So the pressure is definitely on and my irration for time-wasting activities is at large. I missed out on handbells yesterday because I thought I would be more needed at play rehearsal since we open next week. Well, everyone ran around goofing off for a good 30 minutes, and it really pissed me off because I could have been at handbells instead and doing something productive. My presence at rehearsal was a complete waste and it made me feel really guilty for having missed out on bells. Softball try-outs are next week and I'm pretty sure I won't be there this year. It's not worth it, I guess. I mean, I never really enjoyed it all that much--I have more fun at practice than I do at a game. And besides, I have got to get a job. Not to mention auditions for Something's Afoot are two weeks away. I'm really apprehensive about it; I am doubting T's abilities to really pull it off. I'll be really excited if I'm cast as Lettie, but if I'm not, no biggie, I'll go get work. Anyways. I'm beginning to get back on track again. My RP is all but finished--just got the grunt work ahead of me now, so that will be a huge load off. The next project will be the physics tower, and that shouldn't be too painful. Dad and grandma are going to the casino tonight--mom and I are so excited. She pulled me aside last night and said that I could invite CK over and it would just be a nice night with the three of us. Of course, I'll have to get out of rehearsal at a decent time...Alys is doing a great job at creative directing and helping out and everything, but I just feel like we're not moving fast enough. I guess this is me ego speaking, saying that I'm ahead of the others and I just want to do some run-throughs and be done with. Being there, doing little warm-ups and chatting about drama...its friggin wasting my time, and I dont have time to waste. Once again, mom reminds me how horrible theatre is and asks why I even bother with it. I guess it's the reversal of softball--on the field, I love practicing and hate playing (don't hate, just dont have as much fun) and on stage, I hate practicing and love performing. Well, whatever. OK, I guess I'm done rambling and ranting for now. Mr. Miller said this morning that we all needed to just step up and get things done, so I that's what I'm going to do. PS- considering dropping photojournalism and going into weight lifting with Amy. She needs a buddy and it sure would feel good to work-out on a daily basis. I worked out a little last night, but, eh, not enough. Ok, c'est ca. Carrie