Tired in more ways than one.
I am tired. Exhausted. Physically, emotionally, mentally...just...gone. I cried four times today. Four. Three at school. The last time that happened was Chelynne. Everything is caving in, except, ironically, school. I enjoy school. My actual classes. And I love Adv Narrative Studies...it's my freaking drama that's throwing me in a tizzy.
Regionals is this weekend. Saturday. Mr Wong told Colin and I not to worry, that he would find us an accompanist. So, we trusted him. Thursday night, and we have none. Colin's mom *could* have learned, but it's too late now. And my solo gets screwed over too. That hurts. My last year...and I have nothing to compete with. I've been pretty torn up over it today...
Oh, but there's more to this Regionals thing! We have all these drops, and if our drops exceed 10%, we may not be invited back for State. Ouch. So, Mrs. Edwards is trying to arrange everything to work. David and Colin are taking a scene, and I may be taking monologues. Where did this come from??
We open our play one week from today. As of now, we are still costumeless and were just told we have to find our own. So the costume manager and crew did nothing. Pretty irked about that. Not to mention I was getting yelled at about costumes.
No fun.
Colin's birthday is Saturday. Happy Birthday, Colin. Sorry it's in the middle of chaos.
Everybody please pray for my, and others sanity. I fear I'm already losing it.
Oh well. All's well that is well in the end. Let's just hope the end *is* well.
Regionals is this weekend. Saturday. Mr Wong told Colin and I not to worry, that he would find us an accompanist. So, we trusted him. Thursday night, and we have none. Colin's mom *could* have learned, but it's too late now. And my solo gets screwed over too. That hurts. My last year...and I have nothing to compete with. I've been pretty torn up over it today...
Oh, but there's more to this Regionals thing! We have all these drops, and if our drops exceed 10%, we may not be invited back for State. Ouch. So, Mrs. Edwards is trying to arrange everything to work. David and Colin are taking a scene, and I may be taking monologues. Where did this come from??
We open our play one week from today. As of now, we are still costumeless and were just told we have to find our own. So the costume manager and crew did nothing. Pretty irked about that. Not to mention I was getting yelled at about costumes.
No fun.
Colin's birthday is Saturday. Happy Birthday, Colin. Sorry it's in the middle of chaos.
Everybody please pray for my, and others sanity. I fear I'm already losing it.
Oh well. All's well that is well in the end. Let's just hope the end *is* well.