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My dog died this morning. It was awful. I've had that dog for as long as my memory goes back. I felt like I had a well behind my eyes today.

It's been a bad year, and an especially horrible couple of weeks; one thing after the other, without an end. But it has also been the best year of my life. The best with the worst, I guess.

That's all.

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So today the cast and crew of Les Miserables met downstairs at 2:00 to go to Chavez and have a rehearsal and time to get used to the competition site. Little did they suspect the surprises that awaited them. It would be a long, taxing 4 and 1/2 hours.

Yeah, that's pretty much how it would go if that time slot was made into an article. The whole thing started kind of negatively for me. I didn't really feel like going, I mean, I wasn't too thrilled about it all, so I started with a negative outlook. Not to mention, my left leg was hurting a bit. So it was all just kinda sucking.

Any who, what really did it in for me was when I had just gotten back from carrying out some of the props and saw three of my friends talking and put in a quick comment, and Sibly came up and yelled at us for slacking and not being where the other actors were, getting into character. I walked over, and wadda-ya-know? The peeps over in area 51 were talking about their hair and just standing around, so I was really pissed off. I even talked back to my teacher and he sort of heard me and got real quiet and said "What?" All angry like, but I thought fast and said "Nothing, I was just ranting to myself", and thus escaped death.

So we went outside and only one of our buses was there. The bus for the props was running late. Sibly told us to go with the student director to practice projection, but as I was walking I double-checked where he wanted us to go, because the student director didn't say, and he told me that the student director was telling us, and I practically snapped back "No, no she hasn't; she has no clue the bleep is going on".

Well, we did all this crap and about 1 hour and 15 minutes later the bus came. That's enough to annoy the most patient of people in itself. As we were loading I was talking to a friend of mine and I said something and Sibly came up and said rudely "You should be getting into character (as Eponine)", and then proceeded to turn to the friend that I was talking to and started joking with her; I sort of lost it and started bitching him out. I told him: "Look, it really pisses me off when you tell me to be quiet and that I need to be getting into character and then turn and start talking to someone on the cast.... it really annoys me". A bit bold for a teacher, but he is very rude and overly bitchy to the cast quite often, so I figured I wasn't out of my rights. My friend just laughed and said "Yeah mister, you do that a lot". Sibly made some lame excuse as to the context of his comment and I had to follow suit, but honestly... I dunno. It was just very hypocritical. A tax on my life.

So we get on the bus, get yelled at a bit about not getting into character or being serious, and we get to Chavez. We ended up being late, and they told us we would only get 45 minutes instead of the full hour. Keep in mind, Challenge has no lights or anything to do with tech, no stage, no curtains. This is our first and LAST time to see these things and get used to them before the competition. It was very disheartening.

The rehearsal started out well enough, but really, it soon took a turn for the worse. There was an obvious lack of energy, emotion, enthusiasm, and even projection, which we had SO RECENTLY WORKED ON. For my first scene, I am supposed to enter with a kid named Grant, and we are supposed to be lovers who get offered flowers. Now, Grant is also a stage helper person, so during rehearsal, I would always had to remind him when our scene was, and even had to just yell for him, since he works on the opposite side of the stage (from me) for that particular scene. I always thought that this was a bad thing, and I knew that it meant that he wasn't going to remember his cue, though I've told him a million times over. So, yeah. He missed his cue and was on the other side of the stage when I had to go on. This is a problem, because another girl has the line: "Flowers for a young lady, Monsieur?" which, of course, she can't say to me without it being obvious that someone has missed their entrance- which, by the way, is sort of like actor hell- it's ok to mess up a line, but NOT to miss an entrance. In any case, this would all have been fine and dandy, but in UIL you cannot significantly change a line. I didn't know how it was gonna work out, but my fellow actress was quick and just said "Flowers?" so it went relatively smoothly.

I was so nervous after this, and there was so much going through my head, that in the next scene, I managed to pull off all the new business that was added yesterday, but I was so nervous and so full of technical thoughts that I completely forgot my first line. I sat there for what felt like an eternity trying to remember what I was supposed to say, and I finally managed to spit out the second half of the line. After that I went through the motions but I was kind of in a shock. I thought for sure I was gonna get an earful at notes for that.

Then there was the barricade scene. It felt so flat, so bad, and it was just such a dead show... it doesn't matter who started it, but one actor was having a hard time, and knew it, and was dead, and so the entire cast was feeling it. We had to stop at the barricade scene to get off for the next school, but when we stopped we had gone for 39 minutes, and we CANNOT go past 40... and there were still so many scenes left. It was a horrible feeling. And Sibly. was. ANGRY. He didn't say a word until we got back to the school. I made a comment to a friend along the lines of "Geez, Sibly looks angry" because he did, and honestly, it was sort of scary.

We got back and did the notes. I thought I was going to have the whole megilla read to me, but, surprisingly, I got three comments. Only two were in reference to acting; one was that Mr. C didn't "buy" one line that I said, and that for one of my lines I should be feeling "this". I was really surprised. I stayed after school to get notes, but some kids were already talking to Sibly, including my aforementioned friend. This friend then said "Yeah... a bunch of people came up to me and said 'Silberman looks angry' and I was just like well, do they expect me to pat them and say 'Poor baby, you did a good job'?" or something along those lines, and I just wanted to slap her across the face and be like "No, stupid, I know when I suck, I was just making small talk because I felt like shit. People aren't always looking for reassurance... sometimes they just want to chat. Has that thought not even run across your tiny, bloody little mind?".

I was so angry I was seeing red. When I get into a foul mood, any little thing PISSES ME OFF. As for Sibly, my anger at him has been building all year long, and it's not gonna go away until I get a break from that man.
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ZO MY GODS! So we were at Randals, and my mom told me to go get apples, and I had just finished and was walking back when, ZAP! The power goes out. You could hear a collective sigh from all the customers. It was pitch black in the back, so I walked to the front where there were at least windows. We all stood around for a bit, and then the power came back on. Of course, the computers weren't working, so we ended up waiting an hour in line. It SUCKED. I was just ranting: "Come on, let's whip out the calculators, guys! That's what high school was for!" We should all have gotten complementary snacks.... Randals is ghetto, man.
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My throat stings and my head is pounding. My ears feel stuffy and it's so hot here. My jaw aches, as do my ears. I thought that after I got back from my two college classes and got to lie down, that I would feel better, but I feel worse.

On a positive note, I can eat a bit more food now, but not much. ::dies::

It's so wonderful that I got sick after the concert, and not before.

I just listened to my new CD, which my mom finally gave me, and it's so bloody awesome. But goddammit, they have a wicked sense of humor! I can't read a damn thing since it's like, black on black. I'm supposed to get a black light so I can read it. Honestly...

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I feel like I could fly. Hole-effing-lula! I have finally gotten all of the pictures turned in for Yearbook. My job as a photographer is officially done in that department. Of course, all next week I'm expected to stay at school 'till 9 at night, but still. MY. JOB. IS. DONE. I don't need to stress about it anymore. All I have to worry about is making sure my layout person stops trying to be rebellious or whatever the hell it is she thinks she's doing, and listens to the group when we tell her not to do something, and when we tell her how we want the spread. But that's such a small detail. We have all the bloody pictures!!!!!!!!!!!
Current Mood:
enthralled
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Three days now, and I still feel like crying, and it still really hurts.

You would think somebody had died.

Close enough.

On the bright side, I'm feeling a little better about myself. After all these years, I think it's finally starting to come together. All I have to do is be myself, and not be afraid or embarrassed to let people know I care.

So simple, really.

What stopped me before?

How odd.

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I feel like shit. Crying is really tiring. Not to mention that, by the time it was all said and done, my contacts were so dry I had to throw them away (since I didn't have a case or any solution with me) and even then my eyes were itchy, and my cheeks were red and dry and burning. I cried halfway through UIL One-Act Play rehearsal. By the time I had to go to Yearbook, which is around 6:00, I was sooooo sleepy. I was ridiculously off-task, not to mention I had already turned in all of MY work. Ugh. I hate people, I hate people, I hate people. I'm so upset. Not even angry. Upset. Sad.

At the same time, I love people. People are wonderful. I didn't know how many people actually cared, and were there for me when I needed them. Everyone was asking if I was ok and giving me hugs, and asking if they needed to beat anybody up. Someone even offered to make me cookies. Also, some random girl named Grace from my Teen Summit group (Group 72!) told me that I was really beautiful... it was great to hear that from someone who didn't really know me.

A good day and a bad day. I was so stupid. I assumed that people value old friendships like I do. I was wrong. I guess I was wrong. It's odd how easy it is to break someone apart like that, so casually and perhaps even unknowingly. But I can't even be angry.
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I had a dream about my old snake last night. It was so depressing. I miss her.

Weeeeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-! YouTube is the greatest. Thank you, YouTube creators! And damn you, copyrights! Nh.

That's all.

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Heyaaaaaa, I got all of my hair chopped off today! It was soooo funny. I went to the woman and she asked what I wanted, and I said:

ME: "I want it pretty short... down to about here (the bottom of my jaw)".

She just kept on saying "Are you sure? That's gonna be pretty short. I'm sorry. I really like long hair. Are you sure? IS this O.K.?"

ME: "Yeah, that's fine".

HER: "Have you ever gone this short before?"

ME: "No"

HER:"... ... ... Does your mom know you're going this short?"

ME: "Yup".

HER: "... >_<"

After a few minutes of hacking away, she asked me "Are you freaking out? Because I'm freaking out". I was just kinda like "Erm... no, I'm fine. Continue." It was so funny... she had this grimace on her face. get the feeling that she would have dropped on her knees, gathered up all of my hair, and would have glued it back on if she could have.

Meanwhile, Hannah had this perfectionist woman. Hannah was there from about 3:20 to 5:30.I finishes about 50 minutes before she did.

la~<3
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But in any case, it was sooooo good! Crazy good! My face hurts from laughing and smiling so much. Here are the points of it all, in a semi-organized list by person:

-Yarden Ran: Oh my god. I never thought she could act so well! Understand, I didn't have my glasses, so at first I didn't recognize her. Her accent was amazing, and she was such a wonder to watch. It was so crazy.

-Yan Digilov: Loved the voice. Loved the character. Loved the dances. Didn't know he could sing so well. And I will now laugh every time I hear people talk about bunnies.

- Haley Rauch: Loved. The. Hair. The acting was ok, too ;p

-Gerald Rich: I still don't understand what the spray can was about. But he was a hoot a minute.

-David Goldberg: Did he get taller? I think he got taller. He looked incredibly tall and lanky-like. What was up with that? The twitch held my attention, almost as much as the acting. No, I kid. But I still think they should have hung *her* ::coughs::.

-Andrew Scheinthal: I sooooo did not recognize him. Neither did Hannah. I was just looking at the program, and I saw his name, and I was like, "Hey, Andrew is in this play? Who is he? OH MY GOSH< HE'S THE MAIN CHARACTER!!". Ridiculous.

-Miriam Cantor-Stone: DAHHHHLING, please. You and I have something alike; we were both mothers in our last play. We WILL hang out over the break. I hope that maybe I can hang out with some of the other people on this list, too? But in any case, I mainly came to this play to see you. So, what else could you have been but M-Azing? Because, if you had sucked... well... suffice to say,. you would never have been able to disapoint me again.

-Michael Glombicki: I've said it five times, I'll say it 11 more: GLOMBIKI HAS A PIECE OF MY HEART NOW. So amazingly funny. I LOVED his character. When did he get so good at acting? BLOODY BRILLIANT. I wish I was Glombiki's friend. I love that kid. He gets the Sarah-Stamp-of-Approval.

Yeah. It was such a wonderful play. I wish that I could see it again. Oh well. Good luck to the cast for their last night of performance. Wish me luck on being casted for UIL. ::dies::. I love that cast. I really do. I miss everybody. WHY CAN'T I GATHER ALL OF MY FRIENDS INTO ONE BLOODY SCHOOL? WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
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