Spooning with couches

Dear WordPress,

I’ve decided that this entry will be in journal style. The way that I figure it I’ll be able to provide a bit more commentary and such on events of the past week (or however long I choose to recap). Plus the way I originally saw this blog was more of a journal layout that people happened to read anyways. So we’ll see how this goes, and if it is liked I may just stick to it.

Last weekend was the opening for the Fantasticks, and considering the number of seats we sold last minute it all turned out rather Fantastickally. Let’s just see how many times I can use the word Fantastick in this post. Anyways; over the course of this production I’ve discovered: people that not only play showtunes very loudly in their cars, but also sing along regardless; princes that have fallen in and out of interest; possibilities for my future, however that may turn out at this point; and much, much more.

I love the POCCP. They are wonderful Fantastick. Saturday night (St. Patrick’s Day) after the show we ended up heading to Jill and Mike’s house for a…- let’s just say interesting party. Guard Bear may have gotten more than he bargained for and several games of ‘I Never’ ended very quickly.

I want to be a Floral Surgeon when I grow up. Not really, but the job title would be a great discussion piece at dinner parties.  Erin and I really did plan on going to strike the day afterwards, but we both discovered that we’re rather slow at mobilizing in the morning. Afternoon. The point is we were too busy making day late clover pancakes and spending the morning spooning with couches. Yes, I spooned with Erin’s couch. That couch is practically made for spooning.

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On to more recent events! I’ve been missing a lot of school lately! It is not Fantastick! These past two weeks have been filled with adept programs (for ‘Our Town’ at Geva) and impromptu sick days. What it all adds up to is being several days behind in English, being bad about learning lines and forgetting all about the monologue I have to present next class (don’t worry, I won’t be there that day anyways).

March seriously is the worst month ever. I did have fun at my birthday, but I can’t quite say the same for everyone that attended. For the past two weeks I’ve been getting rejection letters left and right from colleges and scholarships. I know that it’s something that everyone goes through, but still, being told by three out of four schools that you’re not good enough to teach music… it- well, it’s making me reconsider what I want to go to school for.

I was talking with a fellow member of my class and we were both lamenting about our futures. The difference is she got into the schools she wanted to get into. The point is that we realized that if we wanted to do anything besides music we’re pretty much screwed. I couldn’t do math or history for a living. I’d probably die. I’ve been accepted into Nazareth for Music Ed and I was generally accepted into Fredonia, so now I have a choice to make: go to Naz for something I might not be cut out for but want to try or got to Fred and explore the endless possibilities and feel even more lost.

The past two weeks have been difficult, for the above reasons and others that I still don’t want to go into. At the moment I’m just feeling rather adrift, and after the Fantasticks wraps up I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself. This past month sometimes it was the only reason I got out of bed in the morning.

This is all more difficult than it needs to be. I didn’t actually cover some things I wanted to write about, but this is what was on my mind last night when I was trying to fall asleep. So that’s what you get. I may not be allowed to do Brigadoon this summer, but we’ll see how that works out.

I’m going to go die soon. For an audience that is.

I promised an update

And this is all I have the energy to muster right at this moment.
But I promise and swear that I shall have a real update soon.

Opening weekend was Fantastick.
So was the party.

Life is difficult,
but that’s what makes it worth it.