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*whew* I must say, I am damn glad that the Playathon is over. But it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be... it just wasn't perfect. (What is?) Anyway, so upon getting there, I noticed I was one of the first people there-- and it was 4:00, when Mr. Ulrich had told us we had to be there, even though our first rehearsal wasn't until 7:00pm. So Michelle Bates came with me to Cala and we picked up a 12 pack of Cherry Coke (^.~) as a "donation" for the food. I had ONE can of it before everyone else swamping the dinner tables took them all. ^^; Anything's better than the school's own lead-contaminated water though... Besides that, I think the chick at Cala gave me the Club discount even though I didn't sign up. @_@;
Not long after, people started showing up, and various groups (including Sung and Haley's two-man performance, "The Last Five Years") were performing onstage. I was just trying to figure out where to put all my stuff (sleeping bag, pillow, backpack full of things to do...). Sung invited me to stay upstairs with him; I wanted to stay in the area between the auditorium balcony and the balcony lobby, and so that's where we ended up crashing; later on Astrid and Adela joined us, along with Priscilla... so it was pretty crowded, but it was fun. We raided the food tables downstairs and I walked away with a box of raisins, a cup of Goldfish crackers, a gallon of Cranberry Juice, and a crapload of cups. Between trying to sleep when we didn't have to perform and bitching about certain people (Leanne had followed Astrid and Adela upstairs; when Sung told her *I* was the one asleep in the sleeping bag -but I wasn't, I was just sort of resting- she was like "Ugh, Meredith?" Sung bitched her out and said that if she didn't like me, then she could leave. I, of course, got my stress-relief for the night by bitching her out for the cow she was-- and she stomped back downstairs, utterly defeated. What makes me feel even better about it is that Astrid joined in on the bashing-- and I'd always thought Astrid and Leanne were friends. Astrid shows up to choir more than Leanne does these days, and regardless of what that fat ho (Leanne) says about excuses for not coming, Astrid is much nicer, not to mention a better singer. Hmph.) Astrid smuggled in some Bacardi clear, which we mixed with the Cranberry Juice, and it was yummy-- I think Sung had had a bit too much of the Bacardi by itself, as he was all, "EEW, YUCK!" while Astrid and I were just sitting there with raised eyebrows.
I had my tarot card deck with me, as I'd seen it in my bedroom and figured it could be something interesting to do at this "sleepover." I hadn't slept with it under my pillow for a while (which you're supposed to do to channel your energy into the cards) or even told anyone's "fortune." But Ellen, Astrid, Adela and Sung seemed immediately interested, so I told Ellen's fortune-- but it was dark, and I was rusty, so I told it a bit incorrectly. Everyone had these misconceptions that the cards could predict death or disaster-- they can't. The whole point of Tarot is to ask it a question that doesn't have an obvious or "yes" or "no" answer. Instead of asking "Will so-and-so ask me to the Blah-Blah Dance?" you could ask, "What should I do to pursue a relationship with so-and-so?" or something to that effect. None of the cards -especially not the Death card- predict ultimate fate or destiny-- the whole concept of Tarot is that you focus on the cards, you send your energy, asking the spirits within each card to guide you. Then, the cards tell you what your present situation is, what your past influences are, your conscious hopes and fears, people that may help you, and the outcome of the situation if you take a particular path. Ellen had to leave early, so despite my incorrect dealing, she believed the cards were pretty accurate -I told them correctly for Astrid, and she was very surprised that I got some of the things dead on. It's not a guessing game, or a lead-on, like with psychics, where they trick you into telling you exactly what's wrong. Instead, you can stay totally silent during a reading, and let the cards interpret themselves. It was very cool to be reading Astrid's fortune; we haven't spoken much since our falling-out in 5th grade (so long ago!) and I've always felt pretty guilty about it. We never talk in choir, but this was definitely cool, just hanging out and talking about stuff. Sung acted as the mediator for the time he was there, and that made me feel tons better. The only thing was, I never got to tell Sung just what happened with me recently; with him in his theater company, show choir, and getting acceptance letters from all these UCs, we don't have time to talk. He had to leave early too (and Mr. Ulrich said something sort of mean when people asked where Sung had gone, he said "He had Tiddlywinks practice or he had to get a manicure or something..." Hmph, if the rumors are true, I don't think Ulrich should be talking-- most of the student body thinks he's homosexual too!)
Astrid was nice enough to wake me up before every First Ladies' practice-- sometimes they went by quick, other times slow. Once the 3am one rolled around and was finished, I was SO glad, because that meant there were 6 hours of sleep between that rehearsal and the next one. ^_^ So I slept like a log. It was hard falling asleep though, as the floors were rock hard (I had to use my bear as a pillow and my pillow as a cushion) and the orchestra/band kept playing so loudly. Mr. Pleasure sounds so funny when he's directing the musicians; he "ba-bums" to the music. But when I finally fell asleep, it was always restful~ Despite only having my one sleeping bag, it was pretty warm, too (maybe the Bacardi had something to do with it?)
The one bad point of the whole thing -and Leanne's bitchiness doesn't count, she's always like that- was when I was trying to help out some fellow Mezzo Sopranos with the pronunciation of a Latin word. People continually pronounce "Oliveti" as "Oh-leh-veh-tee" when it's supposed to be "Oh-lee-veh-tee." The brat Crystal who I told that to snapped at me, and since I was tired, grumpy, and just trying to help, I snapped back, telling her that she was fucking everyone else. Worse, the other little bimbos in the 2nd Soprano group started to sing WAAY too loudly for a quiet, "mysterious" piece such as this one-- when we'd been doing so well on it earlier (when we were tired as hell). One of them sat on my foot, and I said, "Excuse me." She turns her head and glares at me, saying, "You're excused."
*exasperated sigh* "You're sitting on my foot."
"So move your foot."
"I was here first."
"Yeah, well, I'm sitting here."
"*under breath* Retard."
"Yeah well, if I'm a retard, I'm slow, so just move your foot!"
"*sigh* Pathetic..."
Direct quotes, I swear! She was acting so childish! The whole lot of them were being such brats, and that pissed me off. But once rehearsal was over, I went back to sleep, and didn't wake up again until 12:30. The First Ladies didn't have to worry about showing up again for anything until 3:00, for the finale, but I went down to clean up, watch Show Choir, and maybe see if I could get a ride from Rochelle home. Turns out that she wasn't getting a ride, that the finale performance got turned into a clean-up, and that we could all leave by 3:40. I got all dressed up in the outfit I originally planned to go to the Boat Dance in (and daaamn, it looks nice... but it's cold outside, so I might just ditch the skirt for pants later on) ... everyone was amazed I brought an extra outfit. ^^; But yeah, so now I'm home, catching up on everything (including my flood of email) and then leaving by 5:00. Of course, Mom is being her usual naggy self about the dishes... and I am still kinda tired/hungry, so I might as well grab something to eat and keep me awake, given that I only have $4... $2 for DDR, and $2 for initial D. Yeah. But Sean says other people who were originally doing the boat dance thing are going to RTA... so I guess it won't be totally boring there. I'll bring my sketchbook and spell book too, just to have something to read once I'm out of cash. Hopefully Will will have the money he owes me. 39 glorious dollars... wai... maybe I'll treat myself to a crepe or a manga or something. ^_^
Hope everyone has had a nice weekend thus far,
~Mer
Not long after, people started showing up, and various groups (including Sung and Haley's two-man performance, "The Last Five Years") were performing onstage. I was just trying to figure out where to put all my stuff (sleeping bag, pillow, backpack full of things to do...). Sung invited me to stay upstairs with him; I wanted to stay in the area between the auditorium balcony and the balcony lobby, and so that's where we ended up crashing; later on Astrid and Adela joined us, along with Priscilla... so it was pretty crowded, but it was fun. We raided the food tables downstairs and I walked away with a box of raisins, a cup of Goldfish crackers, a gallon of Cranberry Juice, and a crapload of cups. Between trying to sleep when we didn't have to perform and bitching about certain people (Leanne had followed Astrid and Adela upstairs; when Sung told her *I* was the one asleep in the sleeping bag -but I wasn't, I was just sort of resting- she was like "Ugh, Meredith?" Sung bitched her out and said that if she didn't like me, then she could leave. I, of course, got my stress-relief for the night by bitching her out for the cow she was-- and she stomped back downstairs, utterly defeated. What makes me feel even better about it is that Astrid joined in on the bashing-- and I'd always thought Astrid and Leanne were friends. Astrid shows up to choir more than Leanne does these days, and regardless of what that fat ho (Leanne) says about excuses for not coming, Astrid is much nicer, not to mention a better singer. Hmph.) Astrid smuggled in some Bacardi clear, which we mixed with the Cranberry Juice, and it was yummy-- I think Sung had had a bit too much of the Bacardi by itself, as he was all, "EEW, YUCK!" while Astrid and I were just sitting there with raised eyebrows.
I had my tarot card deck with me, as I'd seen it in my bedroom and figured it could be something interesting to do at this "sleepover." I hadn't slept with it under my pillow for a while (which you're supposed to do to channel your energy into the cards) or even told anyone's "fortune." But Ellen, Astrid, Adela and Sung seemed immediately interested, so I told Ellen's fortune-- but it was dark, and I was rusty, so I told it a bit incorrectly. Everyone had these misconceptions that the cards could predict death or disaster-- they can't. The whole point of Tarot is to ask it a question that doesn't have an obvious or "yes" or "no" answer. Instead of asking "Will so-and-so ask me to the Blah-Blah Dance?" you could ask, "What should I do to pursue a relationship with so-and-so?" or something to that effect. None of the cards -especially not the Death card- predict ultimate fate or destiny-- the whole concept of Tarot is that you focus on the cards, you send your energy, asking the spirits within each card to guide you. Then, the cards tell you what your present situation is, what your past influences are, your conscious hopes and fears, people that may help you, and the outcome of the situation if you take a particular path. Ellen had to leave early, so despite my incorrect dealing, she believed the cards were pretty accurate -I told them correctly for Astrid, and she was very surprised that I got some of the things dead on. It's not a guessing game, or a lead-on, like with psychics, where they trick you into telling you exactly what's wrong. Instead, you can stay totally silent during a reading, and let the cards interpret themselves. It was very cool to be reading Astrid's fortune; we haven't spoken much since our falling-out in 5th grade (so long ago!) and I've always felt pretty guilty about it. We never talk in choir, but this was definitely cool, just hanging out and talking about stuff. Sung acted as the mediator for the time he was there, and that made me feel tons better. The only thing was, I never got to tell Sung just what happened with me recently; with him in his theater company, show choir, and getting acceptance letters from all these UCs, we don't have time to talk. He had to leave early too (and Mr. Ulrich said something sort of mean when people asked where Sung had gone, he said "He had Tiddlywinks practice or he had to get a manicure or something..." Hmph, if the rumors are true, I don't think Ulrich should be talking-- most of the student body thinks he's homosexual too!)
Astrid was nice enough to wake me up before every First Ladies' practice-- sometimes they went by quick, other times slow. Once the 3am one rolled around and was finished, I was SO glad, because that meant there were 6 hours of sleep between that rehearsal and the next one. ^_^ So I slept like a log. It was hard falling asleep though, as the floors were rock hard (I had to use my bear as a pillow and my pillow as a cushion) and the orchestra/band kept playing so loudly. Mr. Pleasure sounds so funny when he's directing the musicians; he "ba-bums" to the music. But when I finally fell asleep, it was always restful~ Despite only having my one sleeping bag, it was pretty warm, too (maybe the Bacardi had something to do with it?)
The one bad point of the whole thing -and Leanne's bitchiness doesn't count, she's always like that- was when I was trying to help out some fellow Mezzo Sopranos with the pronunciation of a Latin word. People continually pronounce "Oliveti" as "Oh-leh-veh-tee" when it's supposed to be "Oh-lee-veh-tee." The brat Crystal who I told that to snapped at me, and since I was tired, grumpy, and just trying to help, I snapped back, telling her that she was fucking everyone else. Worse, the other little bimbos in the 2nd Soprano group started to sing WAAY too loudly for a quiet, "mysterious" piece such as this one-- when we'd been doing so well on it earlier (when we were tired as hell). One of them sat on my foot, and I said, "Excuse me." She turns her head and glares at me, saying, "You're excused."
*exasperated sigh* "You're sitting on my foot."
"So move your foot."
"I was here first."
"Yeah, well, I'm sitting here."
"*under breath* Retard."
"Yeah well, if I'm a retard, I'm slow, so just move your foot!"
"*sigh* Pathetic..."
Direct quotes, I swear! She was acting so childish! The whole lot of them were being such brats, and that pissed me off. But once rehearsal was over, I went back to sleep, and didn't wake up again until 12:30. The First Ladies didn't have to worry about showing up again for anything until 3:00, for the finale, but I went down to clean up, watch Show Choir, and maybe see if I could get a ride from Rochelle home. Turns out that she wasn't getting a ride, that the finale performance got turned into a clean-up, and that we could all leave by 3:40. I got all dressed up in the outfit I originally planned to go to the Boat Dance in (and daaamn, it looks nice... but it's cold outside, so I might just ditch the skirt for pants later on) ... everyone was amazed I brought an extra outfit. ^^; But yeah, so now I'm home, catching up on everything (including my flood of email) and then leaving by 5:00. Of course, Mom is being her usual naggy self about the dishes... and I am still kinda tired/hungry, so I might as well grab something to eat and keep me awake, given that I only have $4... $2 for DDR, and $2 for initial D. Yeah. But Sean says other people who were originally doing the boat dance thing are going to RTA... so I guess it won't be totally boring there. I'll bring my sketchbook and spell book too, just to have something to read once I'm out of cash. Hopefully Will will have the money he owes me. 39 glorious dollars... wai... maybe I'll treat myself to a crepe or a manga or something. ^_^
Hope everyone has had a nice weekend thus far,
~Mer
