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5 November Funny how this doesn't feel like a weekend. Friday night I didn't feel that anticipation of this freedom ahead of me, it was more like one of those times where I feel that the weekend is over before it begins. We actually rented rehearsal space this weekend, and I realized how much I like big cast shows, as is only cost us $7 each, both for yesterday and today added together!
I still don't know my lines very well. This is getting a little embarrassing. I'd say it was because it takes up so much of my brain, the directing, but I know that it's just because I am bone idle. I'd say that I can't wait until it's over, except that would mean that I would have to start rehearsing the other show. Cynthia is pulling her hair out by the handfuls over it. Why the hell did I say yes?
After rehearsal last night I went to see Bring It On at the cheap theatre, and I really loved it! I actually am a competitive cheerleading fan, in that if ever I'm flipping the channels and it's on ESPN2, I always stop, riveted, so this film had that going for it, but it also had winning performances pretty much all around and a fun story and good made-up expressions ("You were having cheer-sex with him!"). I think that it's right up there with Clueless for this brand of movie. I particularly liked the Cutest Boy in All the Land, Jesse Bradford, who has such an air, such a seeming sense of himself, that I didn't feel like a big old child molester thinking that he's cute--always a plus. I also liked the way that the gay character wasn't a big joke, so much so that I only noticed it later, that his talking to a guy that he thought was cute was a sweet moment, not set up in order to jeer at him.
And we're still talking about Hallowe'en costumes, death, Rocky Horror, being happy, romance, getting well-know phrases wrong, attending our high school reunions, and being from a small town.
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