"Ah, but my prince, if you can't be as sweet as you seem, I'd rather dream!"

Had an audition earlier tonight. Deja vu all over again with this one: it's for a cabaret-style one night performance in mid-December; the theme is love; I'm auditioning with "Storybook". Ring any bells? Unlike last time, though, I'm not going to be performing in it: "Unfortunately we are unable to offer you a slot during this year's cabaret. Due to time constraints, we were only able to accept a limited number of acts into the cabaret." Was expecting that, actually; my voice decided to go all wonky on me, so I sounded like an alto who wanted to be a soprano and was failing rather than the transectional that I am. Ah, well, c'est la vie. Remind my why I want to do this again?

On a happier note, I'm all spiffily registered for classes for next semester. Waitlisted for the ballet class, because I have no damn luck, but the rest all works out and worst comes to worst there are still ways I can reconfigure my schedule to fit all the dance I need to take. The Four Year Plan is a lie, of course, but what can you do?

On a less happy note, I have so much work to do. Yes, much of it is my fault, as most of it is already late, but it's still there and evil.

• ARTH 'dialogue' criticism (late)
• Desdemona performance review (late)
• Hiroshima or Horizon performance review (late)
• 112 reflection (late)
• faculty interview
• UNIV journal (late)

In the next entry: criticisms of Goblet of Fire and Rent; yes, I use the word 'criticism' because it doesn't actually have a negative connotation and because 'critique' is not a noun, bitches.

"Ah, but my prince, if you can't be as sweet as you seem, I'd rather dream!"

Had an audition earlier tonight. Deja vu all over again with this one: it's for a cabaret-style one night performance in mid-December; the theme is love; I'm auditioning with "Storybook". Ring any bells? Unlike last time, though, I'm not going to be performing in it: "Unfortunately we are unable to offer you a slot during this year's cabaret. Due to time constraints, we were only able to accept a limited number of acts into the cabaret." Was expecting that, actually; my voice decided to go all wonky on me, so I sounded like an alto who wanted to be a soprano and was failing rather than the transectional that I am. Ah, well, c'est la vie. Remind my why I want to do this again?

On a happier note, I'm all spiffily registered for classes for next semester. Waitlisted for the ballet class, because I have no damn luck, but the rest all works out and worst comes to worst there are still ways I can reconfigure my schedule to fit all the dance I need to take. The Four Year Plan is a lie, of course, but what can you do?

On a less happy note, I have so much work to do. Yes, much of it is my fault, as most of it is already late, but it's still there and evil.

• ARTH 'dialogue' criticism (late)
• Desdemona performance review (late)
• Hiroshima or Horizon performance review (late)
• 112 reflection (late)
• faculty interview
• UNIV journal (late)

In the next entry: criticisms of Goblet of Fire and Rent; yes, I use the word 'criticism' because it doesn't actually have a negative connotation and because 'critique' is not a noun, bitches.