It's stormy here in Oklahoma. Thunder, lightning, wind, rain. It's nice. Been a while since I've been in a good storm. Of course Steev would hate it, being a California produced WeatherWuss(tm).

As for "That Face," there is definitely no bad news. There's a little bit of good news, with the potential for more good news, but really not until summer is over. It's merely been the song that pops into my head often lately. With, you know... a face to go with it.

That face,
That face,
That dangerous face!

I musn't be unwise.
Those lips, that nose, those eyes...
Could lead to my demise.

That face,
That face,
That marvelous face!

I never should begin.
Those cheeks, that neck, that chin...
Will surely do me in.

I must be smart,
And hide my heart,
If she's within a mile.

If I don't duck,
I'm out of luck.
She'd kill me with her smile...

Well, I just got back from Drama Awards. People were funny (I daresay many were hilarious), awards were well-deserved. I found out some more info on the Joe cast, and am really glad Kevin Shewey is one of the people playing Joe himself. I've taken a bit of personal interest in his APU career, I expect big things from him.

I also found out, according to Brian, I nearly made the ballot for my role in Tea in a China Cup. That's right, I almost was nominated as best actor in a supporting role, for a role in which I played a corpse. Which I'm glad for, because it was funny, but y'know... it's kinda conflicting feelings on that one.

After the actual ceremony, when people were still talking amongst themselves, I walked around. Remembering. Twelfth Night. I made my first entrance here. I came down the stairs in a nightgown here, berating Sir Toby. I chased Viola (Cesario) down there, in front of the stage. I read the letter all along here, and jumped into the fountain here. I went around and did that for every show, and walked around backstage, noting that I used this prop in this show, and that set piece in that one. And I'm never going to act on that stage again. It's sad. That stage has been a constant home to me during these four years. And now I'm leaving it. Even my spot in the guys' dressing room. I've been in the same spot every show, and now I have to abandon it. And while I was in there, I looked in one of the mirrors, and asked myself some questions. The ultimate question I asked myself was one most aspiring actors, I think, must ask themselves at some point.

Am I good enough?

I never ended up nominated for a Philly in my four years here, and freshman rush in and can win awards. And I don't begrudge them that. They are good. Many of them are damn good. I APU has a large amount of talent. But why should I think the real world is less talented? There are more people, and many of them will be very good. While I'm not bad at singing, I'm not overly good. I can't dance too well, and I have real trouble doing dramatic anything. Is that enough?

I guess we'll find out. God be with me.