The title more or less sums up the following lump of text. Please keep the author of this blog’s current state of sleep deprivation in mind as you read this blog post.
Hairspray has the ability to make me love and depend on it’s sticky embrace, while at the same time cursing the day I ever met my plastic enemy. It’s like an abusive relationship; except since my hair is too short to need hairspray I was just spraying various guys’ hair with it for Jacob Two-Two. (Feel free to revel a moment in the irony that I have to do less to my hair then several boys of my acquaintance.) So I was the wingman to an abusive polyamourous bottle of hairspray.
…I really need to quit thinking these things out so much.
Speaking of Jacob Tw0-Two…t’was a good time! I got to dress up as crazy cat lady and act deranged on stage, in addition to helping with costuming/makeup in the various dressing rooms and backstage of the imperial.
However, seeing as last week I had a two person presentation which suffered from some terrible miscommunication, a common writing assessment, production week for the play, and TEC (a christian youth camp type thing happening this weekend) forms to worry about…I stressed just a little. …People were coming up to me and telling me to breathe/calmdown/DON’TPANIC/etc,etc preemptively by the end of it. Like, they were worried that if they didn’t ward off my stress I might explode. Funnily enough the majority of the time that people were worried for my sanity I wasn’t even at full stressed potential. (my full potential for panic is amazingly large. I should really work on that before I turn into a twenty-first century, fifteen year old version of Mrs Bennet.)
Anyways, I am more or less done with my panicking (much to the thankfulness of all those who have to be around me every day) and am now back to basic Kaelen craziness, as opposed to stressedpanicyaaaaaa Kaelen craziness.
On an unrelated note, I went to see the Saint John Theater Company’s presentation of Romeo And Juliet last night. It was fun, and the actors’ body language explained many of the sexual puns that my English teacher last semester didn’t think need to be covered. (So that’s what “my pump is well flowered” means! It all makes a disturbing sort of sense now!) I was bugged by how some of my favorite parts were cut out, and some terrible technical difficulties that involved the entire computer screen being projected on the stage in one of the more intense scenes of the play. (Having the pop-ups covering the stage kinda breaks the mood of Juliet being verbally abused by her father…Just a little bit.)
These things aside, the play was good, the casting was well done (my favorite being Mercutio, who was spot on) and I would advise it to anybody who is in Saint John for the next little while.
Today is Friday, and I am so very, very glad. The majority of this week has felt like a sleepy sugar crash, with occasional spikes of energy some of which were; flashmobbing an empty street with the rest of choir (people came out of their houses to clap for our kinda sucky flashmob that really just was of a group of teenagers running down a street repeatedly and trying to sing at the same time), adventuring around uptown with Julia (questing for wi-fi and candy), and channeling my inner T-rex.
Please, enjoy your weekend and take The Be-Fezzed Doctor’s advice!