*taps microphone* H-hello?
This thing on?
Howdy everyone! Despite the state of my LJ, I am not actually dead or in a coma. I got a temp job at a bookstore and it's been kicking my ass - I mostly check Twitter and email and then pass out. In short, I miss you guys! I feel like I've unintentionally spun out of your lives. Drop a comment, let me know wassup with you, my lovelies.
-Wore my Sam wig at work for three weeks and then freaked out both coworkers and regulars when I took it off. Truly glorious.
-Can now closet cosplay Enjolras, Grantaire, Jehan Prouvaire, and Javert. This is a big thing. Yes, I use my Sam sideburns for Javert. Yes, I dress like this (except Javert, that's a little...extreme) at work.
-My older sister has evolved into an even more terrifying form of Bridezilla and she's making me mental. Second worst thing happening IRL currently.
-The Les Mis US Tour is ending tomorrow and I've been an emotional wreck all week. Seriously. Discovered I can have tears on my cheeks inside twenty seconds if I allow myself to dwell on it. The cast isn't helping; all the ones on Twitter have been saying "One Day More" all evening and I wanna punch a wall or something Chuckdamn you guys kids please don't ever fall in love with theatre casts
-GISHWHES IS IN FOURTEEN HOURS OH MY CAS. Hey it'll distract me from Les Mis (fingers crossed. I promise nothing).
-And VanCon baby!
-And later Sherlock Con! I'm not allowed to be anyone other than Misplaced Sam Winchester. I've come to accept that.
-Found a vocal tutor when a soldier came into my store last Sunday looking for a copy of Wicked. In conversation he revealed he sings, I said I do too, and tada he offered to teach me. THANK GOD, AT LAST A VOCAL COACH. C'mon guys, a singing soldier-poet (who I've managed through brute mental strength to not call Jehan to his face) who as much of a hopeless flirt as I am. We are ludicrous together. And he's going to help my GISHWHES team as much as he can. Lad doesn't know what he got himself into. \o/
-Had my first official meeting with the stage manager of my next show, The 39 Steps. Basic rundown: murder, mystery, comedy, Hitchcock hit by a zeppelin piloted by Monty Python. It's gonna be nuts. I'm an ASM (assistant stage manager) and the only person in the crew hand-picked by the stage manager. Damn but that feels hella good. We did Diary of Anne Frank together in March and he evidently thought highly enough of me to request me for this extremely fast-paced, technically challenging show. W00t!
-Might be moving? Dunno, in a financial pinch, which sucks just as much as you'd expect. Still, I have faith that we'll get through this. We've faced worse.
-Received Financial Aid after only four weeks waiting to hear back from them! I've been taking physical therapy appointments (lessons? idk) for five weeks now and my knee - injured in December in an ice-skating in cosplay whoopsie - is doing loads better. I can do leg exercises now I couldn't even imagine doing six weeks ago. Wonderful confidence booster; I'm starting to work on monologues for future audition pieces, now that I know I'll be able to dance again.
-Hells bells, how on earth am I going to balance being a full time Les Mis fan and SPN fan when the show starts back up in October? And Arrow and Agents of SHIELD and Elementary and oh dear I'm sunk.
Okaaay I think that's enough for now. Catch ya later; stay shiny!
Howdy everyone! Despite the state of my LJ, I am not actually dead or in a coma. I got a temp job at a bookstore and it's been kicking my ass - I mostly check Twitter and email and then pass out. In short, I miss you guys! I feel like I've unintentionally spun out of your lives. Drop a comment, let me know wassup with you, my lovelies.
-Wore my Sam wig at work for three weeks and then freaked out both coworkers and regulars when I took it off. Truly glorious.
-Can now closet cosplay Enjolras, Grantaire, Jehan Prouvaire, and Javert. This is a big thing. Yes, I use my Sam sideburns for Javert. Yes, I dress like this (except Javert, that's a little...extreme) at work.
-My older sister has evolved into an even more terrifying form of Bridezilla and she's making me mental. Second worst thing happening IRL currently.
-The Les Mis US Tour is ending tomorrow and I've been an emotional wreck all week. Seriously. Discovered I can have tears on my cheeks inside twenty seconds if I allow myself to dwell on it. The cast isn't helping; all the ones on Twitter have been saying "One Day More" all evening and I wanna punch a wall or something Chuckdamn you guys kids please don't ever fall in love with theatre casts
-GISHWHES IS IN FOURTEEN HOURS OH MY CAS. Hey it'll distract me from Les Mis (fingers crossed. I promise nothing).
-And VanCon baby!
-And later Sherlock Con! I'm not allowed to be anyone other than Misplaced Sam Winchester. I've come to accept that.
-Found a vocal tutor when a soldier came into my store last Sunday looking for a copy of Wicked. In conversation he revealed he sings, I said I do too, and tada he offered to teach me. THANK GOD, AT LAST A VOCAL COACH. C'mon guys, a singing soldier-poet (who I've managed through brute mental strength to not call Jehan to his face) who as much of a hopeless flirt as I am. We are ludicrous together. And he's going to help my GISHWHES team as much as he can. Lad doesn't know what he got himself into. \o/
-Had my first official meeting with the stage manager of my next show, The 39 Steps. Basic rundown: murder, mystery, comedy, Hitchcock hit by a zeppelin piloted by Monty Python. It's gonna be nuts. I'm an ASM (assistant stage manager) and the only person in the crew hand-picked by the stage manager. Damn but that feels hella good. We did Diary of Anne Frank together in March and he evidently thought highly enough of me to request me for this extremely fast-paced, technically challenging show. W00t!
-Might be moving? Dunno, in a financial pinch, which sucks just as much as you'd expect. Still, I have faith that we'll get through this. We've faced worse.
-Received Financial Aid after only four weeks waiting to hear back from them! I've been taking physical therapy appointments (lessons? idk) for five weeks now and my knee - injured in December in an ice-skating in cosplay whoopsie - is doing loads better. I can do leg exercises now I couldn't even imagine doing six weeks ago. Wonderful confidence booster; I'm starting to work on monologues for future audition pieces, now that I know I'll be able to dance again.
-Hells bells, how on earth am I going to balance being a full time Les Mis fan and SPN fan when the show starts back up in October? And Arrow and Agents of SHIELD and Elementary and oh dear I'm sunk.
Okaaay I think that's enough for now. Catch ya later; stay shiny!