When you ask boys to hold the tape, they just stick pieces on your arm and then tape your slippers to your jeans and they will flop you with the garland and sometimes they act like they're going to throw the scissors at you from across the room even if they don't. Then you have to chase them down the hall and throw your slippers at them, but first they'll untangle the garland that's too high for you to reach.
While they still hurt like anvils were dropped on each of my individual lower leg bones, muscles, etc, I do have to admit that my actual legs look really nice right now. If it wasn't Novemeber, I'd totally use this as an opportunity to wear something with a short skirt.
Until then...snapshots from the past week-ish (It's like the "Weekend in Bullets" plus the rest of the week!):
* [From the first night of the play, while "Dream the Impossible Dream" was playing] KEVIN: Hey, guys, let's do this tonight. ME: What, 'right the unrightable wrong?'
* When you reach the point that it's natural for your legs to hurt, that's when you need to finish your play.
* But it never gets old to show off bruises and other battle scars. I have a killer bruise/scrapped up section on my left leg from tripping over a large black block last night during photo call.
* ME: Repeat after me. Daniel. Ruben. *Stein*. Daniel. Rubenstein. Daniel Rubenstein. If you're going to taunt me with something, at least say the name right.
* Theatre game that never gets old, especially with new people: Donkey Says, Donkey Does.
* I've discovered that I like Hist and Lit better when I stop listening to all the background information that we're lectured at about (and then never use again) and plot out other things.
* Ooh! I have ice cream in the fridge!
* Good present in the mail: random travel brochures from an unknown source. Better present in the mail: random CD from an unknown band trying to get their music out by sending it to students off college directories. It wasn't to me, but I totally have a copy burned already.
* Bad idea: staying up until 8 a.m. to finish a costuming project. Good idea: finishing the costuming project. And sleeping.
* The sleep feature on the TV is my friend.
* BRENT, during [the 2 1/2 hour plus] photo call last night: I wish this was the Old Testament, you know, with all those geneology sections. 'Okay, guys, we've got the 12 Tribes of Israel part, let's skip ten pages.'
* It's never encouraging when your father knows more about London accommodations than you do, and you're the one trying to sell him on the trip.
* Apparently, I *can* write a research paper in half a day.
* Melissa's fun in her bitter, broken-up stage, when we get to plot awful things to do to Ben [they broke up, y'all]. Also, she bakes!
* I refuse to allow a stupid computer program [Excel] to act smarter than myself. Even if it isn't actually stupid and does even addition math better than I ever could.
* JOHN: The show was actually really good, even with all the warnings you had. But the puppets are still my favorite part. ME: You're not supposed to tell me that; that's not what we're trying to do. JOHN: Sorry.
* When you pull off an entire dress (with a $&*)Q@ ruffle and everything), and most of the rest of your class makes just a skirt, you don't have to worry about the grade anymore.
* It's taken me since my first show in high school, but I can finally do my own eyeliner. Correctly, in fact.
Possibly the saddest part of my geography test today wasn't a lack of basic knowledge (like I feared when I didn't get to start studying until the end of rehearsal around 12:30-ish last night/morning), as I actualy feel pretty good about this test. No, it would be around question twenty-four when I used my back knowledge of Walt Disney World's Enchanted Tiki Room to figure out the weather patterns of the tropical rainforest. I figure the Imagineers must know something I couldn't remember at 9:30 this morning.
Maybe you've noticed I hardly talk about my first foray into the world of TSU Mainstages?
Quoting Rosie, one of the ASMs (and so much more), at rehearsal:
"Once upon a time, I wasted, no not wasted...well..."spent" a month on this play about videogames. And it almost drove me insane. But, it's over in a week, and that makes me happy."
And even better, between myself and Jared:
"She wants an old school stool."
"Nice. That was a good one."
"Actually, it was really pathetic and awful, but I had to say it anyway."
"No, no, that's the highlight of the night."
"That's just sad."
"And that's just an understatement."
I hate when I'm in a bad mood after rehearsal (like last night, and frankly after most of the practices we've had since the first week), because--in my world of How Theatre Should Work--that's not how things happen. When stuff is coming together and everything's getting done productively, I don't come home grouchy and put out and needing to not hang out with other human beings until I get past the petulent stage, but that's not where this show is yet (with slightly over a week to go), and that's fueling my mood lately. Plus, it doesn't help that, even after all these years, I still don't take criticism well (whatever it might be), and when you throw that in with everything else, no wonder I feel like burning my script.
On the positive side of the universe, we managed our first entire run-through last night (how many weeks again?), and Leroy [my puppet] has become quickly loved by the cast. Quote from Stacey: "Oh! He's made from chocolate bars and kittens and everything else good!"
I woke up this morning from a dream where I was packing for London and then didn't go to legal class. On the plus side, I did homework and finally folded my laundry that had been sitting in my hamper since Monday. Everything I'll wear for the next three weeks will have wrinkles. I sense a new fashion trend!
Mini Revelation: I've stopped being a writer just as I really needed to be one. Huh.
Where I Am Right Now:
* Sorry for not posting more (I kept telling myself I'd get the band trip report--featuring cops on two occassions, crowded elevators, a car wreck, and walking through the McDonald's drive-thru--out before anything else.)
* Bummed since registration went screwy and I couldn't get into the JINS class I liked above all the rest
* Ready to fly out to London at any moment, especially now that I've decided to run there over spring break and forget this summer
* Needing to talk to my parents about that (and to spit out my passport paperwork...Can I do that up here?)
* Excited about my puppet again (and puppets in general), though not the rest of the show, which seems to fall even more behind with each rehearsal
* Confused because of ... well, we'll call them "vibes" among my friends and additional comments that I don't feel like going into
* Happy and Satisfied to remain single, Thank You Very Much
* Preparing to start stage managing another one-act show involving lots of people that I already know and love to work with
* Busy, because would we really have it any other way?