when you know you can't have what you want, where's the profit in wishing?

baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
That's all I have to say about my friggin audition last saturday. (and just for you, lizzy poo, I'll tell you about it. Because everyone else has heard enough about it. So as for the rest of you, skip down to the next paragraph. I made it there about ten minutes early, filled out the registration form and sat there trying not to bolt out the door. Then at 10:00 on the dot, in waltzes 30-honest to god-30 judges from every guilde, every director, everyone in the whole damn faire pretty much. They all introduce themselves in cutesy ways and try to make themselves seem less SCARY. Didn't work, but thanks. I signed in at #11 on the list, so I had to wait an eternity of an hour and a half before going. Did I bring a book? Of course not. Although I did try to play pacman on my palm pilot for a while, but my hands were shaking too much to aim for those little ghosties. So, after all that waiting, I walked into the audition room. All the directors were sitting behind a long long table in a row along the back wall. I began with "On the Steps of the Palace" which went fairly well in my chest voice range, but the second I slipped into the higher notes my nervousness made my voice all quivery and airy. My physical characterization was excellent, I took of one of my shoes for extra dramatic effect and happily hobbled around the room. They actually laughed at some of my gags!!! Then the director of Concerta Bella Donna asked me to stand against the opposite wall and blow them away with my volume, so I sang a couple lines of memory. Still, quivery voice, but loud. Then I did my monolouge from midsummer. Good volume and body movements. I think that went better than my song, unfortunately. Then I attempted to sight read some music (let's just say that it's been a while since my choir days and sight reading was NEVER my strong suit.....). Then after a few more peoples went, we all went in and did improv exercises. Not bad, although I couldn't think of what to say for one of the exercises. I, of course, have been wanting this so very badly and have a tendency to overreact and nitpick everything........so who knows how I did. I'm kinda dissapointed in my performance, but at the same time proud that I did it despite not having any time to prepare and being scared shitless. I'll get a call from a director within the week if I made it, or I'll get a gee-thanks-for-coming-but-you-stunk-up-the-stage letter within two weeks. I'll keep you posted if anything happens. If all else fails, I'll go to the fill out an application day in the beginning of may and hit up nancy for some help to work in a booth. Who knows? maybe I'll be a water torture girl. I'd be a good little sadist, right?????)

As for today, I squeaked through a check off an hour ago. All I have to do now is do well on my ortho lab practical tomorrow and it's smooth sailing until spring break.
God, I wish I was on spring break right now. everyone else is...........
I'm looking foreward to having dinner with everyone (sans lizzy and hez) tomorrow nite for my birthday. I hope that no one gets into a stupid argument over stupid non important things that hover over us. Please let it be ok. I just want to have a nice dinner with my friends. Is that so hard? I don't understand why it's so difficult for my separate groups of friends to interact. Does everyone remember the halloween parties of '99 and 2000? 'nuff said. This is slightly different though. Everyone must be nice to me and my friends because it's my birthday, dammit.
Ok. don't have time to worry about this right now. I must figure out how the hell I'm supposed to do a joint mob on a left proximal radioulnar joint to increase supination. No clue. That question has been bugging me all weekend. Good thing I'm going to work soon. The OT's are awesome. Chris and Joanne will help me.

*note to self- talk to HR for meg. get phone number of HR for meg.*

Alrightythen.
OH!!!! I forgot to make my announcement.
::ahem:: the Johnson family has taken in a CAT. Honest to god. A cat.
who woulda thunk. WE ARE DOG PEOPLE, MOM.
sigh.
Last saturday, mom picked out a cat from the humane society in Milwaukee. He's a 5 year old cat, originally named 'Cubby' and renamed 'Lestat' (guess who picked THAT one out...). I guess he's pretty cool. He'll come up to you and rub his cheeks on you. The only problem is he sheds like there's no tomorrow. My eyes are constantly red, itchy and watery and I sneeze a lot. Plus, he's found his fave spot to nap- my bed.
cat hair all over my bed. yay.
no offense to cat lovers. I think cats are ok. I'm just slightly allergic to them and have found the majority of them to be stuck up and hide from people. (with the exception of Abby, the coolest cat ever. laser pointers provide hours of top notch entertainment. You can't beat that.)

when you know you can't have what you want, where's the profit in wishing?

baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
That's all I have to say about my friggin audition last saturday. (and just for you, lizzy poo, I'll tell you about it. Because everyone else has heard enough about it. So as for the rest of you, skip down to the next paragraph. I made it there about ten minutes early, filled out the registration form and sat there trying not to bolt out the door. Then at 10:00 on the dot, in waltzes 30-honest to god-30 judges from every guilde, every director, everyone in the whole damn faire pretty much. They all introduce themselves in cutesy ways and try to make themselves seem less SCARY. Didn't work, but thanks. I signed in at #11 on the list, so I had to wait an eternity of an hour and a half before going. Did I bring a book? Of course not. Although I did try to play pacman on my palm pilot for a while, but my hands were shaking too much to aim for those little ghosties. So, after all that waiting, I walked into the audition room. All the directors were sitting behind a long long table in a row along the back wall. I began with "On the Steps of the Palace" which went fairly well in my chest voice range, but the second I slipped into the higher notes my nervousness made my voice all quivery and airy. My physical characterization was excellent, I took of one of my shoes for extra dramatic effect and happily hobbled around the room. They actually laughed at some of my gags!!! Then the director of Concerta Bella Donna asked me to stand against the opposite wall and blow them away with my volume, so I sang a couple lines of memory. Still, quivery voice, but loud. Then I did my monolouge from midsummer. Good volume and body movements. I think that went better than my song, unfortunately. Then I attempted to sight read some music (let's just say that it's been a while since my choir days and sight reading was NEVER my strong suit.....). Then after a few more peoples went, we all went in and did improv exercises. Not bad, although I couldn't think of what to say for one of the exercises. I, of course, have been wanting this so very badly and have a tendency to overreact and nitpick everything........so who knows how I did. I'm kinda dissapointed in my performance, but at the same time proud that I did it despite not having any time to prepare and being scared shitless. I'll get a call from a director within the week if I made it, or I'll get a gee-thanks-for-coming-but-you-stunk-up-the-stage letter within two weeks. I'll keep you posted if anything happens. If all else fails, I'll go to the fill out an application day in the beginning of may and hit up nancy for some help to work in a booth. Who knows? maybe I'll be a water torture girl. I'd be a good little sadist, right?????)

As for today, I squeaked through a check off an hour ago. All I have to do now is do well on my ortho lab practical tomorrow and it's smooth sailing until spring break.
God, I wish I was on spring break right now. everyone else is...........
I'm looking foreward to having dinner with everyone (sans lizzy and hez) tomorrow nite for my birthday. I hope that no one gets into a stupid argument over stupid non important things that hover over us. Please let it be ok. I just want to have a nice dinner with my friends. Is that so hard? I don't understand why it's so difficult for my separate groups of friends to interact. Does everyone remember the halloween parties of '99 and 2000? 'nuff said. This is slightly different though. Everyone must be nice to me and my friends because it's my birthday, dammit.
Ok. don't have time to worry about this right now. I must figure out how the hell I'm supposed to do a joint mob on a left proximal radioulnar joint to increase supination. No clue. That question has been bugging me all weekend. Good thing I'm going to work soon. The OT's are awesome. Chris and Joanne will help me.

*note to self- talk to HR for meg. get phone number of HR for meg.*

Alrightythen.
OH!!!! I forgot to make my announcement.
::ahem:: the Johnson family has taken in a CAT. Honest to god. A cat.
who woulda thunk. WE ARE DOG PEOPLE, MOM.
sigh.
Last saturday, mom picked out a cat from the humane society in Milwaukee. He's a 5 year old cat, originally named 'Cubby' and renamed 'Lestat' (guess who picked THAT one out...). I guess he's pretty cool. He'll come up to you and rub his cheeks on you. The only problem is he sheds like there's no tomorrow. My eyes are constantly red, itchy and watery and I sneeze a lot. Plus, he's found his fave spot to nap- my bed.
cat hair all over my bed. yay.
no offense to cat lovers. I think cats are ok. I'm just slightly allergic to them and have found the majority of them to be stuck up and hide from people. (with the exception of Abby, the coolest cat ever. laser pointers provide hours of top notch entertainment. You can't beat that.)