So I apologize for the lack of posts lately. I've been a busy bee as of late! I'll try to get back on track, especially as more and more things happen!
Anyways, this past week was one hell of a roller coaster ride; lots of stress, but lots of successes as well!
The improv club had our first show this week, and boy was it sick! The few days of practices leading up to it were hectic and stressful, and planning the damn thing was just as bad, but it paid off!
For much of this entire week, I had no brain whatsoever.
Before the show on Thursday, I was a wreck - a wreck that was magnified exponentially each and every day that led to the show. It was clear to those that knew me at school that my anxiety was out of control. I was totally off during rehearsal, my attention in class would drift, and I would sometimes transform into a giant ape under a full moon and reap destruction across the land.
Indeed, I was not myself:
Weird thing is, I was stressing over the fact that we have a fairly small improv team - not as numerous as last year's, or the year before. That was dumb of me, because I realized after the show that this team was all I needed for a very successful show, and everyone could participate even more! I only created that anxiety for myself, something I did not need to do - let alone have a reason for it. I like our numbers, but any new additions are welcome! Everyone really stepped up and they made the show a success! From submarines to "Rosebud" and Mr. Muscles, everything worked out absolutely stupendously! I could not be any happier! I'd need a couch to express my joy and excitement!
The rehearsals for The Scottish Play were the same! My anxiety came out during the rehearsals, and I did worse and worse as we went on. Haha, it's even worse when my anxiety gets called out, because I would have to explain it so people don't worry about me - yet they still do! Why do humans have souls?!!
So yeah, I pretty much crashed and burned during three of my four rehearsals. Honestly, I spent four hours trying to memorize a page and a half of lines and I could not do it! It clearly showed during rehearsal when I asked for a line - every line - during that scene. I felt like a planet would be destroyed every time I messed up or asked for a line.
Once the show was done, however, it took me all of fifteen minutes to do just that. Fifteen minutes.
Fuck you, anxiety! (And Grand Moff Tarkin; I had a summer home on Alderaan)
During the last rehearsal of the week, all my stress was mostly gone and I strongly believe that I destroyed during this rehearsal. I'm not being a braggart or anything, but I felt that it was my most successful one yet. I was lucky enough to do a lot of screaming, so it was a very cathartic experience.
Yelling is very cathartic - just ask Blueboy. You should all do it sometime! It's like crack, not that I know the sensation of such a thing...
And all my worry and stress was all gone by Saturday, when I knew that Best Friend was doing alright as well! This was even clearer when we got back to our routine of highly unusual conversations. (Best Friend teaching me about the significance of conditioner, the types of screamo, the ridiculousness of pompadours on certain beings whom we neither cannot tolerate, etc, etc.)
Everything turned out well, and I'm happy!
Oh, and I also tasted some of Cole's grandmother's maple fudge (And God knows how much I love maple fudge). I tried it, and I exploded from the sheer euphoria of the flavours. It was simply the best maple fudge I've ever had. Ever.
Paula Deen ain't got nothing on this shit, y'all.
