Sorry that I’ve been a stranger during these past few days, but I’m back and better than evah! (See, I’m so cool now, I can spell words like “ever,” as “evah.”)
I have officially finished all of my auditions. Callbacks for PU’s awesome improv group (as opposed to the other, not awesome improv group) were tonight. There were about 10 of us there. To be perfectly honest, I have no idea how it went. I wasn’t the worst one, I wasn’t the best one, so my admission may be determined by how many people they want to take this year. If I don’t get it, I guess I’m still happy I tried. I hope they let us know soon, though, because I’m actually going crazy waiting to hear.
All of the other auditions were fruitful. I got offered parts in both of the musicals I auditioned for and chose one that I think will be truly amazing (which I will, from here on out, refer to as “Musical!”). I’m good friends with most of the production staff, which is one of the main reasons I chose to do “Musical!” and I’m really looking forward to the next 2 and 1/2 months of rehearsal.
All of these audition expeditions lately have made me consider the things I do to myself. I don’t know why but I love to do this thing where I place an extraordinary (and unnecessary) amount of pressure and unreal expectations upon my shoulders. No one else forces me to do these things. I always seem to be coercing myself into one more class, one more audition, one more adventure. And if things don’t work out the way I want them to, everyone else (my family, my friends) seems to be happy just because I tried. But I’m not happy. I’m not proud of myself like they’re proud of me. And I wish I could be. I just really like to succeed, I guess. Sometimes I wonder, though- how many of the things I try (the classes, the shows, the making of the friends, and the impressing of the people around me), do I try because I’m actually interested in doing them or think they’d be fun, and how much of it all is just to see whether or not I can succeed? Life would be so much easier if I could just be satisfied. I suppose I’ll keep piling it on, though. It’s the only way I know how to live.
Sometimes I wonder (5)
How much more life can I take? (7)
Guess I’ll try and see. (5)
The last two days have actually been madness. Classes started and I’ve been running around like crazy trying to get my schedule worked out and solidified. And as much as I appreciate getting up at 7 both this morning and yesterday to rush to classes that it appears I’m not even going to end up taking, I’m ready to be done with this registration process. I’m pretty excited about most of my classes, especially one, which I would make out with if it had a face. Buying books (and then carrying them back to the dorm) hasn’t been the best, but the texts all seem interesting. Plus, the bookstore is fantastic and once all the stressed PU students finish getting their many books, I might even consider staying there for longer than the bare minimum amount of time it takes me to complete my errand.
Auditions are in full swing. I auditioned for a class and a musical tonight and they both went pretty well. I may or may not have made one of the guys running the audition cry… it was weird but I guess it was flattering? I have one more musical to try out for and then an improv group, so hopefully I’ll have some good news about something to report in the near future.
Now I gotsta get to bed so that I can get up tomorrow and do work before my first class. Actually, for some reason that I can’t explain, I have been suffering from the Insomnia a lot less than I was at home. It now only takes me 1-2 hours to fall asleep, as opposed to the 4 it used to take. I’ll wake up throughout the night, but so far it’s cooled down immensely. However, I’m extremely doubtful that this luck will continue once classes start assigning more work and potential rehearsals start and etc. For now, though, I will enjoy it.
PU is crazy (5)
Could I maybe catch my breath? (7)
It’s sleepy-time, y’all. (5)
So, remember that last post when I mentioned a severe lack of attractive males on the PU campus? Well, I am willing to be the first to admit that I may have been wrong. Turns out, I was just looking in the wrong places! Apparently, cute boys like the same kinds of things I do, like concerts and comedy. Super!
I can’t believe I’ve reached the last day of orientation. As much as I hated the program, it feels kind of like a major part of freshman year is now over. Plus, it’s a mega wake-up call that classes (as well as auditions) start on Tuesday. I have to say, I’m pretty nervous about being smart enough. Sure, I got in to PU, but who knows why? I’m a little worried that I’ll soon be sitting in my classes with a completely blank stare on my face (and perhaps some tears and/or drool), frantically jotting down notes in order to keep up. I guess that’s why study-buddies were invented… if only I had any study-buddies. As of now, I don’t know anyone in my classes.
Watched a performance of an amazing PU improv group the weekend. And I’ve decided that I would pretty much give a limb to make it. I always knew I would audition, but seeing them in action really helped to re-spark my desire. Too bad they hardly ever let freshman in. I guess I’ll just have to convince them somehow to make an exception for me. The “how” part of that decision, I’ve yet to figure out, but I’m sure something will come to me.
So, to sum up: classes-nerves-auditions-improv-boys. Add food and sleep and you pretty much have my life.
Oh yeah, I forgot to add haikus to the list. Duh.
No more dumb programs (5)
So let’s get down to business. (7)
Time to hear me roar. (5)