Well that was fun
Today was my last day as Emma Goldman. And now time for post-show depression. Which is not to be confused with pre-show nerves. I donno what I'm gonna do for the extra 2 1/2 hours a night. I do know that I do not want to spend them in the room making a hypocrite of myself. Maybe I'll put forth my efforts to erdicate Bs from any of my grades. Well Bs in English 200, Bs and Cs in Spanish. Homie don't play that game.
So Assassins is over, and that is sad, but it had definitely run its course. Not to say we couldn't have used an extra week of rehearsal, honestly. I suppose my studies do require the extra time, especially the two upcoming English papers. And then there's class scheduling. Let's not talk about that. Donno what it is about that that I hate so much, but I do. Maybe the fact that it happens right after mid-terms when I am thinking about anything other than *next year*!
Once again another thoroughly depressing lj. What is it with me?
So Assassins is over, and that is sad, but it had definitely run its course. Not to say we couldn't have used an extra week of rehearsal, honestly. I suppose my studies do require the extra time, especially the two upcoming English papers. And then there's class scheduling. Let's not talk about that. Donno what it is about that that I hate so much, but I do. Maybe the fact that it happens right after mid-terms when I am thinking about anything other than *next year*!
Once again another thoroughly depressing lj. What is it with me?