"Can a simple tune flow through you?"

To express to you exactly how crazy my week has been, I'll tell you this: I have three -- yes, three -- saved drafts of posts from during the week that were from times when I thought I had time to write, and didn't.

So, keep your eyes peeled for posts from before this, an in-depth of the Superbowl Sunday party; a discussion of sour gummy candies; and a recounting of my various auditions of the week.

So I will summarize the auditions: I auditioned and got called back to two different things. I have since been cast as Mr. Kraler in The Diary of Anne Frank. I hate myself for this, but I am not enthused for this role. But then I remember similar feelings for other shows, and I've ended up loving them. So I'm trying to draw comparisons between this role and Jellaby from Arcadia (he's a similarly sized part) to drum up enthusiasm. So far, no luck. I'll get there, I'm sure.
I may or may not have been cast in the stage reading of The Trouble With Therapy, I really haven't checked the cast list. I need to do that though. I'm not holding my breath but we'll see.

Also, invitations to this sort of prom-esque dance our college has for juniors and seniors got sent out this week. It's in April, but we have to register this month...and I'm pretty sure that's with our dates too. I'm still looking for my date. Before you even say it, I asked James and he said no. I have a couple back up plans, should nothing pan out (thank you Damon and Dakota for that!)

So, I headed to XS after sort of but not really getting ready because I was hurrying to get there after one of my call-back auditions. It was a DJ Khumeleon week which means, of course, that it is packed and with a lot of straight men from Maryland. As usual, most of the guys I wanted to talk to were straight but...
I did meet a boy, though. And for fear of jinxing anything, that's all I'll say.
Oh, and he looks reminiscent Adam Brody. Only prettier and taller.


Friday, I went straight from classes to Harrisburg where I met up with Carl and we went down to the apartment he is living at where several of us met up before going down to Towson to meet up with the rest of the gang.
Ultimately, we had three cars going down to DC this week. That's a record for us and our entourage was huge. It was a lot of fun though. Like an extra ultra lot of fun.

Saturday was interesting only because, in all of the cars, and car-switching, etc that had occured when leaving Town I had managed to get separated from my jacket. And my car keys. So things got complex but we managed to reunite me with all of my stuff and I was able to collect and deposit my paycheck. Which is good, because I was overdrawn. Unfortch, that won't change til tomorrow.

So, basically, I'm facing the most profound lack of money I have ever personally experienced. Something to get used to, since I'm graduating in three semesters. :P
Overall though, I'm pretty content.
In fact, I think, right now the only thing that could make me more content would be having a new outfit (or two) for this weekend coming up. Yeaya!

I have never been so excited...

...about shaving.

The director of Arcadia was forbidding the guys to shave, because apparently there is not yet a design for hair, and facial hair is included in that. So we were told: no haircuts, no shaving.

The thing is, facial hair makes me look like a hobo or an addict. And I'm interviewing for jobs. I explained this to my director today, and mentioned that no butlers have beards. No butlers ever have had beards, to my knowledge. Sideburns, sure. Mustaches, of course. Beards, no.

To my surprise and my delight, he informed me that I could, in fact, shave. But I can tell no one in the cast. Fortunately, no one in the cast reads this (I think) so...we're good.

To continue on with the good news, I have pretty much okayed to direct "How Do You Like Your Blue Eyed Boy" in our Fall One Act Festival. For now, that's all I'm gonna say. But wait a bit, because this play is intriguing, deep, and deals with important issues that the media frequently overlooks these days. (Although, there was a time when they kind of took the forefront.)

And, to continue the string of exciting theatrical news, our campus theater club met for the first time this semester tonight. Last year, I was on the club's executive cabinet, but I adamantly refused to serve on it again this year. As per tradition, my role as Club Council Representative was passed on to a freshm--er, excuse me, "first-year". This blog is all about that political correct bullsh--er, bovine byproduct.
He's new to theater in general, but he's a male so he'll be invaluable to the theater program (we are distinctly short on men).

By some bizarre coincidence, he is the only witness who didn't know me (and therefore, the only one who found it odd) when I was discussing, loudly, the pros and cons of eating Corn Pops at 7 pm in the cafeteria today. (The Corn Pops were warm, which was weird, so I didn't eat them. It was like they'd been incubated.)

And the last exciting thing is that tomorrow is Friday. I have no 9:30 class, I can sleep in! I get one class, it's in the middle of the afternoon! And then, wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, I get to begin my weekend! YAY!
Although that does mean that my primary concern will have to become the whole Mr. Shimmer thing. But, y'know, I'm less upset over it. I'm more concerned for Pablo (the current reigning Mr. Shimmer, who I am runner-up to) -- he's the one who's ridiculously flamboyant and going into the Air Force from Pennsylvania. The boy doesn't even a closet, I swear. He's gonna get his ass kicked daily.