So...busy...play...making...me...crazy...
On that note: Oi! Come see the oeuvre that's been keeping me away from my computer and almost everything else recently. For information on how / when to do this, please consult the Scorpio Theatre web site.
Now, what the hell is this place for if not unecessary emotional whining. This show has not been good for my emotional well-being. I find myself returning to my seriously,-are-you-still-in-junior-high?-level depressiveness. I can hardly be bothered to do things that really need done (mostly for the show - you should've seen my list a few days ago, some for work), let alone anything else. Oddly enough, the only person from the show to notice this enough to comment on it was the playwright. Now, I've know of this guy for quite a few years, but could count the conversations I'd had with him on one hand up until a few months ago. Perhaps he was the only person who didn't think I'd just bite his head off.
Am I the only person going through crap in this show? Hell, no. danny_g also posts emo rants up here (Note: sorry if I've been less sympathetic towards you recently than I should've been), other cast members are having stupid shit go down in their lives, my sister is having an usual amount of roommate- and university-related issues, etc. Basically, it's no worse than the drama that goes on the lives of any group of a little under twenty people over the course of three-ish months. For me, the odd thing is that it's basically all show-related, and that's the area of my live I usually have somewhat under control.
This is not to say fun things haven't happened. We had a cast get together at the playwright's house that was wicked fun. I even left finger nail marks on a guy's neck. No, it wasn't a sex thing, it was a why-the-hell-didn't-you-tell-me-I-was-hurting-you,-I-would've-stopped thing. It was still funny. Today, a guy basically jerseyed himself with his own cape. Watching someone lose a fight with their own clothing is all sorts of amusing. I've met a couple of new people I quite like. We're corrupting a minor. We've definitely had our moments. It just generally feels like a downer, though. Sigh.
So, yeah. I'm a shining light of good cheer right now, and even I don't care enough about it to think anyone else should. Ain't it grand?
P.S. The show itself is excellent fun, and you should see it. I'm just mopey.
On that note: Oi! Come see the oeuvre that's been keeping me away from my computer and almost everything else recently. For information on how / when to do this, please consult the Scorpio Theatre web site.
Now, what the hell is this place for if not unecessary emotional whining. This show has not been good for my emotional well-being. I find myself returning to my seriously,-are-you-still-in-junior-high?-level depressiveness. I can hardly be bothered to do things that really need done (mostly for the show - you should've seen my list a few days ago, some for work), let alone anything else. Oddly enough, the only person from the show to notice this enough to comment on it was the playwright. Now, I've know of this guy for quite a few years, but could count the conversations I'd had with him on one hand up until a few months ago. Perhaps he was the only person who didn't think I'd just bite his head off.
Am I the only person going through crap in this show? Hell, no. danny_g also posts emo rants up here (Note: sorry if I've been less sympathetic towards you recently than I should've been), other cast members are having stupid shit go down in their lives, my sister is having an usual amount of roommate- and university-related issues, etc. Basically, it's no worse than the drama that goes on the lives of any group of a little under twenty people over the course of three-ish months. For me, the odd thing is that it's basically all show-related, and that's the area of my live I usually have somewhat under control.
This is not to say fun things haven't happened. We had a cast get together at the playwright's house that was wicked fun. I even left finger nail marks on a guy's neck. No, it wasn't a sex thing, it was a why-the-hell-didn't-you-tell-me-I-was-hurting-you,-I-would've-stopped thing. It was still funny. Today, a guy basically jerseyed himself with his own cape. Watching someone lose a fight with their own clothing is all sorts of amusing. I've met a couple of new people I quite like. We're corrupting a minor. We've definitely had our moments. It just generally feels like a downer, though. Sigh.
So, yeah. I'm a shining light of good cheer right now, and even I don't care enough about it to think anyone else should. Ain't it grand?
P.S. The show itself is excellent fun, and you should see it. I'm just mopey.
VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
danny_g:
When, specifically, I end up mopey isn't particularly up to me. Or I just wouldn't do it. But here we are.
danny_g:
It's easier for married women to make the compliment, because they won't get called on it. I've been single for five years now with no end in sight, so forgive me if I don't take great solace in how attractive I am to unavailable women.