I'm like John Cusack, walkin' in the rain
I just went out to walk in the rain. It was wonderful, and it was really nice to do so. I should take walks more often, I've been doing it a lot lately and it feels just purely amazing. I went out today while the sun was setting, and the colors were beautiful...And the wind was just at the right speed, as if I could just melt into it, become part of the light particles and get carried with it, etc, etc, etc, all that emotional mumbo-jumbo.
Turns out that Pirates of Penzance isn't having any callbacks, because they didn't have a ridiculous amount of people audition, so I'm hoping this means that I'll get a part. Of course now I'm like 'me-want-lead'--but isn't that what every girl who auditioned must be like? No matter what part I get I'll be happy though. The people in charge are really great (Aaron, Katharine, and there's that guy who did really awesome stuff in OCircus and I talked to him a couple times but he's so cool I doubt he'd remember someone as silly as me), anyway, and they're all really sweet and it seems to me that they know what they're doing. They'll pick the right people for the right parts. Anyway, I'm really glad that I was able to de-stress about the whole 'what's-going-on-with-callbacks?' by going to this REALLY awesome poetry reading...
And there were vegan cupcakes! Omnomnom. It was an anti-Valentines day reading, and even though I'm not very anti-Valentines, it was still really wonderful to hear all of that poetry in such a great setting. And every speaker once in a while would end up sneaking something romantic--in the good sense. It's inevitable. With such pain, there's got to be a real good reason behind it. I like that the readers were really able to figure that out, and convey it.
I think I may have spoken to Roger Laushman's wife, but I'm not sure, because our conversation got cut off. If that was her, though, then that's really cool, mostly because, she is more like the flower-seller character than I even had imagined in the first place. Creepy. Fiction becoming truth. But still, I don't see Laushman kidnapping any children.
I am right now in the most comfortable attire: the scarf I usually wear around my neck, draped around my body. Nudity is the result of many of my actions, including a walk in the rain.
Turns out that Pirates of Penzance isn't having any callbacks, because they didn't have a ridiculous amount of people audition, so I'm hoping this means that I'll get a part. Of course now I'm like 'me-want-lead'--but isn't that what every girl who auditioned must be like? No matter what part I get I'll be happy though. The people in charge are really great (Aaron, Katharine, and there's that guy who did really awesome stuff in OCircus and I talked to him a couple times but he's so cool I doubt he'd remember someone as silly as me), anyway, and they're all really sweet and it seems to me that they know what they're doing. They'll pick the right people for the right parts. Anyway, I'm really glad that I was able to de-stress about the whole 'what's-going-on-with-callbacks?' by going to this REALLY awesome poetry reading...
And there were vegan cupcakes! Omnomnom. It was an anti-Valentines day reading, and even though I'm not very anti-Valentines, it was still really wonderful to hear all of that poetry in such a great setting. And every speaker once in a while would end up sneaking something romantic--in the good sense. It's inevitable. With such pain, there's got to be a real good reason behind it. I like that the readers were really able to figure that out, and convey it.
I think I may have spoken to Roger Laushman's wife, but I'm not sure, because our conversation got cut off. If that was her, though, then that's really cool, mostly because, she is more like the flower-seller character than I even had imagined in the first place. Creepy. Fiction becoming truth. But still, I don't see Laushman kidnapping any children.
I am right now in the most comfortable attire: the scarf I usually wear around my neck, draped around my body. Nudity is the result of many of my actions, including a walk in the rain.