thinking about this whole thing instead of Imagery and Foreshadowing and whatnot) I went with my other friend Carmen (I have two Carmen-Friends, which I think makes me the luckiest person in the world. But anyway-) to check the mail. And my letter was there. And it took me nearly the entire walk home to work up the courage to open it. But I did. And For real. They are like...everything that I have ever wanted since I was like...six. They are like...professional. (Although not in a technical sense, because they don't acctually PAY their dancers but THEY ARE AS CLOSE AS IT GETS!) I can't believe it. It kind of doesn't feel real...like I just pretended that the letter was "delighted to inform you that you are a successful candidate" But it isn't real. I just held the letter in my own two, very shaky hands. It's for real. I am in. Hailey spazzed at 11:29:00 a.m. ***
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