School...and I'm in pain

So, 3rd day of school.  I'm awake!  I'm alive!  Now I know what I believe inside! Sorry, have been listening to too much Skillet this morning.

So, I had my first day working yesterday- I'm a writing tutor at my community college, and I tutored my first student!  I think it went really well.  And that's all you'll get out of me because I have to keep confidentiality, so yeah.

I'm taking Intro to Theater, Nutrition, Ancient and Medieval World History, and Environmental Ethics and Career Development online.  Spent an hour and a half outlining yesterday for History and only got through 5 of the 20 pages in chapter 1. yikes.  Haven't even looked at Ethics or Career Development yet, but I did finish Nutrition.

I went riding for the first time in a very long time on Sunday.  Horseback riding.  It was fun, though the horse I usually ride, Angel, is limping, so that's sad.  My neighbor has horses and she lets me ride them sometimes.  Anyway, the saddle I usually used when I rode more was broken, so I had to use a different saddle.  Well, the reason why I used the one particular saddle was because it was the only one with the stirrups shortened enough for me.  Well, the saddle I used Sunday had one of the stirrups (the right one) short enough, but the left one hadn't been shortened enough.  I could still reach it, but it was harder and I could only get my toes in.  So whenever we galloped, I lost my left stirrup and ended up holding on for dear life, bouncing all over the saddle.  I've also been having issues with gripping things-I played one song on the guitar and my hand just about killed me it hurt so bad.  I also had an issue writing half a page of Calista's character profile.  Yeah.  I don't know why.  So, I'm gripping the pommel or horn of the saddle and my hand is protesting in pain.  I knew I was going to get saddle sore, but because of all the bouncing, I bruised my legs and may or may not have done something to my lower back.

That pain may have more to do with my 23 pound backpack. (Yes, I weighed it)  So now just about every part of me hurts.  I feel like an old lady.

In good news, I finished Twice Upon a Time!  You can like my facebook page, www.facebook.com/3kingdoms2girls1fate My mom was visiting her mom last weekend and my grandma had just finished When the Stars Fall.  So my mom told her about me finishing my screenplay, and she was really impressed.  She says to me, "You know, my friend knows Dan Disney.  When you get it edited, I could see if he'll take a look at it"
ME: OoO or something like that.  Trying to keep myself from screaming in excitment.  Hello, DREAM. COME. TRUE.
Everything's extremely iffy so I'm not getting my hopes up too far, but still- MY GRANDMA'S FRIEND KNOWS DAN DISNEY!!! What?????


Yeah.

I got a laptop.  I found a mac (I need one for the music program at Concordia if I go there) for less than $500, so yeah.  It was about $370, but my dad wanted to get a warranty, so we got a 2 year warranty for $105.  It's coming Tuesday and I'm so excited.

Oh, am Disneybounding as Flounder today.  Having too much fun with this.  Tried to get Elli to be Ariel, but she was too lazy to figured it out.  Thinking I'll be Terence tomorrow and Marie (from Aristocats) Friday.  I have a flourecent yellow and aquamarine striped tank top on right now with a blue shirt thing over it.  Two of the three items I own from Aeropostale.  My mom decided I needed to get them.  Didn't realize at the time how perfectly they'd work for a Flounder Disneybound.

OK, gotta go.  Class in an hour and I need to read through some history.

My random project of the weekend: a mock-up cover of Beauty is Blind:

I love the black background- it really shows her living in darkness.  And the purple text is perfect-am not a fan of the font, but Createspace doesn't offer much for fonts.  And the painting is one by Diego Velázquez so it's now public domain since he's been dead for a long time.  I'm still going to credit him.  It's called "Portrait of a Blind Woman" and it looks EXACTLY like I imagine Calista.  The only thing I don't like is the fact that her eyes are closed so you can't see that they're purple, but still. It's perfect.

Bad Luck Sandwich

So I find it funny and ironic that the one day of these past few days of my life that I haven't had bad luck was Friday the 13th.  Because Thursday the 12th I got a concussion.  I managed to keep myself out of trouble on Friday the 13th.  Saturday the 14th, (today) I locked my keys in the car at Burger King and had to walk to dress rehearsal.  Luckily, my school is very close to Burger King, so I didn't have to walk far.  I had to call the police after dress rehearsal and pay them $20 to break into my car since my parents don't tell me where the spare key or jumper cables are until I need them.

Anyway, as far as dress rehearsal- it went okay.  Certainly better than Cinderella of Loreland, the last play I was in- we didn't even make it through the whole play.  The main issues of my scenes were that people didn't know their lines. *Cough cough Greedo Graspo cough cough.*  The throwing scene went well- got a little tangled up in my cloak, but that's it.  (I have a cloak!!! And it's green!!! And awesome!!! And too long!!!)

Speaking of too long- that was the story of my life.  The costume shop did a shoddy job of costuming our play.  I heard that the costume shop let their apprentice do our show.  They will be getting a call from my drama teacher, let me tell you.  They just don't seem to believe that I really am 4'9".  They did make an effort to hem my skirt and I commend them for that, but we had to hem the hem in half- much like my servant girl costume.  I wear basically a nightshirt with a peasant neckline and long puffed sleeves (it's white) under a lace up vest, which is tan with green leaves and pinkish red flowers on it.  My skirt is green, and I have a green hooded cloak.  Do you know how epic cloaks make you feel?  Really epic, let me tell you.  I only get to wear it for scene 1, though, and the beginning of scene 2. *sad face* But scene 1 is really long *happy face*  So many of the princess' costumes are way too huge and don't look very princessy at all.  I feel bad for them.  They sent us a wig with a ponytail for the Beast- and a mustache/beard thing.  He looked like a bearded lady.  Graspo (my son-in-law) is upset because his costume looks like a dress.  He's had a lot of crummy costumes- I feel bad for him.  He was really upset about something today- though I'm not sure what.  He wouldn't tell me.

I have old-age makeup for this play.  I've never had it before, and it's certainly...interesting.  My hair is in one french braid down my head (my hair's real short, so we tuck the tail of the braid under the rest to hide it) and grayed.  I felt so tired today, and I joked that I could feel every one of the wrinkles on my face as tiredness.  I also got my first nose bleed- it wasn't bad- taking off my make up.  I have no idea how that happened. And yeah. That's about it.  I have to go edit a whole bunch of portfolios now.

Adios

Updates and Aladdin

So after some research, I have come to the conclusion that I did, in fact, suffer from a grade 1 (ie minor) concussion on Thursday night.  I also talked to several people and figured out how I hurt myself.  Going back to the doodles, this is what happened:

Yeah, so... it was very interesting telling my college friends I had a concussion:

ME: Yeah, so I got a concussion last night...

THEM: *concerned* How?  What happened?

ME: Well, it's a weird story, but...I got thrown by a Beast on stage and hit my head.

THEM: O...kay...

WHAT THEY'RE THINKING: What?????

:D  I told my band director and she was like "You got a concussion?" It was kinda funny.  Apparently I take too good of care of myself to get concussions, in her mind, anyway.

So, I was watching Aladdin last night- forgot how much I loved that movie- but the DVD was scratched.  So I skipped from Aladdin's first wish- to be a prince- to Jafar taking the lamp and Jasmine trapped in an hourglass.  The movie skipped the whole second act!!! The best part!!!

However, I did not miss a certain part.  When Aladdin wakes up after Jafar traps him in the cave thing and he falls and all that- he says "Oh... my head!"

and I immediately thought "Oh my gosh, Aladdin has a concussion, too!!!!! AHH!!!"  Then the poor guy meets genie and is like "Maybe I hit my head harder than I thought!"

Oh..  Okay- I just really liked that

 I should really go work on editing stage play portfolios- I have dress rehearsal today and shall be very busy.  Adios!

Acting is a Dangerous Sport...

So, today we were practicing Act I, Scene I (well, actually all of Act I...) and we got the part where I, as Madame Rondeau (the "Maurice" of this Beauty and the Beast tale) decide to take the Beast's coveted rose as a gift for my daughter after the Beast has allowed me to stay in his castle.

Anyway, before I can even get a hold of the rose, he comes storming in, crying, "Thief!  Thief!"  I throw my hands up in front of my face to protect myself, crying, "Mercy! Mercy!"  while he grabs my arms and tosses me across the stage.  It's a sort of dance move, the way we do it, so that no one gets hurt (by no one, .I mean me.  I'm the one who gets tossed to the ground.)
Well, we've gotten it to work really well- and had only been painful (for me at least) the first time we tried it, since we had to do it multiple times in order to figure it out.  Well today... (they say a picture's worth a thousand words, so since I'm in a doodley mood- here're some paint pictures I made.  Beast=brown, Me=blue, hard stage=black pain=red)

"Theif!"
"MERCY!"

"I'll show you mercy!  The mercy of the Beast!"

WHAT'S SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN:

WHAT HAPPENED TODAY:

Stage Manager's eyes bulge, people gasp
I'm thinking: Ouch.  That's not how that's supposed to work. OW!  That really did hurt!!

Anyway, I stuck it out.  A lot of people didn't quite figure out what had happened until later.  One girl was like, "Yeah, I heard something bang." To which I replied.  "Yeah, that was my head."
Then I said to him, "You do realize that when you tossed me today, I hit my head, right?"
Him: (sheepishly) "Yeah..."
Me: "We need to work on that some more..."
Him- "Yeah."
I'm thinking: "I know we need to practice... but I'm not looking forward to being tossed to the ground more times than I need to in a given day.  I have serious thrill issues...
As my drama teacher put it, "You almost killed her today.  You NEED to figure that out."

Hence we had to practice tossing me to the ground for ten minutes straight.  I'm still not sure how this is all going to work out, but I'll find out tomorrow.  I have to also work on the part where wolves are taunting me.  As long as I get to stay on my two feet, I'll be happy.  I have more of this falling and what not to look forward to tomorrow- dress rehearsal's on Saturday!!! AGGG!

I'm tired and my head's a bit woozy and I'm just slightly wacked out- or maybe that's normal.  I don't think I have a concussion, because you are dizzy and sick to your stomach when you have one- I'm experiencing those on a really low level, so I might have a very minor concussion... whatever.  I'm okay.  I think.

Ironically, this hasn't been the first time I've gotten hurt in a play.  I was "Village Woman 1" in Jack and the Magic Beans and I got wacked in the mouth by the troll's staff.  (Some kid- not the girl who played the troll, mind you, was messing around with it)
In Tom Sawyer, I don't think I got hurt- but I did get to throw shoes at Huck Finn, which was fun.  I was a school girl nicknamed "Pup" I had a regular name, but I don't remember it.
As Hermione, the spy in "Kilroy Was Here" I had to wear shoes that were WAY too small (I have tiny feet- so I asked for 5s and got a pair that said 5 but fit like 1s.  They were puny and left marks on my feet for hours afterwards.  That was how I figured out that my left foot was bigger then my right- the lines stayed longer on the left foot and the right one wasn't as squished.)  I also ran out over these steps for a dance and totally tripped (in said tiny shoes) and scraped up my leg.  It was a rehearsal, but I got up and kept dancing all the same.
In "Cinderella of Loreland" I don't think I managed to do bodily harm to myself, despite the fact that I was wearing heels...(as the Fairy Godmother) though the fairies that were supposed to follow me around (8 girls between the ages of 11 and 14) were always lost and fighting and "she's too bossy" "she won't practice" "she thinks she's so much better than us..." UGG.  Worst. Play. Ever. To be in- I could never find the fairies, so I guess my stress level was harmed.
And obviously, here in "The Enchantment of Beauty and the Beast" I have gotten hurt.  I wouldn't be surprised if I get hurt again.

I don't know if I'm just a klutz or if acting really is dangerous.  I think it's more of a combination of the two.

My first 8 hour shift... ugh... OW!

Okay, ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!!!!!  So you know how I was all excited yesterday or very very early this morning to be working at MOA so that I could earn money to go on my band trip to Chicago (I play french horn)... weeelll, let's just say it did not live up to my expectations.
Yes, I knew I'd be working an eight hour shift from 2 to 10, and I knew it would be late, but I thought I'd be working taking tickets or something at Nickolodeon Universe (It will forever be Camp Snoopy to me, I'm sorry) working with the rides or something like that.
Nooo.  My mom and I spent 8 hours wiping tables in the food court.  Wiping tables.  In the food court!  For EIGHT HOURS!!!  Within the first hour, I knew that it was going to be a loooong day.  To say it majorly sucked would be an understatement.  So, next time you're at a mall and you see someone wiping tables in the food court, make sure to be nice to them.  Because that job is painful, I tell you.  Eight hours on your feet.  Wiping the same tables over and over again.  It's not so bad if they're actually dirty, but towards the end of the shift, there was hardly anybody there, and I made a full circut of the court, came back, and the tables I had cleaned were still... wonder of wonders... clean.  I'm sorry.  I'm not going to clean something that is perfectly clean already.  So I grabbed a broom and started sweeping.  I sang songs to myself to keep myself occupied.  That was my entertainment.  That, and the occasional pop spill.  I found a fortune cookie, a dime, two pennies, and a canadian penny on the ground... worth it?  I think not.
ugh... I am so sore and I have to get up early tomorrow to sing in choir so I have to stop blogging and get a few minutes of writing in before I hit the hay... not sure how long I'll last...

until tomorrow
an exhausted
Haili