Hello old friend.

Well. Tech weeks are usually pretty nasty, but Postlude ((ie Show of Death)) is beyond tolerable. Which, ugh, is very reminiscent of the chicken-wire play at States, "Beyond Tolerance". Martin knows why thats so funny and pathetic. Irony anyone?
Anyway, we've shortened the set, put the costumes in decaying trunks, and labeled everything for the joyous occasion tomorrow. St Peter changed our blocking today for the ending. I'm not suprised, why go against every other precedent she's set? No need to start changing her pitiful excuse for directing now. "Do you ever smile at your enemies?" lol Birk. Every night. I'm getting really sick of pretending to like everyone involved with that show.
So what with being in charge of costumes, shoes, makeup, hair and dirt (its a very dirty show) St Peter is having me do vocals and warm-ups with the cast. I can't wait for this show to end just so I can pretend I don't know her again.
Oddly enough though, my biggest concern is what I'm going to wear tomorrow. We're supposed to be "dressed up" all day, which is awkward and a bit out of place at prelims, but whatever kids. Lace and stillettos make for fun bus rides.

Hopefully I can get that english paper started between forms tomorrow, and I really need to work on that poetry thingama for Princeton cause its due Monday. I need to get my makeup and stuff together. God, it's going to be a long day tomorrow... bus leaves at 6:30...it's still dark then , isn't it?

Cranky drama kids are no fun...

ash @ 9:35 PM