Dec. 7th, 2005

bardic_lady: (icicle fingers)
Good morning. Well, maybe.
Nice evening of Shakespeare and giggles. Who me read the second and third acts of Midsummer aloud? Never. Never ever. Except...yeah, that was me...

Today is the last day of the semester. Then two days of reading period, the weekend, finals week, my birthday, and home for jury duty...

One acts were good tonight, really well done.

Ballroom final went fairly well, not as well as I might have hoped, but not bad for approximately forty-five minutes of actual rehearsal.

I'm okay. Fairly low self-esteem just now, but okay.

Also, blood is difficult to get out of white shirts...
bardic_lady: (cold kiss)
Congratulations to the lovely ladies of UChorale and Dorians, lovely concert.
Also, congrats to the casts of the One Acts, they were thoroughly entertaining.

Unfortunately, these two events and final presentations of Public Communications Campaigns (six people didn't get to present. Presentations were supposed to be 5-6 minutes long. I did the math. I went in at 2:30. I walked out at 4:25. *facepalm*)combined to make it impossible for me to eat. Cellar's closed. SUB's closed because of midnight breakfast. There's NOTHING TO EAT AND I'M STARVING!!!! Grrr...

All classes are now complete, pending finals. I'm absolutely certain of an A in Playwrighting, at least an A- in Dramaturgy, and likely an A- in Public Communications Campaigns. And I would be far beyond stunned if I didn't pass Ballroom.

100 page playwrighting portfolio due by Friday week, Monday would be better.
11 page paper for Dramaturgy due 5pm Tuesday.
11 page paper for PCC due 8am (*gag*) Wednesday, accompanied by final.

Blergh.

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I Cannot Hide What I Am

I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour...
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied
but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with
a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do
my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
seek not to alter me.

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