“Insanity is my only means of relaxation”
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Alright, so I haven’t posted in…… like forever. Honestly, I haven’t had a lot of free time lately. I’m back now so I will start back to the week of the play.
Wow, what a week. Hectic, crazy, non-stop and yes, I feel insanity setting in. It’s pretty sad when you can honestly say that Monday was the best day of the week; especially when you hate Mondays. What’s even sadder is saying that going to your classes was the most relaxing part of your week. *Yawn* So Monday I had to stay after to help paint the scene flats, Tuesday and Wednesday were spent from 6-9 at rehearsals, then after that I had to stay up ‘till three AM on both nights to get Homework done. And then got up at 5 to get ready for school. On the night of the play I fell asleep on my Homework, so I had to finish up the next morning, and someone spilt apple cider all over it, smearing the ink. So I had to redo everything in five minutes.
The play on Thursday that we performed for our parents went fairly well. The last scene had a pie fight, a sword fight, and my own demise. We had never practiced the scene with the actual whipped cream pies before so when we did, the people through them a little too forcefully and it went across the entire stage. The cream was everywhere, and after we had taken our bows, we set off on a weird adrenalin hype slipping around on stage and being overly noisy.
That Friday we had to perform the play for second period classes, stopping at intermission and starting back up during sixth. I.E we had to keep our stupid makeup on all day long. It was terribly done by our director, and was rather embarrassing. But that was quickly forgotten when we started the second half of the play.
We had a narrator as a character, and he comes out to introduce us but accidentally starts off for a different scene. When he realized this, he pauses, says, ‘Crap, that was the wrong line…… Mrs. B! Mrs. B! What do I do Mrs. B!” running off stage while we all crack up, while trying not to let him see. (Mrs. B was the helper who was following along on the script to feed us our lines if we had forgotten them. The poor guy. He soon recovered and the rest of the play went on seamlessly.
The next week was the beginning of my new semester. I now have speech (Which in and of itself scares the crap out of me), art, and a class that produces our school literary magazine. I have no classes with one of my best friend, and only have lunch with her once a week, which is utterly upsetting. The good news though is that my friends are finally starting to come out of their depressed slump.
This week I have two big research projects to do, plus my grade is to have an assembly on which no one knows what it’s over, though we all assume that we’re going to get yelled at. Haha, but in random news, I have found an addicting art form: Drabbles! These are 100 word short stories that are just bundles of fun!
Anyway, that’s all that I can think of at this moment, so until next time, Keep on Dreamin’ and thanks for readin’ &*)