Monday, May 12, 2003
At the end of last week, I thought I was spent. I passed all of my free time listening to the same White Stripes song over and over while staring at my ceiling. Some may call it a form of desperation; I call it fatigue. I found a bunch of little shapes in the grooves of the ceiling that the white paint made, and then I'd find one that faintly resembled a trumpet and I'd jump up and remember that I needed to find one for the senior show and I'd turn into this huge ball of stress rolling down a hill of darkness into the abyss below.
Not really, but I needed a break.
There was an AP history test and NHS early in the morning and auditions for a musical and the beginnings of a 3-week long chemistry lab final and a senior show and the last improv show and math studying and all sorts of stuff. The family situation wasn't exactly ideal, and I'm sure that a lot of you know what I'm referring to. Those of you who don't- it's better that way. And I was surviving on crap food like Twinkies and ham sandwiches, which made me feel like a ball of stress coated with a thick layer of lard.
So come Saturday at 2 pm, I'm sitting on my couch, a festering mass of stomachache and weird eye things, trying to come up with a costume for theatre's grandest night of fun- the annual Ellies award show. Sam calls me up and starts out with "Hey! I've got this awesome idea for a costume..." so I finally have some motivation to stop watching Newsies and eating Top Ramen and I get started on my costume. He, Emily, and I ended up going as the sponsors of MPTC, which was a pretty good idea. And it got me off the couch. Props to Sammy.
So we went to the Ellies...despite technical difficulties, it's my favorite Ellies to date. I actually won an Ellie- the Closest Shave Award, for falling down the stairs during our fall production of The Man Who Came to Dinner. I felt dorky, but I was flattered nonetheless. Then, during the open mic part, I got complimented by some cool kids and I cried about people leaving, namely Sunil, my best Indian friend, who is going 3000 miles away to Boston U. And while I'm planning on visiting him, this means no more "Only in Dreams" or driving to Mesa or Indian festivals or movie nights or random traversing to Kinko's or YC's. Sigh.
Then...I came home, ate, went online, checked the cast list, freaked out, scared my mom, danced all around my house, talked to Sam again, did the dishes out of pure happiness, and ate a bunch of Hershey's kisses. Then I danced some more. And I let Gerbilly run around in her rolly ball.
I got cast as Snoopy in You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown!
It was really dorky, I was in the middle of my chemistry lab, trying desperately (and failing) to find the compound of my unknown, and I started giggling because I've never had a part so big in my entire life. My partner kind of looked at me and continued to soap the test tubes with his air of band-kiddish superiority.
Then last night, I saw Les Miserables, which is only my favorite musical ever. I sat in the back row and mouthed the words to every song. Cameron, who went with me, looked at me like I was from Mars.
So all in all, I had a break this weekend, in more ways than one. It made me so happy that I didn't even care that I haven't opened Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant yet or found my cation in my chem lab. I guess I've recuperated from Freakish-Zombie-Mode. Finally!
All incredibly long posts have to come to an end sometime, and I think that time has now come.
"On my own pretending he's beside me
All alone, I walk with him till morning
Without him, I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes
And he has found me..."
Jaclyn wuz here at 9:08 PM |