It’s a weird mix - I’ve had a horrible week, but yesterday was the best day of the year so far. Homework, tests, etc., the boring stuff that people normally complain about. But yesterday was the Regional One-Act Festival. We sort of… got first place. So we’re going onto states in December! I feel really bad though, because Savanna got sick and threw up before we went on; Laura had to take her place. We actually got cheers after we performed. *hysterical giggles* It was a good day for Charlottesville yesterday; our team won the Forensics meet, and Helen got first in her category!!! Yeah! A lot of us went out to Chili’s after the award ceremony, that was fun. Well, that’s my update. Thanksgiving break is next week! Hopefully I’ll post then.

I think I’m still recovering from Tuesday. Both of my parents were out of town you see, and that left me in a bit of a predicament. I live out of district, so I have to make a 25-minute drive into school every morning. In other words, I can’t walk. Of course, if my sister could drive… I wouldn’t have this problem. We ended up taking a taxi into school, and I must say it was one of the most amusing mornings of the year. I’d do it every day; that is, if it weren’t for the $45 fee is cost.

Regionals are this Saturday, you should all come. Why not? Who doesn’t like spending 11 hours on a Saturday sitting in a cold Performing Arts Center while waiting for sets to be struck and judges to deliberate, only to mess up the scores in the end? Speaking of which, Twelfth Night auditions are in a little over a week. If you’re not auditioning, I’m going to kill you. And that goes for you too, Amanda! “Oh, no! I have so-o-o-o many AP classes this year - I don’t have anywhere near the time necessary to take on such an ordeal! Please Mr. Small, don’t hate me for not being in any plays since I became a member of ITS - it’s my teacher’s fault!” Oh, just shut up. You won’t have soccer, and if you just stopped playing frisbee everyday after school with the other half of your covalent compound, you’d have more than enough time.

Yet another theatre story. Yesterday I was running some errands for Mr. Small, and so he gave me a piece of paper with a bunch of receipts taped onto it. It was a reimbursement form for him, so the school could pay him back 300 some odd dollars that he’d spent on “theatre stuff”. Right. Imagine my surprise when I was taking a look at this so-called theatre stuff as I walked down GT balcony and I saw an item labeled, “Snickers King - $.99″. And for the record, he didn’t take that $.99 off the total he charged the school - tut, tut, Mr. Small. But, we still love you, don’t worry.

I don’t feel safe in Charlottesville anymore. A few days ago I was at the Charlottesville Airport (don’t ask me why) and I got to ride the elevator (FUN!!!). Except not fun. You know how they have those certificates, certifying that the elevator has been checked for safety and lots of other “necessary” government things? It expired in 1997. As in there is no record of them having their gears tightened, their cables checked for strength, or their giant springs at the bottom of the shaft measured for springiness in over 8 years!

Wow, I just did something incredibly stupid. I sent in two auditions for some radio dramas on the Voice Acting Alliance. If my webcam was working you could see me banging my head against my monitor right now. Ah well, I figure I need to learn to get a tough skull (and that saying has nothing to do with the last sentence I wrote).

I’ve certainly been having fun the past couple weeks. Science fair, having to talk to teachers alone with them in their rooms (which, depending on the teacher, can be very frightening), and rearranging my office (which, since it’s me, is actually quite fun). I’m trying not to think about the scouting report that’s due on monday, or the Hamlet critique due on tuesday, or the impending math homework. Ok, to be fair, my homework load for the next week is probably the lowest it’s been in over a month; but that doesn’t mean I can’t complain. Complaining’s fun.

So, the play I’m currently planning on doing for the spring one-act (which by the way is a semester away so it’s completely pointless for me to start planning already) is called Going to School, by Ed Monk. If any of you want to take half an hour out of your day to read a script that isn’t even complete due to copyright reasons, be my guest.