My diary: an interactive project. Sort of.

1/21/12. I've Been Saying the Things that are Not.

After that we went to watch a one-act performed by students from our school, which was pretty bad. They didn't really know their lines, and a lot of them are really bad at emotion. Some of them  were good, but most of them didn't seem to have it together.

Then there was a main stage show by another high school that was really funny and very well-acted, if somewhat confusing. It was one of the better parts of that day. After it was over, we all went home. At that point I wished we didn't  have to go back the next day.

Alas, we had to return on Saturday. This time, F7 didn't go with us. She claimed to be sick and stayed home, which sort of upset us because we didn't want to be alone. But we were okay. We spent most of breakfast exploring the school so we wouldn't get lost when we went to workshops that were further away from the main lobby. After that everyone went into the theatre to watch the skits from the Executive Board candidates. They were all dances, which I thought was weird considering we were at a conference for actors, not dancers. But our candidate's skit was really cool. His theme was kind of like he had been taken to a mad house, which made for a really cool skit. The biggest problem was, despite the large amount of support he had from our school, no one else ever saw him. He stayed too much with our school's group. All of the other skits were good too, as were the speeches. One girl did her own version of the Cell Block Tango from Chicago, which I thought was clever. Another girl did an I Love Lucy theme, which was very intricate. She was in costume the whole weekend( another thing our candidate failed to do. He was less dressed up than some of the other students from our school). The skits were probably my favorite part of the weekend.

Then we went to go see another one-act by our school, which was significantly better than the first, although the main actress was really over done. But one of our few friends in the group, who also happens to be one of the girls who isn't fully accepted into the clique, was in it, and she is so good. Much better than the ones who performed in our main stage play.

They ended early, so we didn't have to run to the next workshop. We chose to go to one on accents, which was fun. We ran into a freshman from our school who is pretty nice, and we ended up hanging out with her for a while. We also saw V1 ( who thinks he's so great because he got a small role in the play. He talks a big game at school, but when he's actually around the other thespians, it's clear that they don't really accept him) who was actually kind of nice. I think it was a combination of him feeling sorry for us and him feeling left out from the main group.

We ate lunch with the freshman, who kind kind of hilariously/creepily obsessed with one of the actors from the show the previous night. After lunch we walked around with her and the previously mentioned girl from the one-act who is really nice, as well as one of her friends. Then we all went to a comedian performance in the theatre, followed by more workshops. We went to see a comedian named Jason Thomas Mayfield, who is hilarious and signed a program for us. We talked to him after the show, and he's really nice. After that we went to a workshop on stage fighting that was surprisingly empty, and that was really fun. It was probably my favorite workshop.

This is where things start to go back downhill.( Btw, if you want to picture this as a graph, it's a negative parabola. A very low one at that.) Everyone went back to the theatre for showcases, where students competing for scholarships got to do short scenes or songs. I said earlier that our school has reserved seats. This time, most of our school's students had to leave early to prepare for that night's main stage play that they were doing ( Only 2 schools get to do a main stage, and our school was one of them. 1, I don't know how, because we didn't have a person on executive board this year, 2. It wasn't that good, and 3. THIS IS WHY THE OTHER SCHOOLS HATE US.)  So there were literally, and I mean really literally, THREE of us left alone. It was me, S, and another sophomore, the girl that S used to be friends with. We were the only ones not in the show. So they all left to sit in a place where they could leave without disrupting anything, leaving us sitting with 20 extra seats. I made a comment to S about how we would just sit there awkwardly by ourselves, and I think one of the older girls heard me, because she came back and said that we could go sit with them, which we refused because 1. I don't want their pity, and 2. it would be even more awkward then when they all left and we were still sitting alone. 

We went to dinner alone when that was over, because the rest of our school was backstage rehearsing. Then we had two hours of standing around in which we were supposed to go vote. We were lucky that someone told us that, or we would have ended up getting lost and not voting. Then it hit an all time low; the last member of our group ditched us to take a dance class, and we were ledt to listen to people scream karaoke into a faulty microphone for an hour. It was horrible. I mean, it was our first year at conference, and S and I were left completely alone. It was only two of us, the least they could've done was invited us to sit backstage with them. Then they had the audacity to tell us to campaign as much as we could before everyone voted. After that was the play itself, which wasn't very good in comparison to the one the night before. The executive board members this year acted terribly during the show. They kept talking and misbehaving. And everyone was just really tired after being there for 14 hours.

The new executive board was finally revealed, and our candidate made it on the board despite his lack of effort.Needless to say, we didn't stay for the dance. I was glad it was over, but also glad that I went. If I hadn't gone I would have regretted it, especially next year when we basically have to go if we stay in theatre, which we have to do for IB.

So that'sthe end of that adventure. the next one is a concert in early February. Mayday Parade. I'm looking forward to it. I just hope I'm not expecting too much. I don't want to be disappointed.

Well, if this isn't the longest chapter I've ever written, I will be  surprised. It took me three hours. I think it takes the prize for length, time, and use of parentheses. I hope you all enjoy it.

I really appreciate the comments and messages I get. I'm trying to be better about responding. Just know that every time I hear from one of you it makes my day a little brighter :)

I feel so much better now. Thank you all.

Goodbye, my friends.

"I wanna be fixed, I wanna be broken; I wanna be closed, I wanna be open." -Steel City, My Favorite Highway.  I feel like this expresses how I feel about talking to other people about how I feel, and about getting better. Plus it's really catchy :)

PS. This week's episode of Glee was mediocre. Maybe I just got bored because there was hardly any Kurt and no Blaine, but I didn't care for it. I love that Beiste finally gets to be happy, but  hate that it was just brushed off after so much emphasis on her fighting Sue in previous episodes. I love Samcedes, but Sam has kind of turned into a jerk, and the episode didn't focus as much on them as the preview made it seem. I don't care about Finn and Rachel anymore, and the teachers kind of bore me, although I'm glad they have someone representing mental illness, and that he was willing to help her through that. All of the songs except the first one were bad, and Rachel had far too many solos. Also, Kurt and Rachel said that they probably won't get into the college they want. Oh, Ryan Murphy, I see right through your attempts at excusing the fact that you don't want to let go of your characters. As long as you keep Klaine together, I'm fine with it.