The performance did not go well. I was three counts behind in the music (and thus on the wrong foot) and the ending was sticky sticky terrible YUCK BAD BAD BAD which is loathesome because it's the last thing the audience sees.
So yeah, I'm not happy about that. Not at ALL.
I'll just hope no one noticed. Everybody says that they didn't notice anything, but you never know if they're just saying that to make you feel better.
Nutcracker is coming up. wee~!
have a day! or two...or three...or eight point three...
If you go to the n, you will find a section on message boards. If you go to that section of message boards, there will be banner ads and an announcement in a beige box telling you that THIS, a site based on a TV station, is the place for you to "tell it like it is, get it off your chest, and maybe make some good friends." Right. Sure. The message they give you after you submit your post says that a board moderator is checking the message to see if it's ok. I have no problem with board moderators, but their whole ad campaign focuses on how this is a free zone, this is the place where it's "real life now." You write one thing about bisexuality or homosexuality and you're zapped.
I wrote a message about my dog Max dying in response to a moroseful girl who's Sheltie died the night before. They posted that one; I support that desicion: it was a condoling message. I told the girl that the pain would subside and that she should focus on the positives of her relationship with the doggy. However, I also support the telling of real life for reals. If they're afraid of deflowering the "virgin ears" of their "honest" message board goers, they shouldn't have a motto about how free you are at their site.
If the site is going to be "real. life. now", why not put in BOTH HALVES of real life? Half of the time, you're deeply miserable, thoughtful, losing, whatever. That's not the half they're showing. Not that losing your dog isn't deeply sad, it is, and it's very real, but still...wouldn't you agree that a sexual orientation is perhaps even less hard core than that? If they're going to talk about death and dying, the way we live our lives is not important. So why not let anyone talk about it?
Good stuff last night, too. I got there on call (marvelous), which was four hours before curtain. We did about thirty minutes of rehearsing...which I slept through. See, I flopped down in the hammock up in the Cabanna o Crack and fell asleep and when I woke back up, all the people who were waiting around were gone...I went down the hill and they were all there. Whoopsy daisies. :-P So then the performance started. Everyone was on fire. Us ravers were ultra hyper. The house was freakin PACKED, too. We even got some little kids to dance with us. Very fun.
The best part was after the performance: cast party!!! I watched the elevator scene again. It would help if Hermione paused a little longer on the breath when she touches Perdita's head. And if she started a little softer. Man, when they were first rehearsing that scene and I was watching...woo. That scene has got to be one of the most powerful bits of acting that I've ever seen. That and one of the scenes in Act III, when Polina's hecka pissed at Leontes for killing the queen and prince with his jealousy and grief.
So anyways, cast party. We all came down the hill, most of us still in costume. We went and boogied on the stage for a long time, basically, cheering our asses of during John Moscone's speech; he's the artistic director. Then we grabbed some audience members who stayed for the party (it was in the lobby) and forced them up on the stage with us. We also got Adam, Elias, and Megan, the apprentices, and Mr. Moscone, Peter, Coleman, and Mila. Peter plays Polixines, Coleman plays Autolocous, and Mila plays Perdita. Very cool party.
There's one thing I found out yesterday or the day before that disturbed me: All the ravers either smoke cigarettes or weed or both. Steve, who memorizes monologues and dresses straight out of a Charles Dickens book has been in my esteem: he's pretty funny and nice and guys who act are just cool. Then I found out that he smokes in the bathrooms at his high school and does weed. My jaw dropped. I found out John (not Moscone), who's my age, also does weed and smokes cigarettes. I asked them why they did it, they said they liked "the buzz".
"So it doesn't bother you that your lungs are getting blacker every time you light up?" Steve shook his head.
"Those DARE officers are full of shit." John said. So what if they're full of shit, it's not like DARE's the only evidence against smoking that there is. Take my gramma, who died from empysima. Take the coughs, the yellowed teeth, the rotting gums, the deaths a year that outnumber car accidents in gross amounts, take the freakin ingredients...cyanide, all the same stuff as rat poisoin. Rat freakin poison. I just don't get people sometimes. Then the really sad part was that they were making themselves out to be saints by saying that they would never to speed or heroin or shit like that. They were talking about how DARE officers said that weed was a gateway drug because if you like what weed did, you would go for more hardcore stuff. I literally wanted to throttle them. So they were saying that they would only smoke weed and never fuck themselves up with heroin or speed.
Not that I don't respect their decision to kill themselves a little bit day by day...it's just that I don't.
Nobody appreciates you for blowing smoke into your face. However, creating something beautiful or exciting or funny or sad or thoughtful or intriguing, that you are appreciated for. Who needs drugs when you can hop up onstage and get higher faster without the fall?
OK, back to the cast party. Muchas fun. The actors all seemed tres happy and in their rightful habitat, all so basking in the happiness that seemed to be radiating from everyone. I know I was pretty damn happy to be there. Who wouldn't be, with all that yelling and music and dancing? Great stuff, last night.
WOW so much has happened. I wrote a sketch (slash scene slash skit) and performed it today....I am ULTRA happy with my performance. It was a good day today. Yesterday sucked stinky butt, but now I'm happy because my drama class has respect for Brie and I (Brie's my partner). We have to say a movie monologue and a monologue telling a story about something that happened to us. I'm either going to tell about the time I got chased by wild killer bees or my gramma. It depends on how I'm feeling. I'm not sure which movie monologue I'd like to do, though. I haven't seen any. Plus, I already have four other monologues memorized...Sorry, Baptist Gourmet, Red Baron, and the prologue to Romeo and Juliet. ahh, what's another memorization?
annnnnnnd Winter's Tale is going fabulously, even though I want to scream my head off when NOTE TIME comes...it's tedious, boring, and most of it doesn't apply to me since I don't have any real real interesting jobs. Always aggrivating or something.
Now I have to go do my HW or I'll be pulled out of WT by the Supreme Being. Have a day!
That's right...I'm in drama. the end. clap now.
High school is built to implement survival of the fittest. Between the maze like portables, the maze like halls, the maze like shop wing, and the maze like schedule, only the strong survive. Then there's the added "pressure". Of course, there IS no added pressure. They just say that to psych you out. I'm in three honors classes and, on the second day of school, am already reaping what I've sown: homework beyond any past experience. The other thing about the honors classes is the silence. I'm in English and Geometry first semester and the class is constantly pin-drop noise level. IE, none. Incredible. I can work easily and comfortably. If I fail Geometry, atleast I'll fail in a class full of solitude and peace. Whee.
I still haven't found out about drama. Too bad really. I give it till the end of the week before I cement myself into a little stone niche in a catacomb that is the Health/Safety and Geography class. You know, like in "The Cask of Amontillado". Boy, is Poe a downer or what? I've read a lot of his stuff, but Amontillado is just extra gag reflex causing. Interesting dude, Mr. Poe. Very interesting.
Later that evening...7:28 pm
I've been working on homework for an hour and a half. I have nothing to show for it. For, my dear, dear readers, I have been reasearching. Africa. Yes, I've been researching AFrica for my pointless Geography class. and I have nothing to show for it. I'm ready to kill everyone! wheeeee. Ok. Ok. calm down, Kelly. I'm going to go write an essay for English, answer questions so I can get to know my geometry textbook, and DO MORE RESEARCH!!!!!!!!!!! I'M SO EXCITED! If I don't post for another few days, they've locked me in the looney bin for stuffing pencils up the noses of those who aggrivate me. Have an oh so excellent day!!!!
This idea came to me late late late at night while I was lying in bed, trying desparately to sleep; when all my good ideas pop up.
Think about the word take. We use it in the connitation of "steal", thus giving it a negative feel. Unless you're an international bank theif. Then "take" is a good thing.
When do we ever take anything that is ours? I suppose "take" can be used to describe something already in your posession: "I'm going to take this out of my room." "Let's take our cooler with us." But when do you ever see that? We're usually GETTING things out of our rooms and BRINGING things with us.
I didn't say it was an interesting article