Saturday, December 11, 2010

My eyes are burning!

Spencer's project was amazing. I loved it and I love him and he's wonderful at everything he tries, with dancing as maybe the one exception.

We went to see "Easy A" at the dollar theatre with Jimmy + Lady Friend, Meghan, Grant, Alexa, Melissa, Alex, Brandon, Allyson, and Lindsay Cordell. What a fantastic screenplay! I laughed for a million years!

While I was in the movie I got a text from Mike, who I haven't heard from in a while. He was reading the Book of Mormon. Which is good, I'm glad for him. But there's a lot of stuff about our friendship that I'm having a hard time dealing with right now so I'll text him back later I guess.

There's some negative business going down right now. I will write about it when I am not about to drift off into slumber.
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Friday, December 10, 2010

The longest post in the world.

Wednesday was the 24 Hours of Hell marathon. I worked the night before, and got an hour of sleep before I had to begin the day. I was in a zombie coma through the majority of stage crafts, and kind of sat in the corner like a lump until Alex's directing project at 11:30. At noon, when we'd finished our class response (which was very positive, Goob did a nice job), Spencer took me to Lowe's to get some potting soil for my project. Then we took a leisurely lunch, and proceeded to attack the black box and turn it into a funeral pit.

(At this point I feel as though it's really important to say one thing: Spencer is seriously an incredible friend. He was SO HELPFUL -- he was right by my side almost the entire day, and there is no doubt in my mind that my project would have been a load of crap without his help. I love him/owe him my life.)

The actual performance couldn't have gone better. Everyone reacted differently -- which is EXACTLY what I wanted -- and the fact that it was experience-based came through, so I was super relieved. The only thing, I guess, is that Michael is afraid of being buried alive... Which I didn't know... so he had a panic attack or something.

Anyway, after my project, Alex, Spencer, Brandon and I went to Durango's, and then got cookies at Harmon's. Then I went home and slept a bit before work, where Alex joined me. We spent almost my entire shift working on his Nothingness paper. We were totally zoned out for most of the night, but the job got done, even with a couple of laughing fits and a visit from Brandon thrown in.

Anyway, we turned our papers in the next day and all was well. Also on Thursday: a graded acting III performance, with Lego as guest judge. Scary.

After that, I showered, changed my upper radiator hose with Dad (!!!), and then Mom took Spencer and me to dinner as a late birthday gift. Then I went and watched Spencer's directing project rehearsal (which was awesome), and then Spence and I went to my house and laid on my bed and listened to French music from the 50's and slept a little.

At midnight, we had Grant's directing project. It was EFFING COLD outside, but he did a really good job. But while we were walking around, I overheard Michael talking with various people about my project, and I came to a kind of weird realization:

People don't really get me.

I don't mean that in an emo way. It was just something I'd never really wondered about before. I kind of get the feeling that I perplex people? And that they don't really take me very seriously. Which, you know, isn't a big deal. But it was super-strange to be made aware of that fact ALL OF A SUDDEN.

Today wasn't a big deal. Just stage craft review and Allyson's directing project, and then a bunch of sleep. I'm running sound for Spencer's project, so I went to his rehearsal tonight. Then he and Brandon and I went to Cracker Barrel for dinner, and then drove around and said inappropriate things in lazy southern accents.

I love my friends.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Watermelon Jolly Ranchers.

I am taking a brief break from my Samuel Beckett research paper to write this blog. Because I am tired of talking about existentialism and Waiting for Godot and if I have to type "Vladimir and Estragon" one more time my fingers may reach up and poke out my eyes of their own accord. (However: I started this paper at 11:30 and it is now 2:30 and I have five pages, meaning that I have written five pages in three hours, which means that despite the fact that I haven't written a research paper in over a year, I am back to my high school speed!)

Anyway.

I am kind of stressing out. This semester has kicked my butt -- and it makes me really mad! Fall semester of my freshman year I took 18 credits and did two shows, and other than catching pneumonia and having one super-large emotional crisis unrelated to school, I was totally fine. This semester I am taking 15 credits and working and I did one show and right now I kind of feel like I want to die.

Logically, that makes no sense.

Another unfortunate thing is that half of my professors have decided to give finals early. WTF? Why do we have finals week if you're not going to give your final during that week? That's the weirdest thing I've ever heard.

I'm scared of my directing project (which is tomorrow). I've really thought long and hard about it, and I don't want people to think it's a load of B.S. just because it's not conventional. ANXIETY.

In non-school related business, I'm getting really excited for Christmas. (Even though I will be working almost every night that week. Boo.) Also: Crystal comes home in 9.5 days! Also also: I am hanging out with Grant and Alexa on Saturday, an event which is long overdue but I'm going to justify it by reminding myself that I've basically been unconscious for the past 16 weeks.

I am at work right now. I have eaten about a million watermelon Jolly Ranchers in an attempt to stay awake. I think they just made me kind of sick because I still feel like I could lie down on the floor and pass out at any minute.

Yes.

I guess that's all for now.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Sunday.

Today I woke up late, so I went to church with my Mom and Dad. I looked rather like a hoodlum, but it worked out okay because the three of us sat in the back, by a bunch of families that have really young kids, so I didn't have to worry about seeing anyone I'd had mutual with or anything.

It was fast and testimony meeting, and as Bishop Salmon was conducting, he had the opportunity to bear his testimony first. I don't remember what he said, exactly, but I really felt the Spirit in my heart, and for the first time since I made the decision to serve a mission, I was totally overwhelmed with a feeling of love and gratitude. It was like a voice in my head was saying, "I am so proud of you. You made the right choice."

Shortly after Bishop Salmon's testimony, another man got up and talked about the fact that he and his wife had had a very rough year, and as a result of that they had missed a lot of church. He then proceeded to explain all of the ways in which not going to church had impacted his life - and none of them were positive.

I felt as though his testimony was a message to me, individually. If I'm going on a mission, I need to go to church every Sunday and stay for all three hours. That's the truth, plain and simple. And now that I've got Bro. Mike's witness of the power regular attendance has to uplift and inspire, I feel as though it would be super disrespectful not to follow through.

Anyway.

I'm in the process of writing my research paper for Nothingness, and it's got me kind of freaked out. I haven't been required to write a research paper in a little over a year. I don't even know where to begin anymore!

Mrs. Madsen would be so displeased. :(
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Sunday, December 5, 2010

sorry

Every time I vent in a blog I feel like I have to apologize. So, sorry.
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