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We've got heads on sticks :: Monday, August 30, 2004 ::

Today was nice. Very nice. It's so nice to finally have a year where I like my A and B day's pretty evenly (Even if I do like B days more) instead of loving one and absolutely despising the other. I would get so depressed on B days last year because I would have to sit through Photo I, Physics AP AND Pre-Calculus. All. In. The. Same. Day.

In any case, rehearsal was fun today. Caroline and I started bursting out laughing during Hamlette's death scene and couldn't get it together, so our last lines were muddled by laughter. It, however, was hysterical. I've got a really good feeling about this play. I've also got a really good feeling the guy who plays Osric is gay, but that's besides the point.

I hate to sound like I have any right to critique people on here, but the freshman in my independent study made me cringe today. Just outright cringe. I think only "Crimes of the Heart" back in Theatre III has made me cringe before (Although that was entirely due to the lack of an adaquate director) like that. In any case, they were split into five groups of four or three and were given a Shel Silverstein poem and told to divide the lines up and act it out. VERY difficult, right? Apparently so. The first group rapped theirs, and you couldn't understand what they were saying. It was a good idea, but Mrs. O'Neill summed it up pretty well when she said "Uhnuhnuh mmhumagh?" The second group was actually pretty good. However, it's all downhill from there. The next group had two girls in it who were SUPPOSED to be old people, but walked around like they had cramps in their side, and the other girl spoke so fast, it was like the sentence was just one long word. The nest group...oh my God. It was like a train wreck. First off, two of the members said their lines with their backs to the audience and then the lack of creativity was so evident it hurt. They stood in a triangle formation the entire time. And just said their lines. And said them softly, or to the wall, as the case may be. And then the final group wasn't that bad. But some of the performances were just...I felt bad for the kids, I really did.

Today was a really nice day. I've pulled out my Enya CD's and have just mellowed to them.

BY THE FUCKING WAY, WHATEVER IDIOT DECIDED THE SIX FEET UNDER SEASON FINALE SHOULD BE AIRED IN TWO FUCKING WEEKS INSTEAD OF NEXT WEEK AFTER THE BUILD-UP THIS EPISODE GAVE AND THE PREVIEW OF THE SEASON FINALE SHOULD BE SHOT. DEAD. SHOT DEAD AND BURIED. That is all.

Oh! I talked to Mitchell again about the plays, and we're going to have a short, brief little meeting on Wednesday about them. And try to figure out a time for it to go up. I flat out refused to put it up against the musical as it's Ragtime and about every single theatre/musical theatre major will be in there. I'm also not too keen about puting it up against Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead because I might want to be in it and even if I wasn't, I'd still lose half my cast most likely. That'd be really nice if Delaney decided to put Rosencrantz and Guildenstern up against the musical because it gives me more time. And I might be stage managing the musical! I asked Mitchell about stage managing or assistant stage managing and he said he'd "snap me up in a minute" to stage manage the musical. So that's nice. But yeah.

For the first time since school started, I have no homework due tomorrow. Of course, this has to be on the first night where I could sit down and watch the Olympics. OH! I loved the Closing Ceremonies, except now I have to wait another four years (Well, one a half if you count the Winter Olympics) to get addicted again. And the weirdest part of the Closing Ceremonies? Seeing Delaney in a CMC commercial.

Current Mood: Nice
Current Music: Enya - Exile

:: Nick Monday, August 30, 2004 [+] ::