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Wednesday, February 27, 2002 @ 12:51 PM
Too many rehearsals. And I hate The Autobiography of Malcolm X.
The solo/ensemble recital was last night (I very nearly forgot about it...) and I, miraculously, survived. I was loud enough for people to hear me, but had the worst breath control I've ever had on that song (Oh, God, why can I deliver speeches and sililoquies to audiences without batting an eye, but my adrenaline starts rushing when I have to sing alone in front of people?) - and apparently I conduct myself with my limbs... Not good.
Saturday, February 23, 2002 @ 4:24 PM
Went to the punk show last night, and Megan never showed up. Didn't like my options - listen to music with group of strangers or stand around in the cold and watch people smoke evil baby cancer sticks. No one was home at my house, so I called Cori, and she and I and Kat and Julie and Justin watched Jeepers Creepers, which for some reason made me totally paranoid...
Actual Kellie train-of-thought: Okay, I'll just go inside, and if everyone's been axe-murdered, I'll call the police, and then kick off my shoes and run to the Landau's.
Anyway, couldn't sleep. Then got up at 8 a.m. this morning to spend six hours in GI rehearsal. Show is about 16 minutes over time, but from what I understand, that's not that bad.
Tonight I baby-sit (Bleh - but MONEY!), tomorrow I go to see Phantom of the Opera. Yay!
Thursday, February 21, 2002 @ 9:36 AM
So... yeah. Busy.
And what's with annoying substitutes? Is it just me, or do we never seem to get anyone but strange, nosy old men or dim-witted college kids with bad hair cuts these days?
Monday, February 18, 2002 @ 9:07 PM
Good news. After four years of self-sacrifice and stress, I have at last been cast in a mainstage show. I am Fruma Sarah, vengeful ghost from beyond, in Fiddler on the Roof. What does this mean? Massive stress, not getting home until 7:00 any day for the next several years, not being able to visit colleges because the combination of conflicts doesn't leave a single day free, and there's no way I'm going to sound decent enough to perform in solo/ensemble contest, but I don't have a choice. It means being hung from the ceiling, it means humiliating myself. It means one more reason to keep from failing pre-calc and ending up on the D/F list.
I'd write more, but, quite honestly, I should be reading Malcolm X, studying my script and U.S. History, and updating nev-bet.net, in roughly that order.
The Suicide Club is currently accepting applications. =)
Friday, February 15, 2002 @ 10:41 AM
Another eventful five days...
Actually, not really. Valentine's Day came and went, I think that Thetard wants me to play Fruma Sarah in Fiddler, I leave in about twenty minutes for the State Speech Competition, staying overnight (I get to room with Jess and Katie yay!)... have to read Malcom X for AP Lang, I would have aced my pre-calc test if only I'd had another half an hour to work on it - it's not hard, it's just f'n time consuming... A project I was working on for Creative Writing, which I neglected to upload or save on a disk got wiped from the hard drive while we didn't have school on Tuesday and Dan and I were running errands like an old married couple and I was getting my hair trimmed and singing only-somewhat-on-key at the senior boys basketball game... Yeah, same old, same old...
Am I the only person who hates the Olympics because they interrupt regular NBC programming?
Sunday, February 10, 2002 @ 5:12 PM
What an eventful five days...
I was planning to go to another punk show on Friday night, but ended up not because I had Sectionals for Speech on Saturday morning, and I didn't want to be asleep - but if I had known that I wasn't going to break to finals even with the aid of consciousness, I would have gone.
Last year, U-High only sent one event to state in Speech - and that was David Foster. This year, we're sending three events, and only 1.5 are David Foster.
So, Saturday night, Julie called me, and we went to see A Walk to Remember (chick flick, cheesy, predictable, eye candy) and I crashed at her house. Slept until this afternoon. Then we watched Groundhog Day and then I came home and got online for the first time in days...
Plans for the evening? See if I can bring myself to go visit my father (currently leaning towards "no"...), then finish reading Cat's Cradle (Vonnegut is f'd up but v. cool), and watch some SGC2C. Just another typical evening in the life of a half-breed aftist/geek.
Tuesday, February 05, 2002 @ 12:05 PM
The good news: U-High Speech Team 2nd in the region, with 11 people advancing to Sectionals including... ME! =) Scaredy-Kat 2002 went off without a hitch (pretty much). I went to see Halogen Blue play at a punk show (in someone's dirty basement) last night and it was wicked, and we are going again Friday night, BBC 7:00. 1:00 dismissal today!
The bad news: I'm busy and I'm coming down with a cold, and... I'm doomed to fail my pre-calc quiz tomorrow.
Friday, February 01, 2002 @ 4:58 PM
Regionals are tomorrow! To be immediately followed by Scaredy-Kat 2002, the horror film festival designed to initiate Kat into adulthood (her birthday is Sunday). Party's at 7:00, hope to see you all there.
I wish I had time to say more!
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