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Mar. 25th, 2003 09:53 am
The Manly Pirate Who Beats People Up!
What kind of Pirate are you?
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The first CDs have been mailed out--Spencer and Lady C, watch your mail! I'm currently bouncing in my chair to SR-71, off Lady C's mix that arrived yesterday. Yay, postal system!
So, anyhow, last night was a bit of a fubar. I went to the rehearsal last night, psyched because my group didn't have to be there until 8:45, but it'd be nice to get there early and watch the previous scene and just hang out a bit. So when I get there at 8:30, what do I see, but...my group. Rehearsing a scene I'm in. Which they'd been doing since 8. Because my sheet with the list of scenes to be worked on each night is apparently very out of date.
*sigh* I've had _dreams_ like this. Of course, they were usually actual performances, and I was usually naked, but still.
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Date: 2003-03-25 07:31 am (UTC)And I just can't hide it.
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Date: 2003-03-25 08:07 am (UTC)It's their own damn fault for changing their times and not bothering to notify you, though.
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Date: 2003-03-25 08:13 am (UTC)i've never had a naked in a strange situation dream. all the dreams where i have been naked, i was s'posed to be naked. i should look this up in my dream manual, and see if the lack of weird nakedness dreams means something about my psyche.
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Date: 2003-03-25 10:24 am (UTC)No truly, that stinks. Not your fault tho'!
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Date: 2003-03-25 10:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-25 11:44 am (UTC)Those damn directors not sending you updated information. Did you make them feel bad and say "look, it's your fault!"?
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Date: 2003-03-25 12:32 pm (UTC)Gah, there will be no Oakenakedness. Not after last night's pillow talk when Deb told me repeatedly that the best part of the cheerleading show was how funny my belly looked poking out from under the tight shirt. At one point she tried to flatter me by comparing me to Oliver Hardy.
Those tiny little scraps on the floor that look sorta like beef jerky? Those are the shredded remains of my body image.