The show is finally over ( Read more... )

So, y'all will get stuck with several long entries over today and the rest of the week I'm sure, as I try to catch up on stuff from beng sick. Woo-hoo ( Read more... )

Good things:

* I wrote Horatio/Ophelia last night which did not completely suck ( Read more... )

Managed to finish and turn in the essay I needed to. Penguin is still sick. Running a fever, actually, not to mention that half her cast, and half mine are sick. Chelsea (our Little Sally) has strep throat, and a bunch of other people have colds and such, so we're all in great shape. *nodnod ( Read more... )

I'm so tired that I can't focus on my homework, and I'm so bored I can't not do something. And I can't just lie down and nap, because I'm wearing contacts. Yes, I have been wearing contacts for the last four days (Three? Four.) because I can't wears glasses and then switch mid-day to contacts for the play, because it really messes with my eyes ( Read more... )

We give our preview in just under five hours, and open in twenty-nine.

I'm fine. I'm trying not to worry about the quick change, because Brian and I have gotten it every night this week, so it'll be fine as long as we don't panic.

Mom is really frustrated and stressed out because of BatBoy, and I could say something to her about it, but I'm ( Read more... )

God knew I needed a night off. Just as I got in the car after the chiropractor, I hear the unmistakable sound of my phone vibrating in my purse. (It's often on silent because of classes.) So I don't recognize the number, but answer anyway, and am greeted with an adult male's voice. Now, I only ever get call from two men (Edward and my dad), and ( Read more... )

So, rehearsals have been running way overtime, and I have rehearsals/shows every night next week starting Sunday, and so does my sister (different show though), and I really need to clean my room, but I don't have any time, and we open on Thursday, and I need to e-mail Edward and find out if he's available tocome and want one of my comp. tickets ( Read more... )

Rehearsals are crazy. We ran a bloody 40 minutes over last night. Thonight shouldn't be so bad though, because the second act is shorter. And apparently we have 80% more movement than the Broadway production had. *snerk* See, the professionals realized that you can't dance and sing properly operatically at the same time ( Read more... )

Remarkably, our stumble-through went very well. Judy offered to be my dresser, which makes me happy, because there's something comforting about having a woman of your mother's generation be the one helping you strip-and-swap costumes. Not that I have any problem with having one og my peers be my dresser. Heck, I've been dresser for guy friends ( Read more... )