I am amazing

This is my first NaBloPoMo post. I have been saving up for 2 days now so that I would not just spend an entire post whining about how tired I am and how much shit I have to do.

Turns out that I didn't have to save up events; I went out with Athena and Normalgirl last night and now I have a hangover to whine about. It's actually not too bad. I just woke up with a slight headache and a nasty case of cotton mouth. Oh yeah, and a distinct lack of desire to leave my warm bed. I really have to learn to stick to just 2 beers, but we went to the Happy Gnome where they have the most beautiful, ginormous beer menu ever. And I love beer.

Oh! And last week Monday? When I auditioned for a class? I got in! I am so amazing. Or there were more slots than people who auditioned. I prefer to think that I'm amazing. This means that I really do have to keep practicing on mandolin and piano as I will be expected to play. The only reason why I wouldn't be able to take this class is if I get into the play Big Love for fall. The auditions for that one will be in early May and the rehearsal times conflict with the Tent class.

The scene from Topdog Underdog for my friend's directing class went off on Monday without a hitch. I'm starting to really be able to feel where I am when I'm acting. It's like every time that I allow myself to be lost in a character and a scene I get a little more comfortable with that mental space. And then the next time I enter that head-space I can go a little further, and then a little further.

But I really am exhausted (thanks Athena, you're a bad influence), and I totally just lost my train of thought. I have writing and research to do and I can write here again tomorrow.