My Little Nest

Well, the last performance of the play was yesterday night and it went off without a hitch. I got to hit Edward, which was a high point of the night, and we didn't screw up my second scene like we did the night before. I was a pile of nerves before I went on, of course. JZ was really nice amd kept me distracted and telling me it would be okay. Allison didn't understand why I was so stressed as we had done it the night before and I couldn't explain it to her.
Mrs. Hart introduced the play this time and she didn't do half as well as Mr. Nester. Mr. nester was like: 'turn off all cell phones, beepers, watches that beep, etc and welcome to tonight's performance!' Mrs. Hart went on and on about how much the cast (read: us) learned about sound systems, lighting, litertaure,and memorization and how it was such a blessing of God, and how hard we worked to learn all that, and the divine timing of it all. Meanwhile those of us in the opening are looking at each other going "What the hell?" (or in some cases "What the fuck?" or the more tame "What is she *talking* about?") and "Is she bloody mental?" No one *learned* anything about anything except our lines. the tech crew knew the sound and lighting systems three years ago. Mrs. Hart likes to talk. A lot. Tons.
I wrote a couple of poems (or lyrics if I can find someone to write appropriate music for them) in the green room, don't ask me where these came from I have *no* idea. I also played pick-up scrabble, spit, bullshit, poker, and a round of blackjack. Oh yes, we were very bored.
There were a few things that happened last night that didn't happen at the first performance though. During the 'fashion show' segment (Fashion Don'ts for Freshman) after the main play Nevets came out in his costume as Malvolio from last year's production of Twelfth Night--cross-gartered yellow stockings and all. Yelling "I told you I'd have revenge on the whole pack of you!"
At curtain call Laurence and Grace gave Mrs. Bet a framed, signed print of the shirt front, roses, and a gift certificate to a favorite resturaunt.
Then *it* happened. Now as I had been at school since 5:30 I had been able to listen to a varied amount of musc, (too much country thanks to Grace) but I had no idea what some people had planned. Diamond got Dave to reopen the curtain, and had Harry play some disco song, the lighting crew started interchanging the colors and he disco danced across the stage. And *then* Laurence and Frog came out in their suits and ties, and dark shades and *escorted* him off the stage like bouncers. Diamond then escaped them and danced back to center stage. The actors and audience were dying from laughter at this point and I'm *sure* we'll get in trouble for such a *display* on Tuesday.
It was absolutely brill though, and I'm sure everyone would do it again. I know I would, but I love acting and being the center of attention. Now that the play is over it's time to worry about finals, the senior trip, and graduation.

I had the weirdest day today, I'm not kidding you. It went up and down and all around like the sodding energizer bunny on ecstasy. Bible class (ugh) dragged on and on and History, well we didn't discuss dogs with Napolean complexes today, which is a pity. Mr. Frog subbed for us in A.P. Bio, so we basically chatted, took pictures and discussed the upcoming banquet tommorow. I actually got my work done, unlike everyone else, though. *smirk*
As per every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday I went across the hall after Bio to teacher assist in the 3rd grade. Today was apparently 'tropical fruit day' and I ended up sitting next to one of the ickle ones and trying everything with them. Granted, I had had mango and papaya before but plantains were a new experience. Yuck, horrid chalky aftertaste with those. While Mrs. Greenman peeled everything we discussed arious disgusting foods we had heard of or tried. Black pudding, steak and kidney pie, escargot, frog legs, you name it. This of course brought up the popular gross-out show Fear Factor. Now, I may be a bit odd, but third graders who can tell you in detail the most disgusting things such a show has ever tried? That's just plain wicked cool in my opinion.
After lunch things just crashed. I despise Con. Math. I seriously despise it. I can learn more from the Wall Street Journal about business than Ms. Peters. I don't like her at all.
English wasn't so bad, we spent most of classs outside writing letters. We've been studying letters for a few days now and the assignment was to write a letter to someone you were once really close to, but had been separated from. Everyone else did a move, etc. I wrote a letter to someone who died. It was utterly random and sappy. I swear it was horrid, really! If I ever right something that ridiculous again I'm checking myself into the funny farm, where evryone is already in agreement I belong.
Spanish was utterly boring, as usual. I wrote through most of that class, as per usual. And everyone thinks I pay attention in that class? Ha!
After class I had play practice from 3:00-5:00 and we started in with the 'revised' (read: completely butchered) version of my scene and we hadn't had so many problems since the first *week* of rehearsals! It was a bunch of 'What's that line again?' 'Where am I standing at this point?' 'When did you change my blocking?' Three weeks until performance and they pull this rot on us. If we bomb I will seriously be *brassed off!*
Okay, well I'm done ranting like a strumpet in a tantrum about *that* for now, anyway. Tommorow is the banquet and we get out at 10:55. I love that they understand us enough to know that the girls would skive off to get ready so they dismiss us after third period, but we can't wear dresses with halter closures, or anything that shows any amount of skin. Bloody hilarious, really. We also got a lecture about how we're thisclose to graduation and we'd better not ruin it by getting completely wasted at an afterpart, or if we do, don't *talk* about it. I love these Christians who run my school, they're a bunch of bloody hypocrites who preach against hypocrisy. Hilarious I tell you. I can't wait until I can get the hell out of Dodge. 10th June cannot come fast enough.