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Back in the rat race
Jan. 11th, 2007 05:23 pmI've made it through ALMOST the first week of classes with very, very little sleep, as per usual. Even worse than usual, honestly, because I have this evil, evil thing this time around called "morning classes." When you take into account that one of the reasons I dropped Latin last semester was that it was too early and that was at 10...Well. German, which I stuck with [the other reason had been that having Latin at 10 and German at 1 MWF was brekaing my brain into itty bitty pieces of languages and they never went back in the right spots], German this semester is at 9. v____v that is my very sad and sleepy face. it sucks. HOWEVER. THIS prof actually EXPLAINS things and explains new concepts of grammar in ENGLISH. akdhasfjhksjdhaskds. Amazing. So I have a 9 o'clock MWF and then on TH I have a 9 o'clock riding lesson so I wake up between 7:30 and 8:30 every day of the week. Maaaaan. Considering my typical sleep schedual means I DO NOT go to sleep before like, 3 am EVER....akjdhagfjhsdgjhasdgsd.
Oh, and Wednesdays are HELL. I had not realized this. I will make it though. [9- German. 10- hour break. 11- Geology *snoooorrreee*. 12- 2-hour Geology lab (the prof has a cute French accent though...). 2- Brit Lit (Okay. it's Griffin. I love this woman.). 3:30- Lit and Revolution.] So other than an hour break at 10 to pump my veins with caffiene...yeeeaaah. The last class ends at 4:45. It sucks. Hardxcore. I'll live though. I have ONE class on TH and other than riding that morning...that's it. I'm at work right now because Mallory asked me to take her shift. Buuut as I have about $15 left to my name, this is good. It makes tomorrow's paycheck a bit nicer.
Auditions were last night and the night before. For the three plays this semester. They decided not to do callbacks.
I'm not doing any of the plays this semester. Which is sad.
But honestly. I have auditioned for almost everything since I got here. That's a lot of plays. I have managed to get small parts in three. Is the difference between my percieved ability and my actual ability that great? I mean, really. And it's not like I don't get to know the profs who direct them either. I housesit for one of them! And still. Nothing. I'm not some random person that just shows up, I don't have evening classes just so I have a better shot and still. Nothing more than like, 10 lines or so I think I had in Our Town, spring of freshman year. I'm stubborn though, I still have another year to try for. And maybe this will be good. Rasien DID try to kill me last semester. 4.0 again? I hope!
And I came to a conclusion earlier in American Lit. In which she actually re-arranged us to sit alphabetally. What are we, elementary kids?? I mean. I haven't had to do that since like, the BEGINNING of high school. Dumbdumbdumbdumb...But that wasn't the point. The POINT is that I really dislike Whitman. Particularly the two random deth-y poems she had us reading. If it weren't for the fact that Prufrock is on the sylabus, I would be seriously concerned for this class. Icky poems and a seating arrangement. kjdhakjsds I don't like sitting in the MIDDLE of the classroom. It's icky. Side. PLEASE. But alas, my name is in the middle of the alphabet so I am dooomed. DOOMED, I SAY. So of course today as she's going on and on and on about Whitman and trying to draw us into discussion about these stupid birds in these pointless poems I'm just sorta staring. This is, of course, I about ten minutes after I have discovered my continuing lack of ability to get a role. So hey. I was entitled to be mildly moody at least.
Though, spekaing of Whitman. Jamie is still being lame. Lame lame lame lame. *grumble*
HOWEVER. I have lots of fun plans for the weekend including a showing of homemade movies, a long event of watching the original Star Wars trilogy and then getting coffee with an amusing friend WHO LIKES BLEACH :D :D :D on Sunday. He got a kitty and named it Yoruichi. BRILLIANT, INNIT?
Oh, still working on PoT. And I swear I will be tracking down icons for it because kasdjhskdajhsajsdkjhsdasjhaddicted. And I need to use them on Snuzzie. >D WHO I LOOOOVE. ♥!
Oh, and Wednesdays are HELL. I had not realized this. I will make it though. [9- German. 10- hour break. 11- Geology *snoooorrreee*. 12- 2-hour Geology lab (the prof has a cute French accent though...). 2- Brit Lit (Okay. it's Griffin. I love this woman.). 3:30- Lit and Revolution.] So other than an hour break at 10 to pump my veins with caffiene...yeeeaaah. The last class ends at 4:45. It sucks. Hardxcore. I'll live though. I have ONE class on TH and other than riding that morning...that's it. I'm at work right now because Mallory asked me to take her shift. Buuut as I have about $15 left to my name, this is good. It makes tomorrow's paycheck a bit nicer.
Auditions were last night and the night before. For the three plays this semester. They decided not to do callbacks.
I'm not doing any of the plays this semester. Which is sad.
But honestly. I have auditioned for almost everything since I got here. That's a lot of plays. I have managed to get small parts in three. Is the difference between my percieved ability and my actual ability that great? I mean, really. And it's not like I don't get to know the profs who direct them either. I housesit for one of them! And still. Nothing. I'm not some random person that just shows up, I don't have evening classes just so I have a better shot and still. Nothing more than like, 10 lines or so I think I had in Our Town, spring of freshman year. I'm stubborn though, I still have another year to try for. And maybe this will be good. Rasien DID try to kill me last semester. 4.0 again? I hope!
And I came to a conclusion earlier in American Lit. In which she actually re-arranged us to sit alphabetally. What are we, elementary kids?? I mean. I haven't had to do that since like, the BEGINNING of high school. Dumbdumbdumbdumb...But that wasn't the point. The POINT is that I really dislike Whitman. Particularly the two random deth-y poems she had us reading. If it weren't for the fact that Prufrock is on the sylabus, I would be seriously concerned for this class. Icky poems and a seating arrangement. kjdhakjsds I don't like sitting in the MIDDLE of the classroom. It's icky. Side. PLEASE. But alas, my name is in the middle of the alphabet so I am dooomed. DOOMED, I SAY. So of course today as she's going on and on and on about Whitman and trying to draw us into discussion about these stupid birds in these pointless poems I'm just sorta staring. This is, of course, I about ten minutes after I have discovered my continuing lack of ability to get a role. So hey. I was entitled to be mildly moody at least.
Though, spekaing of Whitman. Jamie is still being lame. Lame lame lame lame. *grumble*
HOWEVER. I have lots of fun plans for the weekend including a showing of homemade movies, a long event of watching the original Star Wars trilogy and then getting coffee with an amusing friend WHO LIKES BLEACH :D :D :D on Sunday. He got a kitty and named it Yoruichi. BRILLIANT, INNIT?
Oh, still working on PoT. And I swear I will be tracking down icons for it because kasdjhskdajhsajsdkjhsdasjhaddicted. And I need to use them on Snuzzie. >D WHO I LOOOOVE. ♥!
