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FALL PLAY IS OVER - AMEN.
Richard said that I was really good in the play. Which was really nice to hear, even though he had to say it on account of I would've been :(meh if he hadn't, you know? The cast party was a great time. I ate 3 half bananas and about 300 m&ms and a couple of those nacho things with the melted cheese and lettuce on them. yay snavelys, good food. I got 3 senior wills from people (James left me mud, Chris left me his made up version of sign language, and the other Chris left me his vagina. Idk if that one counts, but whatever.)
I'm really glad that I made it through the madness of Thursday. The paper, the project, the 8 chapters of Huck Finn (which I still have to do write-ups for) and generally the lack of sleep was a combination that I thought would kill me. SO glad that's over.
I didn't make the Fantasticks. I'm okay with it though, cause Dave told me, literally, that the only reason I didn't get it was because of the fact that even though the girl in the script is written as 16 years old, the only guy they got (for the man she has love scenes with) is like...35 or something. So that would've been really weird. So instead they're having a girl who's older than 16 play a 16-year-old and not have the awkwardness. I'm cool with this, cause my parents wouldn't have liked it. Let alone my boyfriend might have been a bit freaked out. He did say, though, that for their summer show I don't have to go to the auditions, just the callbacks, and he's going to tell me more about that.
The school musical is coming up, which is a HUGE source of nervousness for me. Just thinking about it is really making me come to terms with the fact that I'm actually not very good at what I want to do. So if I'm randomly angry and start writing bad poetry about how much I suck again, I'm sorry, and that is why.
Something else I'm coming to terms with - I started ballet too late. This is something that I will eventually reconcile with - but probably only when I get to be really good at SOMETHING - cause, honestly, I feel like that's the only thing that will make me feel better about that whole deal, and confident with myself.
I guess it's just that whole future thing freaking me out again...
I mean, I can write. But really, how much have I been doing with that recently? Although that IS one of the things that I KNOW I will do. I'll write books. But it's funny, cause everything that I really want to do needs a backup...idk if any of you have heard me joke about this before, or even if you have the same issue, but seriously - writing, acting, musical theatre, even if I were to get back into painting, which is the only thing I'll brag about, my artwork - they all need backups. So either I'm going to spend a lot of time waitressing, or I'm going to have to give up on a lot of stuff over the years.
Thanksgiving is on my and Richard's six month. which stinks, cause...well, I won't see him. I think we might go see "Happy Feet" over break, though.
Ahh, randomness.
My parents told us at lunch that we're not really getting much for Christmas because we're buying cows for the poor people. You think I'm kidding. My church today had a sign-up-and-pay thing thing. My mom bought me shares of a llama ($20) for Christmas. I'm still wondering which part it was. Maybe the left ear. YAY I HAVE A LLAMA EAR! Seriously, though, I guess it's true, the whole "we have everything we need" thing. But I do like doing the whole "LETS BE OOOOOBER MATERIALISTIC AND BUY EACH OTHER STUFF" part too, kinda.
Which leads me to, CHRISTMAS PARTY, MY HOUSE. <3
I am serious on that, kids. I'm gonna talk to the rents and figure out a date and maybe we'll do a bring-a-gift thing and then a secret santa type trading thing. (I don't care if you're Jewish or going through a religious crisis. I celebrate Christmas, damnit, and I wanna celebrate it with you guys. mmkay?)
huh. long entry.
This has been one hour with Lizzy P on the LJ network. Tune in next time for "complaint no.34 as to why lizzy is bad at life. Thank you, and have a good afternoon."
luurve.