OK, OK, I'm finally blogging. Here's the latest drama that's been going on in the life of Libby.

Monday, after play practice, the director of the play came up to me, and abruptly told me that they were taking my part away from me and give it to someone else. Everything she told me is just a blur now because it truly felt like I was in a movie and that it wasn't real. Needless to say, I was pretty upset. My reasoning was that I really didn't care what part they had given me in the beginning, yet the fact that they took my part away from me without warning or help. I went in today to talk to the music director about it (she was part of the "decision"). I told her what I had been feeling and how upset I had been (and I was crying while talking to her so I think she got it) and how I felt like they hadn't given me a chance... yada yada. Well, then the director came down so we could all talk and I reiterated what I had already said. They said they would talk about it. After school today, I was told that I had been correct and that they had gone to an extreme decision. Now: I am on "probation" and they will check back with me in a week to see how I'm doing. I know I can do this part and I'm going to make them regret that they doubted me. F*** them!

I gatta go sleep. I'm tired.