Why is it that showtunes can make even the shittiest, ugliest days so bright and pretty?
I cried so much yesterday. It was so odd seeing everyone bawling (especially Dave!). I gave out so many hugs. We were all a mess, the music room was FULL of tissues afterwards and we had to start 15 minutes late to pull ourselves together. Meghan gave all the seniors really cute decorated frames with our pictures in them and special messages. It was really sad and happy at the same time. The cast party was a blast, music and karaoke, then we had an impromptu afterparty at Heather's with another game of Spin the Bottle (not the entire cast this time, maybe about a dozen or so of us), then off to Nathanael's for the senior sleepover. We watched Ten Things I Hate About You and started Sin City, went to sleep about 4 and woke up around 9 and played hooky. We went to IHOP in Shrewsbury and then they were going to go play baseball, but I came back here to do some work (which I am yet to do! EEP!)

I'll post pictures from the last few days when Photobucket decides to cooperate.
I'm doing this now, before I leave, because I'm not going to be back for probably another 24 hours.

This afternoon is my last show ever. I woke up crying, and I still am. I'm an absolute mess. I never want this show to end, because that means it's all over. The time I've spent with the theater kids has been the best I've had in my entire life. I seriously don't know where I'd be without all of you. I doubt I'd even be around if it weren't for the stage. This is by far one of the hardest days of my life, having to say goodbye to this forever. So much has happened to me because of theater, good and bad, and I am forever indebted to all of you for being yourselves and being so great. I love all of you more than anything in the world, and I'm serious.

Goodbye theater. I'm going to miss you.
Tonight was amazing.

I love you all.

And the stupid thing I was gonna do? Put off until tomorrow (I hope)
I have so much on my plate right now. My to do list (in no particular order):
-English book report
-Spanish book report
-Spanish project
-Bio project
-Bio test
-Bio homework
-Other homework
-Practice/learning lines for Crazy for You
-Practice/learning lines for one act
-College shit
-Sleep

The stress is getting to me, I have to admit, plus I'm still fucking sick, after months, even though it's just a little. I've resorted to odd methods to try and numb whatever this is that seems to be getting to me. So after today I've determined that taking Sudafed, Benadryl, and Tylenol at the same time is not a good thing. A lot of today is a bit of a haze already, and I guess I was acting a little odd today. Oh well. Sorry if I did anything stupid, I guess.

Oh, and I had to add this ).
It took me all of three seconds to do, but a few of you know what I mean by one comment. See, in Rent while they're on the subway singing "Santa Fe" there's this guy sitting there that looks just like my ex's dad. It's kinda creepy.
I had quite an eventful weekend, for me at least. Friday started out with practice, which I hadn’t gone to in about forever because of my part in the show. Fridays is supposed to be for going over the musical numbers that were blocked during the week, so I really wouldn’t have had to go otherwise, but we had to get measured for costumes, so I showed up. Mostly I just sat with Tim and Nathanael and talked, because they were there for the same reason I was. At one point, I made a reference to Brokeback Mountain, because of Tyler and Julia. Tyler got Mario’s part, due to extenuating circumstances that led to Mario’s having to leave the show. A lot of us were really happy about that.

After practice, I came home for about an hour, and then came back to school to meet up with some people from GSA. We got into two cars and headed to Westboro, where we saw Brokeback Mountain. I really liked it; I thought it was absolutely gorgeous. The set was out if this world, and the writing was really nice. The only real flaw I saw with it was the fact that half Heath Ledger’s lines were indecipherable, even for me. Someone needs to get that man some diction lessons!

Yesterday I woke up at eleven, much to the disliking of my fellow cast members, considering they all had to be at school for nine for practice (we had done all of my Act 1 scenes, so Meghan told me I didn’t have to go) with no voice. However, when Heather informed me of a party at her house that night, I just had to go. When I got there, she and Emily were making purses out of bras to sell for a breast cancer charity. I might buy one, since they were pretty cute, I have to admit. After they were done and more people started to show up, Fillers and I played with the hot glue gun. I stole an unused green strap and turned it into a cute little adjustable bracelet, which I’m still wearing. He glued things to his hand. That’s a little weird, but I’m not one to vouch for his motives. A lot of other random things went on, as per usual at these kinds of parties. At one point I colored two of my fingernails in with a Sharpie. I think it was supposed to be gold-colored, but it looked more like poo to me. Marissa bought a Jim Gaffigan DVD, so a few of us watched that. It was really funny. I don’t think I’ll ever think about Hot Pockets or cake the same way. Mostly we just stood in Heather’s kitchen eating pretzels and cake and hummus and listening to random mixes of music. I danced with pretty much everyone there. When I left, there were a bunch of people all crammed into Emily Bradford’s car doing God knows what. All I know is that they weren’t too busy to flash the lights at me and get my attention. Knowing the people I hang with, however, I’m pretty sure I’d rather not find out what they were doing in there.

In all, I made Tim “cry” seven times this weekend, including practice on Friday. I swear, that kid cries at least once daily, oftentimes for no reason at all. I have to admit that he’s very good at it, though. He can shed actual tears, and that’s hard to do on command.

Owies.

Sep. 23rd, 2005 08:21 pm
I got hit in the back of the neck with a xylophone. Yeah, odd story. I flopped down onto the couch during practice today and my neck hit the xylophone. It fucking kills and I think I'm going to have a monstrous bruise for a few days. But hey, it was due to my own stupidity, so I shouldn't complain.

But on the brighter side, we finished the blocking for the entire show!

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