Sleep would be nice...

I am not a happy camper. In fact, if I was a camper, I would be in a moldy tent, sitting in the rain in the cold mountains of Mosquitoland being chased by angry bears and fruit flies, with nothing to eat but uncooked mutton and paper. That's how ridiculously stressful my life has been. On top of the whole I-still-love-the-guy-who-dumped-me-even-though-he's-an-immature-arse thing and musical, I have had a lot of homework and quizzes and tests. It's like there's some sadistic demon out there, looking down on my puny existence and saying "Hmmm, now how much stuff can we throw at Emily before she snaps?" The answer: not much more. Even wearing bright orange leg warmers and having some oriental flavored ramen has not made my day any better. In English we read this short story called "Love in 6 Acts", and it was talking about how love is something to work at and you shouldn't let it go and give up once it gets a little hard and the novelty is lost, and how if you are with someone who loves you and is good to you, you should work all the harder at loving them even if you don't think you do for their sake, and how it takes a mature person to love, etc. etc..... It made me really mad, mostly because Brian was not paying ANY attention to the story. No, instead he was on the computer, probably lusting after pictures of Megan Fox or somthing...And gosh darnit, he could have taken a leaf out of that book. That information would do him some good, or at least make him feel a little guiltier....
Unfortunatly, I've told him that I'm not mad at him and I'm entirely over it all....which is not at all true....So I can't go and wallop him out of the blue without totally freaking him out. The last thing I want to be is the proverbial crazy bipolar revenge-seeking murderous emotional ex...So I try to keep my act together around him. Which is why, dear blog, you get to bear the brunt of all my complaints. Now, don't you feel special?
Grumbles.
The fact that I havn't gotten more than 5 hours of sleep a night for the past 2 weeks doesn't help much either...musical is gonna be the death of me. Sigh.
Ah, but I said I would talk about my children's play last time, did I not? Okay, dearies, here's the lowdown of Monday and Tuesday:
MONDAY:
We all get on a bus (and by we all I mean all 8 of us actors and "Momma Pratt") and drive to Childs Elementary, where we perform our first glorious play. I want to slap the little blond in front who says that we suck because we go to North High School ("But no offense!!!"). It goes well, for the most part. After that we go downtown and eat at the Bloomington Bagel Company before sitting outside Pygmalian's and talking about how our lives are awful. I'm sure we all looked like we were on about 5 kinds of drugs, dressed in our costumes, downtown on a school day. The chocolate covered espresso beans didn't help with that perception. We get back on the bus escolar and perform the play again , this time at Marlin Elementary. The kids there are super cute, asking questions like "What's a sophomore?" and "Are you guys gonna be on Broadway?" and "What was the purpose?"
Then we go back to school and sleep in the black box and play with glitter and waltz.
TYOOSDAY:
A lot more tired than on Monday, we sleepily board the bus to Grandview Elementary. They have a kick-arse stage. It kind of makes me want to die of happiness a little. After we perform the play, we answer questions ("How old are you?" "Do you know a guy named Chad?") and sit and talk for like half an hour, waiting for the bus. Then we go back downtown for lunch. Molly and I go to Bloomingfood's and get vegan sushi, quinoa salad, and some sort of greek pita thing. We eat it at the library and arevery happy. Then we meet up with everyone else at Cafe Pizzaria, eat more chocolate coveres espresso beans (I don't know how I didn't die of caffiene overload, I ate so many...), and talk with Momma Gray. She tells me that Brian is an arse and she "wouldn't want any daughter of mine dating him." I am happy. Then we perform once more, for the last time at Fairview (aka the ghetto school :/) and get questions like "did you use AK-47s or a 45mm to shoot those Nazis?". It makes us a wee bit worried.
Then back to the black box to sleep. Whoot!
Oh, have I even told y'alls what the play is even about? Goodness, how rude of me....
It's called "Ernie's Incredible Illucinations", and it's about this littl eboy (Ernie) who imagines things. Only when he imagines these things, they happen. For example: he imagines that Nazis are attackin ghis house. They do. It freaks his parents out, so he shoots them with an imaginary AK-47 (or was it a 45mm?). Then he imagines his great-aunt is a champion boxer, that there is a spy and myriad dead people in the library, and that his mousy father is a Superman-meets-James-Bond mountain climber. And so on and so forth. It's very cute, and very entertaining. We only had like 8 people in our cast, so a bunch of us had many parts. I mayself was, all at once, the director, a Nazi, a sick person in a doctor's office, and mountain, a spy-guy/hobo, a carny, and a flautist. Whoooohoo!
It was all very stressful. Fun, but stressful.
Arrrraaaagh.
I need sleep.