This week is what I like to call "hell week", aka, DRESS REHEARSALS. (Cue the ominous organ music and shrieks...)
Today's rehearsal was god freaking awful. The set kept malfunctioning, the people in the pit were talkative, our leading lady was on the verge of tears the whole time, we all were dying of aerosol inhalation form the hairspray...in other words, it was perfectly normal. Go figure. They say that the worse the rehearsals are, the better the shows will be...so I think we're set for a Tony-worthy show here.
Gaaaaaaaaahhhhd.
I'm sooooo stressed out. Again. No amount of sitting in my room with a bowl of edemame and Pink Floyd will help me now...I've gone off the edge.
In other news, I think The Wall is now officially one of my favorite albums ever. It's terrifyingly genius. Or just terrifying. Not sure yet. But god. It's so good. You all who see this should try reading The Bell Jar (one of my favorite books) and listening to The Wall at the same time. It's an epic experience. I highly recommend it. Unless you are suicidal/depressed/psychotic. Then it might just make you more suicidal/depressed/psychotic. Reading about someone going crazy and listening to someone going crazy just might have some adverse effects...I being probably the best proof of that. *Maniacal Giggles*
Okay. so. I just finished my homework (at 12:22 AM...), so it's sleepy time for Emmy. Later, gators.
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