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| because I'd do anything right now that wasnt homeworkthe end of the year always, always sucks. I want to get out, but part of me wants to stay in.
I always get sentimental. seriously. and sometimes whiny. I'm repressing a whiny, sentimental post even as I type.
I got sick a few days ago. Last Sunday I almost passed out. I was awake for a total of five hours that whole day. Just enough to go out to eat with my wonderful friends, Natalie, Krista and Randy, hold a short rehearsal, attend the senior art show opening and the philharmonic orchestra concert and then collapsed. Upon reflection, other than the pass out thing, that was a sweet day. Theater, art, music, food and friends. anyway, I thought I had mono or something and the doctor the next day did not help by saying that I might have mono or something, but I don't. and I'm better.
Erin, Ashton and Amanda visited on the 20th and we partied like it 1999, though on April 20, 1999 I was 12 years old and my celebration patterns have drastically altered. So really, we partied like it was 2007, which though it sounds less cool, was infinitely better. We had a hymn-sing and then explored the finer points of the nearby building construction site. There were brownies and a progressive.
two days ago I stayed up until 7:30 in the morning working on a new historicist criticism of John Donne's holy Sonnets. I saw the sun rise for the first time in a long time. it was almost a spiritual experience, but then again I had been wrestling with the finer points of anglican v catholic views of salvation for hours prior.
I am going to London in 7 days. I'm extremely excited. I'm broke though and very nervous about having enough money to eat and junk. I dont know how I'm going to pay rent this summer, probably through playing guitar in the subways of Newton.
oh well.
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| well Lysistrata is officially over and I'm kind of sad. It was a hell of a lot of fun. I mean, one ginormous hell of a lot.
I'm exhausted now and really should be doing the homework that has now piled up in each and every one of my classes. but no, I want to blog about this.
Usually in the meet and greet line people say things like "You were a convincing drunk" and "Are you really drunk right now? No? Well, it was convincing" etc. but no one really seems to care about my old woman character. But today I actually got a compliment on my portrayal of a person with Parkinson's...from a person with Parkinson's.
I felt kinda bad at that point for creating such a character, but also I felt good that it wasn't offensive but actually realistic.
We had the fastest strike ever including the utter devastation of the vagina door and the columns. I'm going to miss it. (single tear)
For more on the show, you should probably read the following review: http://www.southbendtribune.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070314/Ent03/703140462&SearchID=73275376691596
or at least read my favorite part:
"Tara Hershberger provides the production with several laughs with her
loud, impetuous portrayal of the party girl Calonice but earns just as
much laughter when she tones it down to show Calonice nearly reduced to
tears as she takes the women's oath of celibacy."
on a completely different subject:
I am feeling really tempted to stay in Goshen this summer. There are many pros and cons to both staying and going back to Hesston that I don't really want to get into right now. But let me know what you, the sparse and occasional reader, think about this.
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| impulseI felt a very strong desire today to drop my English major and pick up an ASL major. I went so far as to check on the requirements for such a major and after learning it would take two full years of nothing but ASL classes, I said, "shit, no". hmm, I guess I'll stick with my current plans.
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| Well, the week of chaos is over and now it is the week of relaxing. Yes, indeed Spring Break is here and I am sitting in my room in Goshen wishing I was someplace warm, but at the same time delighting in the knowledge of how much money I'm saving. The main reason that I am staying in town is that it's tech week at New World.
I have not been up to much of bloggable interest. We (the cool English majors) had a Robert Burns supper/Mardi Gras party after the poetry reading at Claire's house. It was pretty sweet. I'm a nerd.
Midterms suck. Bad news from home has come in waves. cast parties, non-cast parties, rehearsals, rehearsals and more rehearsals.
I'm going to try to get a lot done this week, but it's so tempting to just sleep all morning, rehearse all afternoon and party all night. wait...that's my life.
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