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Talk about the rollercoaster of life. In the course of a week I've been from one end of the spectrum to the other (just about, barring extremes). Last weekend "The Vegas Room" opened and it went great. It was so nice to be a part of something, actually a part of it rather than standing in the wings watching it go by. Even with the long hours of tech week it was one of the best experiences of my life. Tech week was long and kindof draining but the show run made up for that. Megan got to come out to see the show which was amazing, so great to see her again and that she could actually see it live.
Then after that life decided to play catch-up again with all of my slacking and procrastination. Friday I had a paper due in philosophy, quiz in Japanese and an exam in History of Modern Theater, all before noon. Needless to say I was spazing out of my mind Thursday night -- to those of you who caught my away message, that's the reason why. Thankfully I plunked the paper out in under two hours, I knew the Japanese would be easy (a basic quiz) and I just resigned myself to the best I could do when I could find my Modern textbook that night. Wasn't a happy camper about that, but hey, that's what I get for skipping class (no attendance policy) and barely being able to pay attention when I do finally go. But I maintain that isn't my fault. She presents the material so badly; she basically just rattles facts off of her sheet which we dutifully jot down, albeit an abbreviated form. It doesn't get taught, it's literally just thrown out to the room. I learned more in theater history from Tom, the bumbling, rambling old man that waxed into stories every ten minutes. He knew what he was talking about, he understood that and it came across. Connections were made. I was talking with a few classmates today and I'm not the only one feeling this way, either, so that's some consolation. Doesn't help my grade, but whatever. I have a 3.66 right now and it's gonna take more than one bad test to fuck that up.
Did I mention I have an audition today, Saturday? Yeah, I do. "Zanna, Don't" is being done by one of the directing class students in the studio theater and I'm dance captain. For some reason, I still don't really know what, I decided to give it a shot at getting a role, as well. On top of dance captain and Paint Charge for "Hedda Gabler." Yeah, it's gonna be an interesting half of the semester. Granted the first half was interesting, but at least then we had a hot-as-hell performance to show for it.
Tonight I was laying in bed watching "Frasier" and I got sappy again, yay fun. One of the characters was admitted to the hospital for a bypass in a quite emotional episode, and I got emotional as well. No I wasn't bawling my eyes out or anything, but yeah. I'd like to meet a guy, to have somebody to be there with me for something like that. I know that I'm only 20 and it'll come in time I'm sure, but that doesn't mean that I can't want it. Frankly I think it'd be more worrisome if I didn't want that. I need somebody to share my life with. And by that I don't mean the rest of it to settle down and have plants and cats together, but just this stage of my life at least. You know how I am. If you don't then why the hell are you reading my journal? ::shrugs:: Anyway, time to go sleep. Auditions are in 12 hours and Mom and Lou are coming out late afternoon to see "Guys & Dolls." Y'all be well.
P.S. This LJ spell checker doesn't recognize "yay" as a word ... wtf, seriously. If my phone recognizes "dontcha," then LJ should recognize "yay."
Then after that life decided to play catch-up again with all of my slacking and procrastination. Friday I had a paper due in philosophy, quiz in Japanese and an exam in History of Modern Theater, all before noon. Needless to say I was spazing out of my mind Thursday night -- to those of you who caught my away message, that's the reason why. Thankfully I plunked the paper out in under two hours, I knew the Japanese would be easy (a basic quiz) and I just resigned myself to the best I could do when I could find my Modern textbook that night. Wasn't a happy camper about that, but hey, that's what I get for skipping class (no attendance policy) and barely being able to pay attention when I do finally go. But I maintain that isn't my fault. She presents the material so badly; she basically just rattles facts off of her sheet which we dutifully jot down, albeit an abbreviated form. It doesn't get taught, it's literally just thrown out to the room. I learned more in theater history from Tom, the bumbling, rambling old man that waxed into stories every ten minutes. He knew what he was talking about, he understood that and it came across. Connections were made. I was talking with a few classmates today and I'm not the only one feeling this way, either, so that's some consolation. Doesn't help my grade, but whatever. I have a 3.66 right now and it's gonna take more than one bad test to fuck that up.
Did I mention I have an audition today, Saturday? Yeah, I do. "Zanna, Don't" is being done by one of the directing class students in the studio theater and I'm dance captain. For some reason, I still don't really know what, I decided to give it a shot at getting a role, as well. On top of dance captain and Paint Charge for "Hedda Gabler." Yeah, it's gonna be an interesting half of the semester. Granted the first half was interesting, but at least then we had a hot-as-hell performance to show for it.
Tonight I was laying in bed watching "Frasier" and I got sappy again, yay fun. One of the characters was admitted to the hospital for a bypass in a quite emotional episode, and I got emotional as well. No I wasn't bawling my eyes out or anything, but yeah. I'd like to meet a guy, to have somebody to be there with me for something like that. I know that I'm only 20 and it'll come in time I'm sure, but that doesn't mean that I can't want it. Frankly I think it'd be more worrisome if I didn't want that. I need somebody to share my life with. And by that I don't mean the rest of it to settle down and have plants and cats together, but just this stage of my life at least. You know how I am. If you don't then why the hell are you reading my journal? ::shrugs:: Anyway, time to go sleep. Auditions are in 12 hours and Mom and Lou are coming out late afternoon to see "Guys & Dolls." Y'all be well.
P.S. This LJ spell checker doesn't recognize "yay" as a word ... wtf, seriously. If my phone recognizes "dontcha," then LJ should recognize "yay."