But you don't really go for music, do ya?
I'm not dead. I promise. As exhausted as I might be, I'm not quite dead.
I'm really looking forward to The Mystery of Edwin Drood. It's definitely some of the best work I've done in a while, and it's just an all-around fun show. For anyone who hasn't heard of it, it's based on the novel of the same name that Charles Dickens died halfway through writing. Because of that, the audience gets to vote on different issues, like who the mysterious detective is, who Edwin Drood's murderer is, and who gets to fall in love with whom. Sure we have to memorize about 10 different endings each, but it's a fantastic challenge. Plus I wasn't type cast in this, so YAY.
However, rehearsals have claimed me for about 30 hours a week and that's less than ideal...but the pillows on the wagon for the opium den are really comfortable, so sleep hasn't been terribly elusive...
When I'm not sleeping or in rehearsal, I'm scrambling to memorize Aguecheek's lines for Twelfth Night. I'm a little over halfway done.
I came to a sad realization today that as swamped as I am, I think things will be bleak on the love horizon for a while...at least until about May, or until I'm done being hung-up on stupid shit. And would it even be wise to look for something when I have no idea where I'll be by May of 2009? I do think about it a lot, and I think I miss the moral support that comes with it, but my friends are all the support I think I'll need for now. I really don't know why that bothers me as much as it does...Maybe it's the Seasonal Affective Disorder acting up again. Guh.
But on a happy note, I might actually have something in theatre to do this summer! HUZZAH! I need to do more research on it, but I might be ok with not doing OTA auditions this year. That would honestly take a load off of my shoulders.
I'm really looking forward to The Mystery of Edwin Drood. It's definitely some of the best work I've done in a while, and it's just an all-around fun show. For anyone who hasn't heard of it, it's based on the novel of the same name that Charles Dickens died halfway through writing. Because of that, the audience gets to vote on different issues, like who the mysterious detective is, who Edwin Drood's murderer is, and who gets to fall in love with whom. Sure we have to memorize about 10 different endings each, but it's a fantastic challenge. Plus I wasn't type cast in this, so YAY.
However, rehearsals have claimed me for about 30 hours a week and that's less than ideal...but the pillows on the wagon for the opium den are really comfortable, so sleep hasn't been terribly elusive...
When I'm not sleeping or in rehearsal, I'm scrambling to memorize Aguecheek's lines for Twelfth Night. I'm a little over halfway done.
I came to a sad realization today that as swamped as I am, I think things will be bleak on the love horizon for a while...at least until about May, or until I'm done being hung-up on stupid shit. And would it even be wise to look for something when I have no idea where I'll be by May of 2009? I do think about it a lot, and I think I miss the moral support that comes with it, but my friends are all the support I think I'll need for now. I really don't know why that bothers me as much as it does...Maybe it's the Seasonal Affective Disorder acting up again. Guh.
But on a happy note, I might actually have something in theatre to do this summer! HUZZAH! I need to do more research on it, but I might be ok with not doing OTA auditions this year. That would honestly take a load off of my shoulders.