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Post by spideyfan914 on May 30, 2010 7:57:31 GMT -6
Yeah, they actually have an intermission....
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Post by spideyfan914 on May 30, 2010 15:28:41 GMT -6
My mom wants me to start packing. But I'm still not ready to move! Why now? What's wrong with here? What's wrong with her? This is so pointless. Everything I do now is pointless. In just one month, it's all going to end, and nothing I know is going to be the same anymore. This is too much all at once. I need SOMETHING. A resolution. Everything's happening NOW - I can't just leave while everything's finally starting to get better. It just doesn't make sense. That's not how the world's supposed to work. That's just not right....
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Post by spideyfan914 on May 31, 2010 16:31:48 GMT -6
So, you know that friend who I was in a fight with? Well, on Friday, I got our mutual friend (the blind one) to sit us down and talk things over. It went horribly - she was texting people and ignoring me the entire time. It was finally resolved that we'd just give her a few days to think things over and get back to me, but I didn't think she actually would.
Well, the mutual friend now tells me that she thinks things will work out.... I don't know exactly what that means, but it's probably good news, so.... I have my fingers crossed.
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Post by spideyfan914 on Jun 1, 2010 20:01:15 GMT -6
I think today was the worst day I've had in a loooooooooooooooong time.... Like, y'know, since Friday....
First off, the mutual friend was clearly merely speculating. Me and that friend I'm in a fight with.... yeah.... we crossed paths, but she didn't say a word....
Then I went to talk with the druggie version of me about all my problems, which went well, sort of, except that then when I went to rehearsal, I was still upset and angry.
And then, I had to face one of my closest friends, who decided not to make up his in-school suspension even though I told him to, and thus was not allowed to come back to school today. Well, first he told me that he couldn't come until 7 tomorrow. I thought he meant 7 PM, in which he'd have another hour of rehearsal (and he still doesn't have all his blocking, by the way), so I thought we'd have to kick him out of the show, and this was texted to him. Well, when I call him, he says it's 7 AM, so I'm thinking "okay, good, this should work out." And then he hung up on me. I called him again, he yelled me, and hung up.
And so, I removed him from the show, hurled my backpack across the cafeteria, knocking over several chairs, in front of my entire cast, and then a teacher comes in like, "WHAT'S GOING ON IN HERE??" and stuff, so I just told them to come back in an hour, took my bike, and rode as far as I could to let off the steam. And got lost.
So I'm calling people, trying to get directions, and I run into two people who try to help me out. So I'm like, "which way to merrick ave?" and they're like, "what's merrick ave? is that that big street that goes up and down?" and i'm like, "uh, yeah, that would be merrick ave...." and they're like, "hm.... i don't know.... hey, where's merrick ave?" "merrick ave? isn't that right over there?" "no, no, that's merrick ROAD - he needs merrick ave!" Well, eventually, we found merrick ave, the biggest street in the immediate area except maybe sunrise highway.... So I helped myself to some carvel and made it back to school 20 minutes late.
Well, we got our cast (or at least, those who decided to show up today) together, and I apologized for flipping. Of course, the big-headed kid (LITERALLY big-headed) was like "you do that again and i'm quitting!" and i'm like "yeah, uh, not helping - you can shut up now." so, we got SOME rehearsal done, but we are in no shape to perform in two days.
After rehearsal, the big-headed kid tells me that he's not sure if he can make it tomorrow. I obviously do not like this proclamation, as we've never had a full cast and STILL haven't even finished blocking (we haven't even started the final scene). so i try to get to come and he's all like "o, school comes first" and i'm like "this IS school! u hav a commitment, and I expect to be treated with the same respect u give sal for any other show!"
And then he says that sal doesn't freak out and leave his cast for an hour (tho to be fair, that DOES sound like something sal would do - i was actually upset with how sal-like a nature it was....). And i completely freak out and scream at him at the top of my lungs. rather than apologizing, he quites the show. i charge after him ready to literally murder him, until my good friend you know as robert reminds me of my sanity.
so then as this junior tech-guy (also known as "dr. phil") comes out of the little theatre like "what's going on?" i just leave and go to the pit to lie down on the sex couch. Well, first I wind up doing everything i can to destroy the pit (again) and THEN i lie on the sex couch. well, dr. phil and "robert" come down to see what's what. i giv "robert" permission to fill the good doctor in on all the details, and so they leave for a few minutes ("robert" needed to go, but told dr. phil on the way).
dr. phil comes back down to comfort me, when sal calls down. he doesn't want us down there for some reason (i still don't know why), but i'm obviously not ready to face the above world. dr. phil obeys sal's orders, but i stay and sal needs to come down and he's like, "oh, bleep - what's going on?"
well, he eventually manages to get me upstairs and we sit in the deserted auditorium. he wants to know what's going on. i obviously don't want to tell him because, well, he's kind of been pissing me off lately, and we weren't exactly close to begin with. eventually, he just gets dr. phil to come back, and he resumes trying to comfort me. it didn't help much, actually.... in some ways, it did the exact opposite.... but it's always nice to hav a companion....
so finally, after we get sal's word that he won't tell my parents, i clean myself and go home to learn that my dog killed a cardinal today. now we all have to be mad at her, and so i can't hug her and hav her comfort me.
well, i worked things out with big-head on facebook. i STILL don't know if he'll be at the full rehearsal tomorrow, but if he can't come, i'll talk with sal to try and get our date changed to friday (tho that probably won't work, knowing sal).
as for the guy with the ISS.... i'm TRYING to talk to him, but he refuses to go on facebook, and i hate texting. he's still being difficult. if he doesn't make up that ISS and get his butt to rehearsal tomorrow, i'm going to hav to replace him. i'll take the part myself if i hav to, but i really want him to be in it.
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Post by Frostbite200 on Jun 1, 2010 20:46:34 GMT -6
....Wow...just, wow....hope thing pick up for you.
PS: you need a holiday
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Post by spideyfan914 on Jun 1, 2010 22:08:16 GMT -6
Stop telling me I need a holiday! That's the exact OPPOSITE of what I need!! I need MORE TIME!!!!!
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Post by spideyfan914 on Jun 2, 2010 17:13:24 GMT -6
UPDATE!!! (Yes, I know how insane it is that I need another of these every single lousy day....)
I am going insane. I am literally going insane. If I ever stop coming here suddenly without an explanation, you may assume I've been institutionalized.
So my "friend" (though I don't really consider him much of a friend anymore) finally made up his in-school suspension, and so he was able to come to rehearsal today. But first, Sal wanted us to find masks. Now, my thought process was that we needed to rehearse if we wanted to be even so much as decent, that the masks don't really matter much, and that no one would understand them anyway. But Sal says that the "masks are the entire point!" So we waste about an hour running around looking for masks. We don't find them. Instead, Sal decides to teach us how to make our own masks so we can do so while rehearsing.
So we start to rehearse, but the big-headed kid never shows up. He just doesn't come. Which is understandable, but it means we'll only have half an hour to block his scenes when he comes.... well, right around now, actually. Then we get little theatre time in half an hour, lasting 7:30-8:30. During that time, we must block the epic chase scene (which we couldn't do yesterday because of that "friend" with the ISS), do a dress rehearsal, and finish all the lighting cues. In an hour.
Well, I figure we'll take 'em as they come, and for now, we'll do whatever we can. We begin, and then that kid with the ISS starts arguing with me. I'm the director, and he's wasting time. Maybe he's right, but it's not a big deal, and he's wasting time. And I yell. Very, very loudly. He walks away.
I'm done with this. I tear up my script and storm away, into the Pit to lay on the sex couch. Dr. Phil arrives, tells me the principal's coming, and I have to get out. We go upstairs, and Dr. Phil brings me to the ISS kid. I'd have been perfectly willing to talk, but he's clearly not, and he just grunts stubbornly. So why bother? And I leave.
I walk around the school aimlessly for a little bit, until I finally toss my phone (which had been dead for two hours now) onto the floor, letting its pieces fly everywhere right outside the guidance offie, and toss my wallet up against the door to the stairs. Then I walk a minute longer, and finally sit down to think.
And I realize something: We suck. We suck beyond comprehension. We're going to suck. We won't even be done blocking. We've never had a full cast, and never will. There is no way in hell Sal's going to pick us to go on Saturday, because we suck. And while I'd ordinarily say that we have nothing to lose, this time, I'm going insane, and this lousy sucky show has been my trigger point all along. It's not worth my sanity.
So let my cast know that I've decided to cancel the show. They're less than thrilled, but I don't care anymore. I go to Sal, and he is entirely taken aback. He tells me that I still need the grade, and that if I need more time, I can go on Monday or Tuesday. Which would, of course, destroy the entire point of performing in front of an audience on Saturday. And I don't care about the lousy grade anyway.
So I get my stuff and go home. This stupid one-act or whatever you wanna call it is no more. I'm not going to school tomorrow, or the next day, maybe never again. Because if I do, I may just go insane, if I haven't already.
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Post by Frostbite200 on Jun 2, 2010 17:36:52 GMT -6
Type it out, I think that's your way of staying borderline sane.
I honestly can't think of anything else to say!
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Post by spideyfan914 on Jun 2, 2010 20:40:11 GMT -6
UPDATE! (again....)
I got a text at about 8 from another drama friend. "You cast members care about you - im doing lighting for them and they are working their buts off"
So I went back. I STILL don't know why I went back, I probably shouldn't have went back, I probably should be institutionalized, but I went back. I ran downstairs, told my mom I was going back to school for a bit as she complained about the ten dollar steak she was just putting out, hopped on my bike and dashed to school, didn't bother locking it or taking off my helmet, ran to all the doors, looking for one that was open, darted for the little theatre, threw open the doors, and shouted out, "I'm back!"
So.... it exists. It's not that good, but it exists. The main problem is that it isn't really funny.... What we still need is another day, but that's probably not going to happen, so hopefully, Sal will keep in mind that we can continue to work on it until Saturday when he picks who gets to go. (Because, of course, going on Saturday is the entire point....)
Our time was up at 8:30, but I gave them their notes on Facebook. Lots and lots of notes.... many of them my fault, too, but whatever.... It is what it is, and hopefully we'll get to work on it a bit more and perform in the Showcase.
Of course, as I was typing up the notes, finally feeling better, my mom starts complaining and yelling at me to come down for dinner, and I completely lose it again.... Way to go, mom!
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Post by spideyfan914 on Jun 3, 2010 16:04:14 GMT -6
Well.... it went.... well.... sort of....
We definitely needed more time, but I mean, everyone says they loved it. Of course, Sal's an extremely harsh critic (like me) and will more than likely hate it. Granted, he'll also hate everyone else's, but.... I think we have sympathy on our side, at least. Maybe I'm just being hard on myself, but I still see a LOT of room for improvement.
And my best friend still hates me. I do believe that she thinks I'm a creeper. And if we don't fix this by the end of the school year (meaning one week) then we may never see each other again.
And I just realized that I have less than a month in my house and life.
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Post by Frostbite200 on Jun 3, 2010 19:26:07 GMT -6
Life?
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Post by spideyfan914 on Jun 3, 2010 21:10:31 GMT -6
Yes, my entire life is about to reach a very abrupt change. And while I'm hyped for college, it's just too much too fast. I don't even get the summer to transition in - I'm graduating one day, moving two days later.
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Post by spideyfan914 on Jun 3, 2010 21:34:03 GMT -6
And now, my other best friend - the one with that ISS - well, I don't really know what's going on.... I just got a Facebook message saying that he thinks he might be arrested. There were cop cars in front of his house or something. It might just be his mom again - she calls the cops and lies to them all the time to get him arrested - but he usually just dismisses those. I have no idea what's going on. I'm freaking out. I don't know what to do.
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Post by spideyfan914 on Jun 4, 2010 16:10:05 GMT -6
UPDATE!
So, my project wasn't chosen for Saturday, but whatever.... It wasn't my fault anyway - just needed more time.
And apparently my friend was arrested. What I've heard is that he threatened his family (probably means his mother) with a knife. Pretty easy to believe, actually - his mother is the worst person imaginable. I love everyone, but her I hate with a burning passion. Like I said before, she frequently calls the cops and makes up lies about this kid to get him arrested. She once institutionalized him even though there was nothing wrong with him, and his dad had to come to get him out. She burned the awards he earned in drama. She has filed lawsuits against him in the past, claiming him to be "an uncontrollable monster." And the day he turns 18, she's kicking him out of the house, with no regard as to what happens to him. I just wish I knew where to find him....
And as for the one I'm in a fight with.... I tried to talk to her again today, but she refused to hear me out. I had another friend talk to her, and got the feedback that we're apparently not in a fight. But we're also not friends. .... Girls really are crazy....
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Post by spideyfan914 on Jun 5, 2010 23:47:53 GMT -6
GOOD NEWS, EVERYONE!
Yes, I know - when's the last time I've had good news? Well.... she's talking to me again. That's about it - she does think I'm a creep and she doesn't trust me enough to be Facebook friends.... But she's talking to me. Finally. I consider that an accomplishment.
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Post by spideyfan914 on Jun 6, 2010 21:57:18 GMT -6
Wrote another short story - April Grave. It's about.... well, let's just say it's about two old men, one of whom's wife recently passed away.
It's a very new story for me, to say the least. And by that, I mean that it's about love. Now, I wouldn't call it a love story in the cliched sense.... but it is about love. Yes, coming from the guy who wrote The Longest Kiss - I know, I know.
Just read it and tell me what you think, okay?
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Post by cradleman on Jun 6, 2010 22:05:12 GMT -6
will definitely read it on lunch break tomorrow. it sounds very interesting, I'm curious to see what you've written.
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Post by spideyfan914 on Jun 7, 2010 21:49:55 GMT -6
Okay, so to set the record straight, HERE'S what's going on with that friend who thought he was going to get arrested....
He came home from a friend's house to find that his mom had stripped his room of everything but a mattress. EVERYTHING. And so, he asks her what the hell is going on. They fight. He may have done something (we don't know exactly what), but her claims that he threatened her with a box-knife are NOT true. And now, he's back in the hospital. When he'll get out? Well, he's not crazy, so it shouldn't be too long.... I REALLY hate that lady....
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Post by cradleman on Jun 7, 2010 22:36:24 GMT -6
boy she seems like a bitch
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Post by Frostbite200 on Jun 8, 2010 0:16:21 GMT -6
Man, people suck sometimes.
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