Memoirs of a Musical
It's been a while since I've updated this, but I felt the need tonight to speak my mind to people on something other than myspace. These last two weeks have been so disastrous to my mental being. Yes, I admit I've had a blast with the musical, but I've lagged behind on so many other things that my mind and body can't catch up. Maybe it's the lethargy talking, but I just want to sleep an entire week away.I want Christmas vacation to be here already.
I did however enjoy myself Saturday night at the cast party. Though Stephanie can be a little annoying at times, she really is funny outside of school. I'm sick of how people perceive others in such a falsified manner and exaggerate their flaws. I'm sick with the rumored notion by others that when the theatre kids put on a party it's all drugs and alcohol. Not all of them are like that. For a good half hour, a handful of us lied down in a parking lot to watch the (as Nick put it) floppy dick meteor shower. We played pool, talked, and shared a few laughs. Okay, so a fight almost broke out between Clay and Bobby, but that's all part of the bullshit we call High School drama. I talked to Nick Saldavar for a good portion of the night about...things I guess. We emphasized how we both are ready to take the next step in our lives and that yes, we may enjoy the company of our friends, but sometimes it's okay to talk about other things besides action heroes and video games. I'm really glad I talked to him. It's been so long since we've had a one-on-one conversation. Since middle school at least. And talking to Des made me feel a little more comfortable when I had no one else to talk to.
The musical itself was amazing. Everyone in the cast, the pit orchestra, the technical crew and scene changers did a fantastic job! For an exception of the irregularly dead crowd on Sunday, we had wonderful audiences every night who laughed at all the right places and personally made me feel good for all the effort put into making this production happen. Mr. Simpson was a dick about us being at rehearsals and not giving us extra credit for all of our hard work in the pit orchestra, but I don't really care, because I was given the opportunity to be part of a musical (something I've wanted to do since watching Honk freshman year).
An old crush has been re-awoken within me as well. Some who read this know who I'm talking about while others are probably clueless. Either way it's all good. I don't know if I should pursue this or not, since I don't see him on a normal basis. I had so many opportunities to talk to him at the cast party, but being my normal childish self, I decided against it. In short, I am dumb.
I did however enjoy myself Saturday night at the cast party. Though Stephanie can be a little annoying at times, she really is funny outside of school. I'm sick of how people perceive others in such a falsified manner and exaggerate their flaws. I'm sick with the rumored notion by others that when the theatre kids put on a party it's all drugs and alcohol. Not all of them are like that. For a good half hour, a handful of us lied down in a parking lot to watch the (as Nick put it) floppy dick meteor shower. We played pool, talked, and shared a few laughs. Okay, so a fight almost broke out between Clay and Bobby, but that's all part of the bullshit we call High School drama. I talked to Nick Saldavar for a good portion of the night about...things I guess. We emphasized how we both are ready to take the next step in our lives and that yes, we may enjoy the company of our friends, but sometimes it's okay to talk about other things besides action heroes and video games. I'm really glad I talked to him. It's been so long since we've had a one-on-one conversation. Since middle school at least. And talking to Des made me feel a little more comfortable when I had no one else to talk to.
The musical itself was amazing. Everyone in the cast, the pit orchestra, the technical crew and scene changers did a fantastic job! For an exception of the irregularly dead crowd on Sunday, we had wonderful audiences every night who laughed at all the right places and personally made me feel good for all the effort put into making this production happen. Mr. Simpson was a dick about us being at rehearsals and not giving us extra credit for all of our hard work in the pit orchestra, but I don't really care, because I was given the opportunity to be part of a musical (something I've wanted to do since watching Honk freshman year).
An old crush has been re-awoken within me as well. Some who read this know who I'm talking about while others are probably clueless. Either way it's all good. I don't know if I should pursue this or not, since I don't see him on a normal basis. I had so many opportunities to talk to him at the cast party, but being my normal childish self, I decided against it. In short, I am dumb.