Holding back tears

This might have been the worst week on record.
Last Monday I totaled my car, which was the catalyst for all of the nastiness really.
Now I'm forced back into relying on my dad for transportation which is always lovely ~sarcasm~ He also has been totally pushing me to get another job, I don't think that he's figured out that when he pushes me into something I usually end up miserable, or maybe he just doesn't care. That might be it.
I got a job as a hostess at Red Lobster, but I told them I couldn't accept it, and that totally pissed dad off. I just couldn't stand the thought of being in another restaurant environment, wearing that uniform, being a hostess and all that shit all over again. The thought almost gave me a panic attack.
I couldn't go with Jason to Sheridan for christmas either, since we were planning on driving Stella who is now muerte. He flew in today at 8:30, so I got my ass out of bed and went to get him at the airport. We got to spend a little time together, about 5 hours. I almost hate those kinds of visits more than not having any visits at all. It hurts my heart to be with him for only a few hours and then for him to leave again. It totally sucks that my best friend, my (dare I say it?) soulmate, lives across the country from me. When he comes, all I want to do is grab him, hold on, and never let go.
Bekah says I should have kissed him goodbye. She's right. I can never make the first move, I'm so afraid of rejection, it's sick. I'm so afraid that he won't feel as strongly as I feel. But even more than that, I'm afraid if we're "together" something will happen and I'll lose him totally. I don't think I could handle that. He's so important to me, I want him to be a part of my life for the rest of my life.
I actually noticed 11:11 today. We were curled up on the couch watching a movie. I didn't even make a wish, since my wish was coming true right then.
Thespianically
Sarah

Star Video, 13 recording review, The Beatles, and Bully Blends

Hello virtual world! Long time no see! I had a flash of inspiration and nostalgia today as I was listening to my favorite podcast from IFC...I'm such a movie whore, I know....Here's the link, I'll explain the podcast momentarily, but I highly recommend this podcast to any and all movie lovers .
Anyways, they were talking about a semi famous video store in NYC getting shut down, and it dredged up memories from my own child hood and early teens.
The locally owned star video audio in wyoming was, in a word, the bomb. Of course, this is coming from a biased source, who used to spend every friday night there, arguing with her sisters over which movies to get. It had your classic elements of an indie store, run by koreans, an extensive VHS collection, and of course, the dumbest kids movies on the face of the planet. I remember renting garbage like the hugga bunch club and popples, god, looking back, we were idiots! It also had a GREAT classics section, it had basically everything the marx brothers had ever done (which, I've discovered, is not something most video stores carry) and all of those classics that a budding film buff needs to watch. Well, I'm kinda done talking about that for now, on to subject 2

I suppose before I go on, I'll offer a glossary of what the acronyms in the review mean...since not everybody speaks broadway chat board-ese
OBCR: Original Broadway Cast Recording
JRB: Jason Robert Brown
tL5Y: The Last 5 Years

I bought the 13 OBCR last week, and have taken some time to absorb it, so here are some of my reactions. I don't think yall know this, but I love Jason Robert Brown, he is second only to his amazingness Stephen Sondheim in my mind, and I've even fought people over this. But, anyways, my love for my boy JRB wasn't exactly strengthened or lessened by his newest musical "13"
My favorite thing about JRB's compositions is his use of instrumental accompaniment, and I'm slightly disappointed by the instrumentals in this newest CD. It feels less imaginative and interesting to me. On my first listen to tL5Y, the piano riffs in "Moving Too Fast" and " The Schmeul Song" grabbed me right away and refused to give me up, whereas, he went for a more traditional approach in 13, which, while still good, is not why I fell in love with him. The interesting instrumentals are there, but you really have to be listening for them, as they're much more subtle. Of course, we have to take into consideration that he was writing for child and young teen actors, which, lets face it, aren't Norbert Leo Butz. The instrumentals are definitely solid, which we should expect since JRB is such a phenomenal musician and pianist, and I'm probably just nitpicking, but it's my blog so I'll do whatever I want.
Now I'm going to write something positive, since I haven't exactly been supportive thus far. The songs are mostly upbeat and positive, even as they deal with the drama of being a teenager and etc. One of my favorite songs on the recording is "A Little More Homework" It's one of those songs that uplifts you, whether or not you want it to.

In other news, I went shopping for the Salvation Army Angel Tree today...I picked a 10 year old girl who wanted "Jewelry" and "CDs" So, I went out to Target and started wandering aimlessly. At first I was looking in the jewelry section that's more for the adult set, but then I found the little girls section with the sparkly stuff...and I got her one of those heart necklaces with the big ring and post clasp that are popular, and some cute bobby pins, since who doesn't love cute bobby pins? I was kinda going out on a limb here, since I wasn't big into jewelry back when I was that age, so I wasn't sure if it was too "young" for her, but I think I did ok.
Then I went to the music section, not entirely certain about what to get her. I ended up going for a Jonas Brothers CD, since that's what popular on the Disney Channel these days...hopefully that works. Then, I got a little bit daring. I bought her The Beatles #1 Hits CD. I think I was roughly in the 4th grade when I first heard The Beatles and fell in love. I'm fairly certain that most human beings are wired to like The Beatles at birth...and besides, if I had to buy her the Jonas Brothers garbage, I should atone for it with the best pop group in the history of the world. I also have this feeling that if she doesn't like it now it'll grow on her. I'm fairly certain that the Jonas Brothers will fade out in a few years, but The Beatles are timeless, and maybe this CD will become like my five iron frenzy cds have become, the go to music when you need a lift.
~sigh~ I love the Beatles!

I'm working at a coffee shop nowadays, having quit at the firehouse (hallelujah praise the lord!) It's hands down the best in-between-high-school-and-college job I could ever hope to find, it's so much fun and I love the people there! I'm now skilled in the fine art of making espresso and sandwiches and I get all the coffee and tea I want. Totally awesome. It's so sweet when I make people's day a little brighter with a cup of coffee or a pot of tea, and I love it when they compliment the decorations or garnishes I do. ~cough~shamelessplug~cough~ Yall should come in to Bully Blends, cuz we rock!

Well, that pretty much wraps it up for now...I know it's been forever and this was a really long post...but what I lack in regularity I make up for in sheer quantity, right?

Thespianically (although it's been a while)
Sarah

a moment of silence

for my poor little arwen. She has spun her last revolution, and with it, she took 5 years of my personal hoard of...well...stuff. My computer has a dual hard drive, so my mom installed system software on the backup drive, but it doesn't have any of my presets or saved files or anything. My bookmarks for Safari are gone, some docs and pics and stuff that I had been meaning to put on my flash drive are gone...EVERYTHING IS GONE! I feel so lost and alone and sad. One of the worst things was losing my conversation histories on MSN messenger, I'm kind of a pack rat, so I have stuff saved from when I was moving here and discussing with all of my old friends about how much I miss wyoming, and stuff from the day we found out Siebrasse was fired, and stuff from my 18th birthday. WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Ok, so I guess one thing was spared...all of my music is still intact because I had moved it to the backup drive because it had more storage space.
I'll probably whine about this more later, but I have to work a double tomorrow.
I MISS MY SPRING AWAKENING DESKTOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Morosely and decidedly not thespianically
Sarah

I don't have a ton to say

except that I HURT! I just did a 6 hour bussing stint, and OH MY GOD! My back is protesting so loudly I can barely stand it. I'm so keyed up from work too, I can't fall asleep. Working at the restaurant is fun, but at the end of the day I'm just so ready for sleep, but the work just winds you up so much you can't.
Rally's coming up....~sarcasm~ WOO HOO ~endsarcasm~ starting tomorrow we're supposed to wear rally clothes and shit, but I happen to not own any. I've never liked that scene very much. Yeah...I dunno...I'm going to try for sleep again.
Less Thespianically than I would like
Sarah

My life of boringness

last night, I went to a play where the majority of the cast were handicapped people, ate a subpar waffle at perkins, and watched a really bad and gory movie at a friends house. Today I went to a church which was much more charismatic than the church I'm used to attending, and spent 3 hours in an epic water battle royale. And although these things might sound very boring, I had a brilliant time. I have to wonder, am I that starved for fun?

Where There's A Will

Sometimes, there's still is no way.
par exemple: I'm sitting here, it's almost 2:30 (by the time I finish this it probably will be 2:30, but this records the beginning time, not the end time) and there's only 2 people currently online on MSN.
One, Dustin, is a cop from Kansas that I met over the intarwebs, and I already have had a chat with him and discovered that we have absolutely nothing in common (I know, there should have been a tip off somewhere with the whole cop thing)
Two, Jason (or Dralathan, don't ask), is the guy I grew up with, and I haven't actually communicated with him since about April. Buy anyways, back to the subject, I'm sitting here ~willing~ Jason to strike up a conversation with me since I really truly do miss him. However, it's not happening. I know, I know, you're sitting at home thinking "Why doesn't she just start the conversation then if she's so keen on talking to him?" Well, that'd be fine, if he wasn't the sort of person that you had to let come to you or he'll just run away.

Change of subject
I really want to find a boyfriend, I just have no idea as to how to go about doing it. All I can think of are dumb ideas like "hang around bully blends, drink a pot of tea, and read The Catcher In The Rye so some random guy can think I'm 'cool' and want to talk to me" and such nonsense. I think these sorts of ideas make me look more unapproachable than anything, the only time it worked was when I was at scheels reading Animal Farm and the guy who hit on me had no idea what the book was even about.
There was a pretty cute guy who came to Bully's open mic night a couple of weeks ago, he seemed to be slightly out of my league...but I don't really have a league so whatever. I need to find someone who is very similar to ~name deleted~ but not him, since he's currently taken and I have no intention of ever stealing a guy away from his girlfriend intentionally.
Bleh, well it's so late it's early, I must be getting some sleep
Not as Thespianically as I would Like
Sarah

KCC

I just got a comment on my now unused livejournal...from a skeleton in my closet that I long ago hid under piles and piles and piles of dirty laundry, shoes, and homework I didn't actually do. This got me thinking a little bit (and almost got me in a car accident while I was thinking, but that's another story). I don't know if I've mentioned before, but I have trouble trusting people, and I have a problem with really opening up. It seems that almost every time I do, I get burned...then I have a brand new skeleton to bury, needless to say, my closet has a really really high ceiling

life lessons I didn't want to learn

1) JP's rib sauce is really good...until it hits your lower GI tract
2) Pepto Bismol does not stay good forever, even if you refrigerate it
3) It gets damn cold out in the middle of the night in june in south dakota
4) The heater in my car works really really well (that one wasn't too bad I guess)
5) Family Thrift Center is NOT open 24/7
6) Walgreens IS open 24/7
7) However, the Baken Park Walgreens doesn't have an ATM
8) The Pioneer Bank and Trust ATM is on 24/7
9) It costs $3.70 for a 4 oz bottle of Pepto Bismol at Walgreens
10) Slightly creepy balding men work the graveyard shift at Walgreens

If you haven't figured out yet, I've had an interesting late night/early morning

That Feeling

Every once in a while I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's what I've come to associate with depression and it means that it's time for me to do something. I'm feeling alone and a bit...I dunno, I'm going a little stir crazy I guess. I mean, I've been out and about all week, but I haven't really seen any of my friends or anything at all recently, and it's really starting to dawn on me that I'm donen with Stevens, or more specifically, I'm done with the Milo Winter Performing Arts Theatre.
I think that's really what's depressing me, I'm coming off of the "OH MY GOD I'VE GRADUATED FROM HIGH SCHOOL, WOOOOOOOOTAGE!" phase and I've hit the "Oh my god, what the fuck do I do now?" phase. I'm never going to do another show there, I'm never going to sleep up in that booth, I'm never going to run around naked downstairs there ever again. This is indeed a sobering realization. I"m actually feeling a bit relieved about going to work tomorrow, it's getting me out of my house and it really is my purpose at the moment.
The more I think about it, the more I like the idea of a technical theatre degree. I love being on stage, but tech is something that I know I'm good at. I can whip stuff up fast, and I have a working knowledge of lighting and sound systems, and I actually enjoy a lot of that stuff. Maybe I'll get a job on a touring company, you know, see the country, put up sets in no time flat, live on coffee and pizza, etc etc etc.
I'm feeling stupid and impulsive too, I'm seriously considering getting my nose pierced next week, if I can find someone to go with me...that isn't related to me of course.

Pettyness, 0 Comments, and a Head Overflowing

Well, first off I know I'm being petty. My mom's sick and dad's trying to get everything ready for my grandparents. This is one of my least favorite qualities about myself, I despise cleaning house so much that I practically cannot force myself to help during one of the cleaning frenzies. I haven't figured it out at all. My version of cleaning is pitching the junk mail, Loading the dishwasher, and sweeping the floors, anything beyond that and I'm so not the girl for you. Anyways, I'm all gussied up looking like a girl with the understanding that a trip to the DMV was in order for today, however dad's still in a cleaning frenzy.
It's so petty that I'm getting so worked up about this...I mean I've waited 18 years, another weekend won't kill me right? I should be out there helping someone get ready for the whirlwind that is my nana, but I just can't roust myself from the chair and stop dwelling on how much I just want my independence. That's really why I'm so anxious to get it. I hate depending on my friends and on my dad (especially on my dad) to cart me around, there's a car out in my driveway that I am paying for, that is MINE and I can't drive it without wheedling and wearing down my dad.
If you haven't figured it out yet, we aren't close, dad and I. Everyone else in the world seems to think we are, but really, we don't ever talk, and we disagree on most everything from the mundane stuff like what to have for dinner to our views on gay marriage and abortion. Mom being pretty much out of commission all week has pretty much made life unbearable for me, she's always the one I go to if I need help or a ride or just someone to talk to. But now all she can concentrate on is getting better, and I don't begrudge her that, but it means that all of my petitions and querys I usually take to her now have to go to dad, whom I avoid talking to on principle.
I don't really talk to anyone. Most people have a friend or confidante that they tell everything to, but as the saying goes, once burned twice shy. I've always just used journaling or blogging to siphon off the spleen I feel towards adults in my life, or my elation at a happy event, or how much I love certain people. But those are private. They are my private thoughts. They are for me. I have no readers on this blog, although I do address it to the gentle reader, but I like it that way. It's kind of daring to have this blog out there, hiding in plain sight. I even have the link up on facebook, but I'm reasonably sure no one's followed it. I think it's just in my nature to keep all of those thoughts to myself. I'm afraid if someone found the real me, I'd never be able to speak to them again. This is why I can't stay involved with the online communities I join, I really do try, but can't seem to make connections with people.
I'm running out of things to say at the moment, but trust me, I will come up with more eventually...
Thespianically
Sarah

Boxed In

I'm getting jittery, like a junkie without her fix. I'm going to fly into a million pieces if I don't get out of here soon. How can everyone else in my family be totally ok with just sitting around here? Before, shows were to keep me from dwelling on my sadness, because if I slowed down the depression took over. Now it seems like if I'm not doing something I'm pacing holes in the floor.
I just want to get in my car and drive. I don't even know where, maybe to Canyon Lake, maybe out to Lutes' house, maybe just around the block, but I can't of course. No one except me is in any rush to let me get my license any time soon, let alone insure me. The car was supposed to be my "symbol of independence" well right now, it's just a reminder of my dependance on everyone else. I'm so sick of bumming rides off of people and being trapped in this house. I just need to do something...I envy mary so much, she's always taken the liberty of giving herself independence, and I can't. I seriously feel trapped right now, I have ever since dad got home. It's hard for us to be in the same room again.
I seriously almost snapped because I can't find out how to remove the red squiggly lines that say I "misspelled" something from my web browser, I'm getting wound way to tight right now, can we say cabin fever? I'm pretty sure that's what it is, restlessness, insomnia, irritability, etc.
Of course then there's the fact that I'm 5 days away from high school graduation and I'm so impatient to get this over with. I'm sick and tired of high school and all the trouble that goes with it.
As I'm sitting here randomly thinking of things to say, on the floor above me my mother and sister are having yet another blow out fight. I believe the source is the fact that Anna left her car running in the driveway for 4 hours today, engine on and everything. Let me point out that she's been driving for longer than I have, and mom and dad practically gave her that car on a silver platter, no loans for her, it was gifted. Well, understandably, mom and dad are pissed, and I think might have revoked her driving privileges for an undetermined amount of time. Anna also happens to have a god complex and thinks that the world revolves around her and her troubles are the deepest of anyones in the world. I do have to feel a little smug but at the same time annoyed though. My sister has managed to lock her keys in the car 3 times in the past month, and 2 of those times the car was running. And they trusted her with driving before they trusted me. Explain that one to me.
Well, I'm going to sign off for now
Fare thee well gentle reader
Sarah

As My Year Draws To A Close

My last post was very depressing, so I'm going to follow with a better one.
We had senior speeches saturday night, and it was really great, but so twilight zoney to actually be one of the ones giving a speech. I mean, I sat through them all last year and the year before and I could never really imagine myself giving one. I'm not going to miss a lot of things about high school, but I know I'm going to miss those kids. I can't wait to get out of here, 8.5 more days!!!!!
I bought a car a couple of weeks ago. She's a white 2 door Nissan 200sx, and I love her. Her name is Stella (like stella kowalski), yesterday mom took me out to checker and bought me some mats and a super cool steering wheel cover. And I got a really sweet pair of sunglasses, so Stella and I are totally styling!

Get ready for a super long pity fest

To prove how much of a funk I'm in, let me start by saying that my mom just told me that my grandparents are giving me a trip to NYC for graduation and I could barely muster a smile.
Oh where to start, where to start? Everything just seems to be hitting me in the face this weekend. I guess prom is as good a place to start as any, since you already know about the play.
The plan was that Laurie and Holly and Megan and Nikki and I were all going to go to prom together...that was until scott showed up. I haven't heard anything from her in a week or more, so I'm assuming that plan went ~tthpt~ It's officially to late to come up with a plan B and since I was going alone basically, I can't just rally the troops and plan a romantic dinner at McDonalds. Everyone already has plans, and so I'm SOL (shit outta luck, not Seasons of Love). I don't want to just show up at prom by myself, since that's probably just about as lame as you can get. On the other hand, it's my senior prom, and I've heard tell that it's kinda important.
So, that's really bumming me out right now, it's also making the fact that I don't have close friends glaringly obvious. Usually I'm ok with that fact, really I am, but I'm just thinking, you know, a few years from now when people are looking through their yearbooks, they're gonna see me and think "who was that girl, I don't remember her" I hate how hard it is for me to make close friends. It leads me to believe that there's something wrong with me...any thoughts on the subject gentle reader?
This all leads to my thoughts on how lame my senior year has been. Nothing awesome has happened to me...I (still) didn't get my license, I didn't get any halfway decent parts in any shows, I didn't get into all state, didn't find romance, where I stand with God is getting harder and harder to figure out, I don't have any plans for next year, I'm probably never going to be able to afford college, I'm not going to prom, I lost 3 more friends to circumstances beyond my control, 2 of which I was actually well on my way to trusting, I've gained 15 pounds since the school year started, my family has been more dysfunctional than usual. And yadda yadda yadda. If you've stuck this far with me, congratulations, if you're disgusted with this post, I don't blame you.
That's another thing. I'm always the self sacrificing, stoic one. I actually usually feel little to no pity for people who post shit like this. I try my damndest not to be the selfish sister, if I'm feeling like shit I try not to show it, I keep all my jealousys to myself, I'm damn good at being happy for people when on the inside I feel like screaming and ripping their hearts out. I never do anything about crushes I have...especially not if they're over someone who shows even the slightest inkling that they might be remotely interested in someone else.
Well, it's nearly midnight, perhaps I'll add some more to this tomorrow, or maybe I'll actually be feeling ok? who knows.
Thespianically
Sarah

the end of another chapter

We closed last night. It's bittersweet, but more sweet than bitter, at least right now. Yeah, it's sad that it was this family's last mainstage show together, but I'm so ready to be done with all of the shit I've been through at stevens. It's kinda cool that I stuck it out though...that we all stuck it out together. I know we're not all kissy kissy, I'd be a naive fool to believe that, but I think we've finally come to realize that we're all on the same side, so to speak.

I'd like to leave you all with a thought that has been swirling around in my head recently. Mahatma Gandhi once said "You must be the change you wish to see in the world." I'm leaving that thought for you, gentle reader. I've become changes, now it's your turn.
Thespianically Yours.
Sarah.

Confliction and Confusion

Wednesday night I went to bible study after rehearsal, and we talked about how people hurt us and what we can do to...I don't know...forgive and pray for them.
It really got me thinking about Pops concert and Mrs. Southwick. I'm kinda sick of carrying around this resentment towards her, and I don't want the likes of her prohibiting me from doing the stuff I love (namely making a performance be as amazing as it can be.) I'm just not sure though...What if what happened at rarities happens again? Does the risk of Mrs. Southwick outweigh the love I have for tech?

Last night was opening night...it was kinda rough, we had some miscommunication between the booth and backstage, and there were some technical difficulties with the set, but we survived. After, we went to perkins and came up with two of the best quotes ever "Who needs a condom when you have a belly button?" and "I'll have your finest blueberry muffin please" I love going to perkins after shows SO much, but I hate going to school the next morning, it's so tiring!

Tonight was also interesting. We had major drama in the dressing rooms. Lytle for reasons unknown got all pissy at us for our preshow rituals, threatening to make them stop because they "get us out of character" We were so upset we had to call Aric to come and give us a pep talk, since he's amazing at those. Then people were at each other's throats and I seriously yelled out in the makeup room "Can we at least TRY to get along tonight? There's already enough conflict, we're never gonna survive unless we are a united front!" We did our rituals with more fire and passion than we've ever done them...and I think it really brought us together, albeit we were being brought together by our disgust with Lytle.

Goddamn I'm gonna miss my girls next year...Katy, Angela, Rachel, Kerry, Jett, Chelsea...they're the sweetest things ever. During vaginas it made me so sad to think about leaving them! I'm going to be a wreck at the show tomorrow (or is it today now, since it's past midnight?)

Oh, and there was some other issues tonight too, like the headsets doing weird things and the works and electrics swaying like they were going to fall at any moment. I think Sparky was pissed off on our behalf, which is nice to think about, but couldn't he take out his frustration in a less...freaky way? Another theory we had was that he was feeding off of our negative energy we were giving off because of our frustration with Lytle.

Well anyways, I'm going to go get some shuteye, fare thee well gentle reader
Thespianically
Sarah

Condoms and Wig Tape

Well, they definitly have been the theme of the past few days. I've been skipping gym to pay for them, since it costs to go bowling and I spent all of my extra cashmoola on condoms for the lav body packs and wig tape to attach the actors to the mics. Last night was our first (and only real) dress rehearsal, complete with makeup, sound, lights, crew, etc. That in itself was interesting, since a bunch of the crew have been ~ahem~ slacking off and not coming to rehearsal. But, on the other hand, I love seeing a show come together like it did last night. Of course there were some kinks we had to work out, and I spent most of intermission yelling on my headset in the vain hope that someone backstage would notice that obscene words were coming out of the stage manager box, but on the whole the run through wasn't bad at all.
However, there's always that one thing that makes the mostly smooth clip come to a screetching halt...and last night it was the lighting cues. Mr. Evans was gone yesterday, and the sub let some freshmen (who we believe to be viola players) into the booth to do sectionals. Now I have known a fair number of incredibly smart, talented, mature, responsible freshmen, but on the whole, they don't have the brains god gave to retarded chickens! Well, we're not entirely sure how they managed it, but one of them managed to erase and entire acts worth of light presets. Yes. They were gone, and we had to reprogram the board in about 5 minutes. All I have to say on that subject is that Jett and J.P. are AMAZING!
At this very moment the freshmen in question are probably having a little chat with mr. jordan and mr. evans...if I were them I'd be more afraid of mr. evans!

Ok, so, today I was in the library typing up Governing Alice (at the present rate I'm going, I'll be done by next summer) and the librarians start getting on my case about a 2 dollar book fine. I told them that I won't have any money until next week, and I must admit I got a little snappy with them, and finally they told me that they had started not letting people use the library if they had fines. So without a word I got up and left. I love being like that to people like them who think that I'm so worthless. What they don't understand is if they treat me like crap, I'll do it right back.
After I storm out in a wave of righteous annoyance, I went to Mr. Lytle's room to use his computer (its a great thing being an ATP kid, we can get away with murder and he wouldn't care.) They were talking random stuff like props and Lytle would sometimes throw a question out to me like "whats the number one rule in theatre" at which I yelled back "for the love of all things holy, if it isn't yours, don't touch it!!!!" It was kinda funny. But the real kicker was when the class was over. There was a Trojan wrapper in the garbage because I had shoved a wrapper into my pocket last night and this morning I found it and threw it away. The guys in his class were like "WTF why is there a condom wrapper in the garbage Lytle?" So, without batting an eye, Lytle points to me and says "Ask Sarah, she's the expert in condom usages!" They were totally freaked at this point and I laughed and told them about using them for body packs. I love being a theatre kid...we have the do the weirdest stuff in our free time...like lying upside down on a staircase to paint the underside of a railing (I did that yesterday too) and buying condoms for use with microphones. Our lives are weird and we find it oh so very amusing.
Well, I've bored you enough for one day gentle reader
Adieu
Sarah

First Post

I don't even remember making this blog...seriously. BUT I guess I'll use it.
So today hell week starts. We open Noises Off on Thursday, but actually, I think we might just be ready! I'm sound head, which isn't too bad, I'm mostly by myself (well, Rachel's up there too, but she really doesn't know anything yet) which means that I don't have to argue with anyone or answer to anyone. I just do my thing.
I don't really like the play itself, I'm not a big fan of farces, but as an objective observer, it is really funny, and its the kind of funny the average Stevens High School Student would understand. The best part is probably the second act...because I actually get to sit and enjoy that act, as it were, since there are next to no sound cues. No, but seriously, y'all should go see it!
I'm writing an "idiot's guide" to the sound system for posterity, since it took me 3 years to learn enough to keep the thing from exploding...I figure I'll give the underclassmen a break and just write down everything I've learned from trial and error so they don't have to go through the hell I did. I'm also trying to write it in regular English that doesn't take a degree in sound engineering to figure out.

In my personal life...I'm feeling a bit...abandoned. Again. As usual. One of my good friends has discovered "love" and now I never get to see her. It's kind of frustrating being in this situation yet again. It seems like ever since I moved here, its been a series of these painful splits in friendships...but of course the one time I got out before I could get burned, I still felt awful, and just recently have I actually explained my reasoning to the person I did it to. Maybe thats really all that life is...a series of painful burns that you just have to live with and keep moving. It really sucks though, now that I think about it...because looking with a clear and rational mind, the person who most recently burned me just seems more likely to do that sort of thing, whereas the person I burned would probably never in a million years do something like that to me. Shows you how smart I am.
Well, I'd best be on my way, so until next time gentle reader
Thespianically yours
Sarah