::laughs so hard she cries::
::stares::
I just got invited to Homecoming.
Mon, has your Package of Doom arrived yet? I mailed it September 7th…
Presenting Reason #5713 why I love Jia.
My Pirate Name: Dread Pirate Flint
Like the famous Dread Pirate Roberts, you have a keen head for how to make a profit. Like the rock flint, you’re hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you’re easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!
Go revel, ye Cupids! The day is your own!
Heeeey, I finally realized where I got my weird Southern Accent that I used for auditions today! In 7th grade, I played Mrs. Gibbs in a condensed version of Our Town for a theatre class. Yay, now I can sleep easy. I’ve been pondering that all afternoon.
My new friend Lauren at “Dark of the Moon” auditions told me that I sounded like Southern Belle, but low and evil. That conjures the most entertaining mental images I’ve had since… I dunno, a few posts ago. Also, Aschley in my AP Studio Art class says that I sound like a lounge singer when I sing along with the Beatles. This, too, is worrisome.
Anyway, DotM auditions. I read for the Dark Witch, which would be a fairly cool role but for the fact that I’m concurrently playing the Sorceress in Dido and Aeneas. Yay for evil witches that destroy life and love for their own amusement. I sang “Whatever Happened to Honor”, which impressed a few people when I mentioned that it was from a musical I was writing. I wish I’d been able to warm up beforehand, though. My high notes weren’t as clear as they could have been. Grr. At least it was better prepared than most of the boys! 75% of male auditionees sang “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”, one with accompanying striptease. “How much do we have to pay him to keep his clothes on?”, I quoted.
Saw Casey Potter, Casey Pedersen, Lauren Donsky, Daniel, Ricky (the Percy clone, who sadly no longer has glasses), Nathan, Joe, and various other familiar faces. Hurrah. Callbacks Thursday.
Like many before me, I have idly pondered where on earth Terry Pratchett got the name “Angua”. I find today that it is the Papiamento word for “needle”. That’s it, I give up.
Advisory Dinner. Too fun by half! My fellow homeroom people (Chungy, Cherise, Christine, Margaret, Ashley, Mack, and Loh — Rachel was sick) all met in Loh’s room, then carpooled off in Loh’s van to the Dream Cafe. Or at least, where we thought the Dream Cafe was. Christine told us Belt Line and Central, instead of Belt Line and the Tollway, which are about 20 minutes apart. We ended up in Little China. Eventually, Christine called information and got the number for the restaurant and set us right on track. Of course, when we found the general vicinity of the restaurant, we saw that it was nestled impregnably in an enormous shopping center, and we were powerless to find it. Christine called them again for directions, then again when we had no luck. We were laughing hysterically as we finally entered the doors. A splendid time was had by all. We discussed Halloween, including possibilities for Spongebob Squarepants and various ways of dyeing Cherise’s skin blue for her Rama costume. Also how none of the rest of us had the foggiest idea of what we should be. Of course, the entire time, I was thinking that because it fell through last year, I should make another attempt at Angua, but I kept this to myself. Until, of course, Mackenzie pipes up: “Priscilla! Know who you could be? Carrot’s girlfriend, whatsername!”.
I love Mackenzie.
I’ll bounce ideas off Mimi in carpool tomorrow; she’s currently ploughing through T5E. Did I mention Mimi was carpooling with me again? Her mom is actually willing to pay me $5 a ride, even though it’s just a couple blocks out of the way. I’m rich! The only downside to the situation is that I can’t sing in the car anymore, but it’s worth it. Mimi and I rarely see each other, so it’s good to have quality time. Hurrah. Plus, an oh-so-fertile mind to warp. Jolly good.
On another tangent (I can see how they connect, but that’s just me), auditions for “Dark of the Moon” are tomorrow. I think I’m going to try for Barbara Allen, the love interest, as well as one of the few females who sings. I’m trying out with “Whatever Happened to Honor”, simply because I can. “Dark of the Moon” is a musical play, not a full-blown musical, and we only need a simple song, sung a cappella, to audition. Of course, I remind myself that due to the setting, all accents will be blessed with a country twang, and I had a moment of abject horror as I envisioned “Whatever Happened to Honor” sung by a hick farmer.
Wish me luck.