ragged
Is it gay that I look forward to the Oscars more than the Superbowl? My father thinks so. I don't know.
Anyway, I've been going crazy lately. Lots of work, I have more responsibility with the same pay - story of life, I suppose.
The show is going really well, I think it's going to be a lot of fun to perform. I hope a lot of people come to see it - it's a great show, even if we don't do it justice sometimes.
The other day of the snowstorm, I was at rehearsal. Because it wasn't snowing when rehearsal was supposed to start, and my director doesn't have that thing....oh shit, what's it called? FORESIGHT. Yeah, so when we got out at 10, there was two inches of very slippery, slick snow. I had to sleep over at Bob, Erik and Sara's house. Thank god they were inviting, because if I had to drive home, I wouldn't have lived. I was fishtailing in the parking lot of the theatre for christ's sakes. I hate snow. Man, snow is a little jerk.
I've been sick every day for like, a month. Just a little sick, not enough to call out from work or miss class or anything, but enough to make me miserable as I rush from one event to the next. This is the first morning I've had off in forever. I am so excited that I get to go to Frank and Jackie's wedding. I'm taking Erica, so it should be a really good time. Note to self - get wedding appropriate clothing. Soon.
The creative bug has hit me again, and now I'm writing a film about a socially retarded man in his mid-twenties. More to be revealed later. I think I'm going dark with this one. I saw Death to Smoochy for the first time the other day, what an exceptional and underrated film.
I have rehearsal at 4 tonight, but I must go to work and work out my schedule and then stop by Frank's and drop of my invite. Tomorrow starts tech. Egads.
Anyway, I've been going crazy lately. Lots of work, I have more responsibility with the same pay - story of life, I suppose.
The show is going really well, I think it's going to be a lot of fun to perform. I hope a lot of people come to see it - it's a great show, even if we don't do it justice sometimes.
The other day of the snowstorm, I was at rehearsal. Because it wasn't snowing when rehearsal was supposed to start, and my director doesn't have that thing....oh shit, what's it called? FORESIGHT. Yeah, so when we got out at 10, there was two inches of very slippery, slick snow. I had to sleep over at Bob, Erik and Sara's house. Thank god they were inviting, because if I had to drive home, I wouldn't have lived. I was fishtailing in the parking lot of the theatre for christ's sakes. I hate snow. Man, snow is a little jerk.
I've been sick every day for like, a month. Just a little sick, not enough to call out from work or miss class or anything, but enough to make me miserable as I rush from one event to the next. This is the first morning I've had off in forever. I am so excited that I get to go to Frank and Jackie's wedding. I'm taking Erica, so it should be a really good time. Note to self - get wedding appropriate clothing. Soon.
The creative bug has hit me again, and now I'm writing a film about a socially retarded man in his mid-twenties. More to be revealed later. I think I'm going dark with this one. I saw Death to Smoochy for the first time the other day, what an exceptional and underrated film.
I have rehearsal at 4 tonight, but I must go to work and work out my schedule and then stop by Frank's and drop of my invite. Tomorrow starts tech. Egads.