God. I can not remember any time since I was very young that I was this stressed out. I've suddenly turned into a basket case of emotions.
And yes, I missed Buffy. I had rehearsal. Rac taped- I'll catch it sooner or later.
They re-wrote two scenes, and then Ira gave this big speech about how nobody seems to be giving a fuck about the play if anyone misses any more rehearsals, they're out. I have RA duty on Sunday. So far, I have only missed rehearsal to be on duty. This is something he's known about since day one. Not to mention, I've poured all my time and effort into creating something good, and it hurts to see everyone act like it's not an important show because a non-theater person and some freshmen got lead roles and they didn't.
So, he's calling my boss to get me out of duty, which will of course make it look like I'm getting preferential treatment.
And then, I walked into Psych this morning, only to find that I had a test that I knew nothing about.
Add to this the shit with my father this weekend, papers, and not having time to sleep and eat proper meals, plus the goddamned pill pumping excess estrogen into my system, and I am a basket case.
God bless Andrew and Jeff, though. They're big with the hugs.
I did have one stress-free moment. The formal dance is set to techno by BNB Nation, and it fucking rocks. Such a sexy groove. I was pole-dancing backstage. Andrew told me that he had had a conversation earlier in which someone had complemented that I "exude sex." Hehehe. That made me laugh. But the backstage dirty dancing will now become a permanent stress-buster. I need to club- anytime I hear a pulsing groove, my hips immediately start to move.
And Ira told Jeff and I that we were both very talented. How nice of him. *STRESS*
Tomorrow: class, staff meeting, run ACT II.
But my lines are 75% memorized.
Meh.
And yes, I missed Buffy. I had rehearsal. Rac taped- I'll catch it sooner or later.
They re-wrote two scenes, and then Ira gave this big speech about how nobody seems to be giving a fuck about the play if anyone misses any more rehearsals, they're out. I have RA duty on Sunday. So far, I have only missed rehearsal to be on duty. This is something he's known about since day one. Not to mention, I've poured all my time and effort into creating something good, and it hurts to see everyone act like it's not an important show because a non-theater person and some freshmen got lead roles and they didn't.
So, he's calling my boss to get me out of duty, which will of course make it look like I'm getting preferential treatment.
And then, I walked into Psych this morning, only to find that I had a test that I knew nothing about.
Add to this the shit with my father this weekend, papers, and not having time to sleep and eat proper meals, plus the goddamned pill pumping excess estrogen into my system, and I am a basket case.
God bless Andrew and Jeff, though. They're big with the hugs.
I did have one stress-free moment. The formal dance is set to techno by BNB Nation, and it fucking rocks. Such a sexy groove. I was pole-dancing backstage. Andrew told me that he had had a conversation earlier in which someone had complemented that I "exude sex." Hehehe. That made me laugh. But the backstage dirty dancing will now become a permanent stress-buster. I need to club- anytime I hear a pulsing groove, my hips immediately start to move.
And Ira told Jeff and I that we were both very talented. How nice of him. *STRESS*
Tomorrow: class, staff meeting, run ACT II.
But my lines are 75% memorized.
Meh.