NDC, where are you?

Is it strange that I sometimes like the smell of alcohol on people?

And he said "'Nothing' could get a girl transferred."

I hate making character choices only to find out that they're wrong. Well, maybe not wrong, but not exactly right. I'm being given direction and I know exactly what he means - I feel like I've been doing it all along, but apparently it isn't reading. That's what is frustrating: that I've been doing the things he says, but I can't communicate it well enough.

Let me just say that it's the worst feeling in the world when you are confident that you're getting there, and someone tells you that you should have made a left on Main Street.

But at the same time, I love being up there. Even if it's just to be knocked down.

The greatest thing.....

Today brought the end of something great, and the return to something just as good, if not better. Thank you for filling my void. At least you don't have to get me that lingerie, now.

Ariel and all her quality

Haven't been here in quite a while. And for those of you who don't really care: screw you.

No, screw you.

Rehearsals for The Tempest are going well, but the tryranny and exacting acuteness of Dr. Booze has me mourning the loss of my artistic freedom and feeling incredibly tired. The grandeur of this production (or at least the concept for it) have me very wary of our ability to produce it in only 5 weeks. I'm going to fly. As in up in the air. As in I'm hanging 30 feet over the stage and the only thing keeping me from death is a harness and a prayer. Awesome. Off book Tues. I'm almost there.

Am in a bit of a weird mood due to certain insinuations that have been flying concerning myself. Insinuations that most definitely would not arise were it not for the fact that I have a vagina. I really wouldn't care, but someone else could be hurt in the process, and that's what is irritating.

There might be more silence here on the way, but that depends on how much rehearsals are going to make me want to kill myself. If I'm going at a mild mame, then we're okay, but if I get to wrist slashing, you won't hear a lot out of me for a while.

Exeunt Sparks, stage left.