Today, today, I post about today! I logged on and the world went awayyyy...todayyyyyyyy!

Came to school late, having no first class today. I smile.

Went over Sweet Charity Act I with Peter T, as he wanted some advice on what to cut. Still don't know my role! Grr!

Class meeting. Nothing interesting.

Calculus. Did some review for the final. I own the optimization problems.

Lunch. Had some nice conversations. Impulse and I still haven't pegged a Shakespearian personality for Strident. Sorry! Red Delicious (see Project Shut Up) found some hideously mildewy books on the Commons roof.

Spanish. Class was redirected to the library.

Bio. Spent the whole perio playing with clay. My hands are still tinged with blue, even after a good washing.

Frisbee. Juniors (myself included) carried the game. Two bestowed nicknames today were Blondie and Moppy (that's me).

Tonight I go to see Everything perform in The Nutcracker. I'll post about that later.

More events of today

...only other blog-worthy event I can think of was my conversation with Impulse. We discussed what Shakespearian characters various Venetians would be. I believe Impulse was Puck. Presence was Edgar (from King Lear), and Eloquent was the Fool from King Lear. Neither of us could think of a good character to fit me. Strident, if you're reading this, any suggestions?

I do not understand the mind of the Internet troll. You're digging your own grave by nature, and when you get banned in under an hour, what is the POINT!?

A mix of woohoos and blearghs

Woohoo! Mystery at Twicknam Vicarage performance today!

Bleargh! We didn't get as many laughs as expected!

Woohoo! New issue of The Pillar (school paper) today, and my poem was in it!

Bleargh! They got the title wrong (not that I'm not grateful, but still irritating)!

Woohoo! I got cast in Sweet Charity!

Bleargh! Not a single role has yet been assigned!

More auditions

Had my singing audition at break today. Emily stopped me after the first verse, which is either a really good sign or a really bad sign. She also asked me if I had been in a chorus before, which I'm going to hope is a good sign.

Acting audition contained a surprise:each person read both roles of the script handout, so for a minute or two that resulted in me playing Charity! Lilith laughed a fair amount at that, and I think I would too were I her. I think/hope that I upheld my reputation a being a fast memorizer with Oscar's lines. Tomorrow the cast list will be posted. *crosses fingers* Come on, Vittorio/Big Daddy!

Mystery at Twicknam Vicarage performs tomorrow during lunch. I know I have my lines cold, but I'm a tad worried about Jeremy.

Even more morbidity!

Over on the D&D message boards is a topic, "1001 Evil Necromancer Sayings." As I was considering singing "Dog Eats Dog" from Les Miz for the auditions today it was on my mind, so I took the lyrics and reworked them. Then just now I decided to put them here. This is what Thenardier might have sung were he a necromancer.

Here's hint of soul stuck inside a corpse.
Pardon me, monsieur, you won't be needing this no more.
Shouldn't be to hard to mould.
Add it to the horde! Add it to the stock!
Here among the evil dead a breath away from hell
You get accustomed to the smell.

Well, someone's got to raise them up, my friends,
Bodies in the graveyard, law and order tumbling down.
Someone's got to raise up these odds and ends
Ere the conquest of the town.

Here's an onyx jewel and a dying fool!
Wouldn't want to waste him; that would really be a crime.
Thank you sir, I'm in your debt.
Here's a little toy! Animate the boy!
His heart's no longer going and he's lived his little time,
But his body's working yet.

Well, someone's got to raise them up, my friends,
Before the little harvest is interred into the mud.
Someone's got to raise up these odds and ends
When the gutters run with blood.

It's a world where the ghouls eat the dogs,
Where I raise up the bones in the street,
And the gods in their heavens, they don't interfere
'Cause they're dead as the stiffs at my feet!

I raise my eyes to see the heavens and only the moon looks down!
The harvest moon shines down!

I really should get to doing homework now.

Help me make the music of...tomorrow

Singing auditions were today, but since I happened to be last and Emily (chorus teacher) had to catch the bus, I'll be back to give my audition tomorrow. Whee.

Nothing else interesting today.

Need to write more.

See the heading.

Tomorrow are singing auditions. It took me a while to decide what to sing, but I've decided on Music of the Night. It's one of the few songs that I (1) have memorized and (2) am capable of singing range-wise (still some evil high notes, but not much that can be done about that). That's all I have to say about that.

I remember during the dance rehearsal, Lilith said to me, "Do remember the fire in that poem of yours? Be the fire."

Be the fire.
Move, leap, don't worry.
I fall. Sticks fall and burn.
I am not a stick. I am the fire.
Fire rises, I rise.
Unsure, unsteady.
Fire is always sure. Fire rises and grows.
I am the fire. I grow, I prosper.
"You have a leaf on you."
I am the fire, and I will consume that leaf, growing stronger still.
Singing about the night. Impossible? No.
Fire casts its shadows. Sing from the shadow, but be the fire.
Singing has never been my strongest suit.
I prepare for an uphill battle.
Fire moves fastest uphill. Be the fire.
The fire waits, wakes, climbs, takes, fades, dies, sleeps, hides, bursts, and lives.
Waiting for rehearsal.
Waking up to an unfamiliar challenge.
Climbing uphill.
Taking one's own measure.
Fading as I fall.
Dying as I land flat on my back.
Sleeping as I contemplate music. Music of the night, as the matter falls.
Hiding, biding my time, practicing.
Bursting forth in song tomorrow.
Living!
Be the fire!
I will be the fire!
I am the fire!