
Upon getting ready....I have to wear lots of make-up for being fourteen again. EXCEPT I'm supposed to be a starving fourteen year-old living in the Dust Bowl . Fun times right? The funny thing is...I'm kind of the comic relief of the show. I don't have many lines, but APPARENTLY I kinda steal the show at times...BITCH YA!
But seriously...it's the Saturday show of hell week and I'm tired...really tired and running primarily on energy drinks. Not coffee. I've moved up in the world of caffiene.
Here's something that I've learned and has rejuvinated my love for being in a show...watching behind the scenes footage on a dvd. It just really puts you in the mood to be a part of something cool like this...being other people and telling stories as a character.
I cannot wait until my parents come to see this show! It's a depressing show, but we try to make it hopeful (again, I'm the comic relief, along with my little 'brother' Winfield.). I mean, it's the Great Depression, but we try. I like the meanings behind it. I don't what I'm going to do when I'm out of college theatre. Community theatre, perhaps. I enjoy it. I really do. I love theatre. I wish it wasn't so political but it's just something that you have to deal with...for example, like having to start entry-level in public relations. You just have to deal with it.
As you can see, I have my camera and connecting cord back! Yay! That means more pictures from me! Expect them often. As well as more writing. My problem is that I've been soooooo busy lately. I still am, but, it's getting better.
I'm waiting for my laundry. It's in the dryer. I can't go down to the theatre until that laundry is done because I'm not going to leave it alone for a few hours. Not at the NDNU laundry room!
But...I've gtg...Haley is going to kill me!