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Sunday, November 05, 2000 @ 4:39 PM
Speech Meet Friday night and Saturday morning - I was late to my party, then got three hours of sleep and went back to Speech again for round three. I didn't do so well at the meet, I was ranked 5th out of six people in all three rounds. David did really well though, he broke to semi-finals. The only person to break finals (out of the five kids there from U-High) was Matt Iodice, he won 6th place in Extemp. It was pretty sad. Logan showed up though for moral support towards the end of the day, and we stood and clapped, the four of us, for Matt, and also for the people from West and NCHS.
On the plus side, I found out Thursday night that I got Electra in "Electra," one of the one-acts. Julie F. and Kat (Helgeson) are both in the "Chorus." Jessica Rubenacker is Clytemnestra, my mother, and Rob Carroll is my brother, Orestes. It's really amazing to finally be given a chance like this. I finally feel validated.
The party was pretty bizarre...Not too well attended, though not too bad either. Dan had this giant "Peanut Butter Orgy" going in my living room, and we watched part of Braveheart and "American Psycho." (BAD MOVIE. DON'T WATCH IT!)
At the end of the Speech Meet, I couldn't get ahold of my mom because I had the wrong pager number for Will, and I had her phone. I kept trying to page her but, well, I had the wrong number. I guess I was only a couple digits off. Anyway, Logan and I were just standing around, going crazy. I tried calling my dad, my grandmother, her office, everyone I could think of, but to no avail. Mr. Allen (dorky speech coach jerk - be glad you're not on speech team this year!!!) finally insisted on driving us over to my dad's house, because he felt responsible for us and couldn't "just leave us" at Bone Student Center. I really wish he had though. When I got to my dad's, I was already stressed out and a mess, and when he started to yell at me, I just broke down and cried a river. He yelled at me, right in front of Logan, because I was ruining his plans. I was so upset...Logan tried to comfort me, but that just made it worse. Finally my mom called her cell phone to see what was taking so long, and I sobbed into the phone for her to come get me, and she left Taco Bell and came and rescued Logan and I, and I don't think I could forgive my dad. Maybe it's my own fault for being over-emotional, but he always acts like such an asshole, instead of a parent.
I saw Picnic today at ISU. Kind of blah, but the acting was very good. Very real. I have 82 lines in Electra, several of which are monologues. I have to get to work.
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