hour-long orders for sandwiches and things you say that make it impossible to hate you

seriously, how am i supposed to find a peer-reviewed article for the damn movie? i don't really care for this paper.

tonight...and tuesday night...i was nearly in rapture. but acting prevents my heart from cartoonishly beating out of my chest, so i merely replaced it with "i'm excited" and some last quarter technical jargon and rapport.

because. i was onstage again.

this is the first real-time play i've been in since my senior musical. theatre class never counted, performances though they were. this is straight acting, too, which i haven't done since The BFG, and at which i take to better than the version the americans can actually be credited for in theatre. 

there's a set. there's a plot. there's blocking (i mean goodness). it's not hurried, and you can definitely tell by the rehearsals, all of which have gone over, tonight's by an hour and forty-five minutes, approximately. we have six more rehearsals left to go, and the sergeant has put up his place to meet for additional read-throughs. we have such a short time 'til opening night, and i've never moved at this fast a pace through the rehearsal schedule (nor been more pleased at the rate at which we're propelling this). 

by the way, i'm a mouse now. 

it's a murder mystery, and if you know which one and would be able to blurt out the whodunit? in the middle of the student lounge, please don't. 

that familiar electric charge was buzzing through my veins and shocking my bones, causing my limbs to move in the familiar trance. my central nervous system was abuzz, and not just because of the love that lies there (crossing upstage right to down center). i met quite a few new people, slung inside jokes at old classmates, and i thought i recognized someone,

or at the very least, somewhat secured their attention.

i am a Leo, after all.

-d