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two feet tall so here i am again typing away in the library at 5 am. i should really break this routine. it's becoming way too casual to stay up all night. the show opens in 6 days... tonight was an ok rehearsal. post-cue-tech dinner rehearsals aren't supposed to run full time but this one did, and the energy among our cast fizzled. well... except mine... but i'm a hyper spaz like that. my singing wasn't so geat tonight so i tried to make up for it with energy and such, and it didn't work to the extent i had hoped. i think i scared a prospective student when attacking someone as a raptor. i do that. often. i need to type a paper. last night as i was whining about how hngry i was, a friend ordered a pizza and shared. (^_^) then i meant to stay up but fell asleep, slept through my art class (d'oh!), and went to my 12:20. there were cookies, and my prof gets really into our seminars. you know... it's kinda depressing when you wipe off stage makeup. all of your faults and such are completely caked over with this... nasty pancake makeup, and when you take it off, all of sudden pimples are visible, dark circles sink in, and you're still trying to get the damn eye makeup off. i have to pee... a back massage sounds really really nice right now... but a mild one... i have those knots that hurt whn presed down on. maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!! yes kids, i'm leaving. to finish a paper. at the last minute. it's de in three hours. shit. the end.
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