::explodes in a fit of overjoyed squeeage::
I’m the Sorceress!!!!
Oh, this merits large font size and multiple exclamation points. Jooooooooooy! ::dances merrily::
Wow, that was an amusing dream. I was in some show at Hockaday, and it was opening night. Unfortunately, the techies couldn’t decide what opening music to play. They finally settled on a piece of music, but no one had a copy, so we used my laptop to try to download it. No luck. We tried this huge music archive site, which I had used in the past. I thought we’d have a good chance of finding the song, but for some reason, only classical composers came up. That and Urinetown. Eventually, seconds to curtain, we decided to use the opening for “Into the Woods”, the Hockaday spring musical. Of course, as I was really the only person in the cast who hadn’t auditioned for this musical, I didn’t know the words, and no one seemed ready to teach me. “Grab some flowers!” they shouted at me in whisper, “and get on the stage!”, even though I wasn’t wearing a costume. Clutching three huge, plastic daisies, I went onstage, attempting to look confident. The music started. On stage left was a girl dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, singing the opening bars. Several other girls made “Into the Woods!” interjected comments, then when I sensed a lapse, I quickly improvised “Into the Woods da-da da-ta, I haven’t heard this song in years”. Mrs. Wetherington, the choir director, stopped playing the piano and stood up, furious, daring me to do what I had just done. I didn’t feel worried, though, because now that I was onstage, I saw that there was no audience. Suddenly, Mr. Blaydes leapt to the stage and started reading off notes of how we had messed up in rehearsals for the show we were about to put on. One boy went around the stage, handing out a bunch of plastic swords. He refused to give me one, on suspicioun that I wouldn’t be serious and I would fidget with it onstage. Jerk.
And then I woke up.
As I toddle around my computer science class, it occurs to me that perhaps my readers could be curious as to how I fared in Dido and Aeneas auditions yesterday. Though it will be a while before roles are announced, I officially want to be the Sorceress again. While Aeneas would be fun, as I have the freakish ability to sing Baritone, Mrs. Glaros doesn’t want me to because it’s not loud enough. Bah. Anyway, the Sorceress has much cooler music, and she gets to chill with the Witches, who are have some of the most fun music in the opera. I loff “But Ere We This Perform”. If I don’t make it as the Sorceress, I want to be a witch. Good stuff.
Curious. Why aren’t my archives recognizing December 01 through June 01? Strange things are afoot, Watson.
Jesuit announced their theatre season: Fall play is “Dark of the Moon” and Spring musical is “Man of la Mancha”. While not actually inconvenient, I find it mildly irritating that auditions for DotM aren’t until the end of the month. To allow for the girls in theatre and sports, Dido and Aeneas rehearsals are from 6-7 on Tuesday, which would have been really convenient because I would still be in the area, finishing up Jesuit rehearsals. Instead, I’ll just have to stay at school until 6. Gah. Oh well, at least it’ll give me time to go to Mackenzie’s randomly scheduled after-school JETS meetings, and I’d be able to do my homework early. And it’s just one day each week, so it’s not worth complaining about. Yaaaay, Jesuit theatre.
…You know summer is really over when you find yourself adding your school’s name to Microsoft Word’s spell checker, despite feeling like you’ve owned your still brand-new laptop for ages.
Terry Pratchett is evil. My english paper is already riddled with footnotes. Grrr. And I microquoted XXX in one draft, which is a bad sign.
EDIT, 2 hrs later: Gah, I’m sick of this essay. Five minutes ago, I was this [—–] close to quoting Jingo (seriously, not microquoting). If I still need padding, I actually might. This is going to be interesting.
EDIT, 30 mins later: Someone stop me. I’m actually quoting Jingo, as well as A Clockwork Orange and other books that are not Emma. This is why Priscilla should never write essays after bedtime.
Looking through my blog archives, I came upon this quote. How I love my archives… If only they could help me write an english paper, as opposed to helping me procrastinate.
Homer: Kids, kids. I’m not going to die. That only happens to bad people.
Bart: What about Abraham Lincoln?
Homer: Uh, he sold poison milk to school children.
Which Animaniacs Character are You? Pinky!
You are…unique to say the least. Though the events around you often seem complex, even convoluted, you tend to drift off into your own world. It’s nicer there. People tend to think you’re joking, even when you think you’re being serious. Though, seriousness is taxing for you. You’d rather play all the time than do boring work of any type, and perhaps that’s why inane dribble tends to issue forth from your mouth. ZORT!
I think the most fun aspect of Dido and Aeneas is the chorus’ sung maniacal laughter. I never knew maniacal laughter could be sung before.