No One Sleeps When I'm Awake...

Yesterday was the last performance of "The Monster Responsible" by my Theatre class. I have to say, it was the best performance we've ever had. I think we were all crying by the end though. On one hand, I'm relieved that it's finally over - because during a show, you're basically living on stress. Stressing over cues, lines, entrances, the little mishaps that always seem to happen (like the traveler breaking during one of the major scenes and the lighting guy leaving his booth to fix it). But it's so very, very sad. I'm never again going to stand on the stage in our Performance Center with those people. Next time my school puts on a production, I'll be in the audience, cheering on the next generation of hopefuls.
I cried all day yesterday during production. I cried when I showed up to put on my make-up. I cried when we held our group prayer to the Theatre Gods. I cried when I sat backstage before my scene, talking about the future with J. I almost told him right then and there what was running through my mind, but that's not his concern. I cried when I went up for the last scene, my candle flame barely holding onto life. I cried presenting K. with flowers. I *didn't* cry while everyone did the Cupid Shuffle after the presentation of flowers. That was a nice little surprise (which I knew nothing about btw...). I did cry when we struck the set, and while I was driving to school to unload the trucks... and on my way home from the school as I was holding Significant Conversation with individuals.
I took the time that we had together for granted. We had our Cast Party at J.'s house, the *perfect* party place, btw, if you ever need to have a get-together... Before we had actually gotten to the Performance Center, we were just a jumble of people, some of us friends, but it almost seemed like we were all in separate cliques, pitted against one another. And then we go through our final run-through, and it just came together like magic. We did it. And we made it incredible. Sure, there were some parts that were rough around the edges, but we had become family - the way a Theatre group should. Our director confessed on that final day that she would have never thought it possible for us to become what we had, but we did it. Our cast party sealed that bond. We can never look back from that day, now. And the pool at K.'s house was absolutely perfect.

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I was proven just how blessed I was, over this long weekend. Things that I'd been taking for granted were put in jeopardy, and the obstacles were overcome. ♥

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As I'm writing this blog and reflecting back on how crazy this past week has really been, I've got to mention what my crazy mom is doing right now. Graduation Invitations.

WTF?

I really don't see the point in Graduation Invitations. Everyone that is coming to my Graduation has already been invited and are coming. Why I have to send out announcements and invite people that I haven't ever heard of that are somehow distantly related to me is beyond my comprehension. I mean... really?
And I'm supposed to fill these out, right? Not according to Mom, because I "don't do it right" and will probably "F*** it up" or something. UGH. And why do there have to be steps to doing a Grad. Invitation correctly? Why so many pieces of paper? It really doesn't make any sense.

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I finally got back on my PureVolume account. Check me out on there if you want: GuitarGirl57. I'm getting some really awesome music, now. Right now I'm listening to The Sounds. They're Swedish, and awesome. Before This Storm still has its profile up. That amuses me. Good times, very good times... Maybe one day... ♥.

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No One Sleeps When I'm Awake: The Sounds