I'm in such a bad mood. Only one man can save me.

James Brown

I don't care where I live next year, as long as I'm alone. I'm tired of cleaning up after other people, and if I lived with someone cleaner than me, I'd feel really bad if they cleaned up after me.

So... Chicago? Maybe I can find a one bedroom for 500 a month. I could budget that.

I just hope wherever I am, the place doesn't catch on fire. I'm too deaf to wake up to an alarm and I'd probably choke in the smoke. God I hate being deaf sometimes.

Complaining is a wonderful way to be immature and ungrateful.

I think I've come to the conclusion that doing the show I'm in has been, overall, a wonderful opportunity to serve Jesus. It's been an excersize in patience, encouragement, persistance, pure heartedness, forgiveness, peace, servitude, and love. What else could I ask for in my life experiences? It's nice to know that Aslan is on the move, in my life and perhaps in the lives around me.

"He will make good the right to be a pilgrim."

Spiritually, this has been a very productive semester so far. Academically...

"Done laid around can't stay here
This old town too long.
I believe I got to be travelling on."
~Eric Bibb

I don't know if those are the exact words, but that's what i had in my head when I woke up. Hah, I think my gut reaction to life right now is "Run Away!"

The show will be okay tonight. Actually, it could be very good. Hm.

7 o'clock, 1st Floot of the Freize Building (State Street side), Arena Theater.

"John listen fast, you did not get this call!
You're the one who bought the one for me, after all!
When you are a friend, you're a friend through and through!
When you are in trouble I will cover for you!"

~Miss Saigon

Good Lord And Butter.

We lost a great actress from the show tonight. The Basement Board decided it was to risky to put someone with shingles and an resperatory infection on stage. It was so tragic. I feel really bad for her, all that work she put in. The director is taking over. I'm sure she'll be fine, but I'm extremely sad. Damn it.

Well, I had more energy at rehearsal than I have all term. I was happy about that. It will be nice to have an audience to laugh at our jokes. The girl who plays the lead is hilarious, which is good. I've never been in a show that was so shaky two days before opening. But one of our tech people said she's seen worse, so that was encouraging. It will be nice to see how we pull our shit together.

Who reads this? hopefully no one offended by swearing.

Oh, and one more thought for the night. Erinn got her Miss Saigon cds from her back from her sister tonight. So now we're listening and belting along. And you know what? The lyrics are terrible. And we listened to this when we were 11 years old. I can't believe my parents let me. And broadway hit musicals are so obnoxiously pop-y. But holy moses, are they fun to sing along to.

I feel like Bob Fosse. My body is giving out and it's all because of show business! AH!

A girl in the cast has shingles. Is that how you spell the post-chicken pox disease? We're still trying to decide whether to do the show. :(

Also, of note, I can't write the story I was going to. A girl wrote one with the same theme, which was okay--I still coulda wrote mine because it was from another perspective, but then all of the suggestions she got, well, most of them, were to make it more like mine. So if i workshopped it, people would say "hey, she just took the ideas from Eva's story and made her own!" How annoying.

Maybe it's God saying that I need to NOT base the story on what I was going to base it on. Those of you that I've talked to about it, will probably nod in agreement. It was such a great theme though: I'm glad nothing ever happened between us, because then I would know that he wasn't perfect.
Heh. There was the theme. Now don't steal it!

"Good Lord and Butter"
~The Miss Firecracker Contest.

I'm going to get some rest now.