Stop Wasting Time

I've never been much for recording random complaints in so public of a manner, but I feel like if I don't vent I'm going to strangle a baby or something.

Today has just been one of those days, ya? First of all, my stepdad is going to sell his MGB because there will be no room for it in the garage for it when they buy this SUV monstrosity tomorrow. I like the MGB a lot. Sure, it's a crappy British roadster that peeks out at about 60 miles per hour. Sure it rides like go-cart. But it's fun.

I don't have the energy for this week, I think. The weekend was not, via any interpretation of the word, relaxing. We were up late at Kevin's on Friday night getting everything organized and prepared for the big shoot. We got up early to set up on Saturday morning and I was back and forth between tutoring and musical pracitce in addition to setting up the most elaborate set I've ever conceived (especially in comparisson to it's screen time).

When we were finally finished...moments before I had dozens of people scheduled to arrive, adults included, the head janitor started to give us a hard time about being there even though we had verbal permission of Mr. Laniak. He would take nothing short of direct communication between him and Mr. Laniak to believe our claims. Luckily we got Mr. Laniak on his cellphone, bothering him at home on a Saturday, so he could confirm the permission. Yea, we're not having very good luck with janitors, are we?

The set looked great, but many complications have me worried about how the footage came out. First of all I didn't have a lot of time to set up tripods and stuff because of the setting sun and the rain, so I did a lot of handheld shots...risky. Then we didn't have enough time to do the conversational part of the scene. We at least utilized the extras to the greatest possible extent. I think we're going to rewrite it so the dialogue happens in other scenes. Whatever.

Saturday night I went to Aida at Greece Athena, which was uncomfortably good. The really stunning section of Nubia where the pit drops out and the chorus goes into this crazy harmony made me cringe with envy in my seat. It also got me ridiculously motivated to work on our show. I literally got home at like 1 and worked on my part until like three or four in the morning.

Sunday I woke up early, after like three or four hours of sleep, completely energized and unable to fall back asleep. I ran around the house, literally, until twelve when Kevin and I went to school to finish cleaning the courtyard. Then I went to the super bowl party and fought to stay awake. When I got home, however, I was so wide awake that I watched Scrubs until two and had to wake up at five to run.

After musical practice today, though, my motivation is back to zero. I spent most of the afternoon trying to help the disgustingly neglected acting ensemble, but got yelled at repeatedly for "talking on stage." At least the cast received my help extremely well...I think. I'm just going to keep on doing it. I don't care how many times I get yelled at. I wish we got some feedback. I wish they learned how to communicate in a manner that doesn't have people angry and depressed. I wish they would give us a chance to be cooperative before they resort to yelling and lecturing. I think the cast needs a moral boost or something. There is no way we're going to pull off the huge progess we rely on this month if things keep on going the way they're going now. Positive reenforcement goes a long way. I don't think it's just me. I never got annoyed by musical practice any other year. Not this much anyway.