So….We had a rehearsal yesterday for the play that is going to be coming out. And tomorrow we meet for our regular Tuesday thing. Ah… cramming. (Note: Cramming is a word that I got out of Anne of Green Gables meaning a period of intense study in the short time before a important test, or some such.)
Our group FINALLY got the second third of our scene. Just now. Even though it’s, like, less then two weeks until production time… (unless I’ve got my dates completely screwed up.) Well, at least we GOT it.
I end up yelling a lot of my lines, because I’m either being a evil river (no laughing at my evil river-ness!) or I’m flipping out at Nick. (Note the Second: I’m flipping out at him because it’s in our scene. I’m not actually angry at him.) This means that by the end of it my voice is rather sore. :S
Also, do you have any idea how hard it is to maintain eye contact with someone who is telling you off. I dunno why. Psychological I guess.
It’s my Mom’s thirty second birthday tomorrow. This means I should get her something. Her birthday present is probably going to be late… at times I’m not a very dutiful daughter.
It was my Dad’s thirty fourth birthday a few days ago (I contributed two pies, and a bucket of icecream for his present. Hey, you can’t say it wasn’t practical!)
Dude… my parents are getting old.