I hope your heart's as big and as complex as any Beatles' song.
I really hate computers. I had this long post all typed up and I hit a key that, for some unknown reason, made it go back. And, unfortunately for me, when I proceeded to move forward it didnt' have my post saved. My life stinks. Not really, but that's okay.
Anyway, let me try to retype it all.
I've decided to make the best of my present situation in theatre, despite my immense disappointment, and do the best job I can do. I don't want to end my senior year badly. That would just be sad. And, as I anticipate a talk with Mr. Seffield approaching in my near future, I am planning on telling him about how I'm feeling. Everything. I plan on being polite, but honest, about how he has made me feel for the past four years. Pretty much everyone is thinking the same thing, so I might as well say it. Perhaps Mr. Sheffield will be enlightened and maybe change his ways. I hope that I can summon enough bavery and strength to fight back the tears that I know will be coming so I can get it all out. It's a bit scary, but what do I have to lose? I'm never going to be in a Kingwood High School theatre production again, so I should just spit it out. If I don't do it Monday, I fully intend on doing it before the year is over. But anyway,I slowly beginning to feel better, and appreciate everyone putting up with me. In my opinion, my whining is a bit understandable, but not excusable. So I will be working on that, so I'm sorry if I snap at you. Even if you do say something stupid to make me say it.
I want everyone who made the crew/cast/and alternates that I am very happy for you all! It's going to be a great show and I'm really excited to see how it turns out. And I'm sorry if I make your costume and it turns looks ugly. Really.
On another note, dinner theatre is this weekend and I still have quite a bit of preperation to do. So hopefully that will all get done. I'm a bit bummed about missing the Tsunami-relief concert because I really wanted to go, but I'll get over it.
I haven't heard back from Tulsa yet and I'm slightly concerned. What if Mrs. Robinson or whatever forgot to send in the recommendation? I will cry. They're probably thinking "Psh! She's taking to long! She won't be accepted!" And even if I am accepted there's still the audition, and I still need to pick monologues and songs. And Baylor auditions are coming up too! Ack!
And then there's my English paper. Wow...I'm stressed. I think some of us should make a trip up to the U of H library Sunday because I need some research like whoa.
I love that phrase. Like whoa.
I was listening to my Amber Drive Cd (Not because I'm obssessed with Jason like the 3 billion other girls in Kingwood High School, but because I needed some mellowish music. And I'm infatuated with Brett, but that's beside the point) and I was amazed by the quality of the CD. They really sound great. I mean, I've heard it before, but I haven't listened to it in a while.
So I think that's really about it. Drama and stress. Good times. Sort of.
I need to read Rasselas and sleep. Ugh.
Anyway, let me try to retype it all.
I've decided to make the best of my present situation in theatre, despite my immense disappointment, and do the best job I can do. I don't want to end my senior year badly. That would just be sad. And, as I anticipate a talk with Mr. Seffield approaching in my near future, I am planning on telling him about how I'm feeling. Everything. I plan on being polite, but honest, about how he has made me feel for the past four years. Pretty much everyone is thinking the same thing, so I might as well say it. Perhaps Mr. Sheffield will be enlightened and maybe change his ways. I hope that I can summon enough bavery and strength to fight back the tears that I know will be coming so I can get it all out. It's a bit scary, but what do I have to lose? I'm never going to be in a Kingwood High School theatre production again, so I should just spit it out. If I don't do it Monday, I fully intend on doing it before the year is over. But anyway,I slowly beginning to feel better, and appreciate everyone putting up with me. In my opinion, my whining is a bit understandable, but not excusable. So I will be working on that, so I'm sorry if I snap at you. Even if you do say something stupid to make me say it.
I want everyone who made the crew/cast/and alternates that I am very happy for you all! It's going to be a great show and I'm really excited to see how it turns out. And I'm sorry if I make your costume and it turns looks ugly. Really.
On another note, dinner theatre is this weekend and I still have quite a bit of preperation to do. So hopefully that will all get done. I'm a bit bummed about missing the Tsunami-relief concert because I really wanted to go, but I'll get over it.
I haven't heard back from Tulsa yet and I'm slightly concerned. What if Mrs. Robinson or whatever forgot to send in the recommendation? I will cry. They're probably thinking "Psh! She's taking to long! She won't be accepted!" And even if I am accepted there's still the audition, and I still need to pick monologues and songs. And Baylor auditions are coming up too! Ack!
And then there's my English paper. Wow...I'm stressed. I think some of us should make a trip up to the U of H library Sunday because I need some research like whoa.
I love that phrase. Like whoa.
I was listening to my Amber Drive Cd (Not because I'm obssessed with Jason like the 3 billion other girls in Kingwood High School, but because I needed some mellowish music. And I'm infatuated with Brett, but that's beside the point) and I was amazed by the quality of the CD. They really sound great. I mean, I've heard it before, but I haven't listened to it in a while.
So I think that's really about it. Drama and stress. Good times. Sort of.
I need to read Rasselas and sleep. Ugh.